Lu Xiaofeng suddenly smiled and said, "Do you really know everything? This phase of the emperor is also a master who suddenly appeared more than ten years ago. He set up the Jinshan Sect court to fight for many years, but the origin of this person is very mysterious, and no one can find his lair today. "
Zhang Ping said at this time: "In that case, I don’t know if you know the Baolong family?"
Lu Xiaofeng first thought about it, then looked at Zhang Ping and said, "I seem to have really heard of the Baolong clan, but it is said that each generation of Baolong clan will only appear after secret training and achievements. For example, there is no news that the Baolong clan has gone out of the mountain at the end of today. What can I do for you?"
At this time, Zhang Ping looked at the flowers and smiled and suddenly said to Lu Xiaofeng: "If you want to help me check the influence of the Baolong family, I can send flowers as a gift."
Lu Xiaofeng asked at this time: "What gift?"
"A pair of eyes to see the land chicken!"
Zhang Pingyin is not big, but it is like a bolt from the blue in the ears of Lu Xiaofeng.
The place where life is born is the most desirable, especially for a person who has seen the light.
He has never been so excited as he is today, even though he knows it may not come true.
Chapter four hundred and nineteen The sword double night wind.
If a person is willing to do whatever his friends want, there will be many friends who are willing to do whatever they want. There is no doubt that it is such a person who is full of flowers. When Lu Xiaofeng heard that there is hope for recovery, he immediately gave up his interest in the Jin Peng Dynasty and prepared to look for it.
Six days is only one day away from the seven-day limit mentioned by Zhang Ping.
There is no doubt that Zhang Ping is a master, because even if Huo Tianqing himself faces the Seven Righteousnesses in Shanxi, it is impossible to defeat all seven people with one move. Besides, Zhang Ping’s hand shows that Huo Tianqing or Guan Feiyan doesn’t allow Huo Tianqing to come alone.
Because if Huo Tianqing dies, Guan Feiyan will have no hope of living.
A table, a chair and a pot of good tea in the small building make an exception. Zhang Ping didn’t drink. It’s not that Zhang Ping was afraid that he was drunk, but that it was hard for people who drank too much to try another drink.
Wine lovers don’t like troubles. Life theory likes the simplest way to solve everything.
Tea lovers like to think, savor bitterness, savor sweetness, stir tea, and maybe everything is under control.
The night is deep, and the spring breeze in April seems to blow the willow branches in the yard like curtains with the chill of late autumn.
The table is a square table and chair, a rocking chair, a purple teapot and a purple tea bowl placed on the surface, and it seems that this is a calm and ordinary night.
The faint candlelight shook in the wind, and the quiet courtyard was full of unspeakable gloom and desolation.
I don’t know when a person has been quietly in the yard for a long time. He is a very serious person. His waist is still straight, his hair is like a steel needle, and he is still dark. However, there are many and deep wrinkles on his face. Only when you see his face will you think that he is an old man.
He didn’t move, but his hand has grasped the hilt. His sword is thicker than usual, and its body is particularly long and wide. The brass blade is polished very brightly, but the sheath is very old. There is a small hexagram embedded in it, which is the sword label cloth of the head of Emei.
Neither side has a mouth, because both of them are waiting for each other to speak first.
The night wind blew through the willow leaves and slipped with the breeze. After all, a lonely crane was old and his energy was not as good as before. Besides, when he came here, he saw the recliner Zhang Ping, but he couldn’t feel it.
Many times, the eyes are the most likely to deceive people’s senses, because people can’t blink, and many things often happen in the blink of an eye.
For example, now a lonely crane is still on the couch in a blink of an eye, and Zhang Ping has long since disappeared. The teapot is still in the tea bowl, and the tea is still steaming.
Dugu Yihe suddenly felt very tired when he was holding the hilt of the sword in the face of darkness. After all, he was an old man, pulled out his sword and put it into its sheath. He walked slowly over and felt as if there were shining eyes looking at him coldly in the dark before he entered the door.
He looked up and saw a man still in the yard. Willow was dressed in a purple cassock, which was very strange.
A lone crane holds the hilt in his hand and asks, "Who?"
Zhang Ping didn’t answer, but asked, "How dare you ask me who I am when you come here?"
A lonely crane holds the hilt and feels that his hands are colder than the hilt. Not only are his hands cold, but his heart is also cold. In addition to seeing him in his eyes, he sensed that Liu Shuren had no sound or qi activity in other ways. If it were not for what he saw in his eyes, he would almost treat each other as a dead man.
At this time, Zhang Ping suddenly said, "I heard that you have created a martial art called" Double Sword Killing 7749 Style ",and I really want to see it."
Duguyihe slowly pulls out the sword in his hand slowly and steadily. The essence of Emei swordsmanship is its strangeness and strangeness. However, when Duguyihe’s genius was thrown into Emei Sect in central Sichuan from the south, he had a very profound skill in swordsmanship, and after thirty years of painstaking efforts, he was able to greatly close the swordsmanship, resolutely and fiercely dissolve it into Emei’s swordsmanship, and finally created a double-kill trick for the sword. However, the sword is a unique skill in the world.
At this time, Dugu Yihe’s sword and double-kill 7749 style not only cultivated a stable word for Emei swordsmanship, but also cultivated a clever word for his once strong and extraordinary swordsmanship.
At this time, a lone crane flew out with a sword point, and it seemed that there were several starlight accompanied by the sword light, and the roaring firm but gentle spirit annihilated the surrounding fallen leaves, only a piece of cold remained.
Zhang Ping seems to see a thin sword and a long knife in the long sword of Duguyihe, and he seems to see the lonely peaks in the grassland and clouds. There is no doubt that Duguyihe not only understands the artistic conception, but also is a genius who integrates the two artistic conceptions.
It’s a pity that the lonely crane is still old after all. At this time, Zhang Ping’s hands are flying like a butterfly in a strange turning point.
With a sense of desolation like yellow sand, Zhang Ping emerged from the lonely crane sword and sent out the artistic conception of the sword to detain and be offset