Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Xiqin of Daqin State, with its rolling and undulating atmosphere, at the foot of the Lianyungang Mountains with mountains and mountains, is known as the knife city in the world.

In the past, the warrior, or the big knife, or the waist of the sword, came to the holy place of the knife.

In front of the city gate, a young man in white, with a slender long knife at his waist, stood straight at the foot of the city gate, and showed a sly expression on his handsome and handsome face.

"Two years, two years, I am here again."

From Lei Di Valley to Tiandao Pavilion, it took two months to travel, but in the morning of Xiao Chen’s non-stop, the hard time reduced the time by half, and arrived in this place in half a month.

All the way, as the distance is getting closer, the thoughts in Xiao Chen’s mind are getting more and more.

In the past two years, I have buried my thoughts on my lover in my heart, not thinking about it, not asking.

Just because the strength is not enough, I will not be able to return to this day, and I will not think that there will be other than bitterness.

If you want to meet up, don't think about anything, just bury your thoughts in your heart, and no one will tell. Loneliness, loneliness, bitterness, self-tasting, waiting for him to be the peak of my day, will fulfill his promise.

But nowadays, it is close to the knife city, and the love that has been pressing in the heart of the past is drifting out of control.

She has been good, how is she doing now, how is her injury, she will blame me for not even writing a letter?

Does she still remember that there was a young boy who shouted out some funny words above the peak of Wanzhang?

Will you still remember the promise made by the white boy?

Xiao Chen smiled a little, shook his head slightly, recovered the love of the fluttering, and after paying the tax into the city, slowly walked toward the city.

"Hey, the influence of the white robe knife is also big enough. Even now, there are still people who imitate his dress."

"Normal, I don't want to think about the deeds of his knives on the same day. I lost the master of the holy land alone, and defeated many geniuses of the Qin family. So the heavens and the genius, I have no such people for thousands of years." ”

"Unfortunately, Song lacked the bastard, too wicked, and let me lose the genius of Tiandaoge."

"Yeah, this **** is good to kill, it should be a headshot, and it’s not awkward to kill."

Behind him came the whisper of the defending city warrior, Xiao Chen six knowledge sharp, listening to the clear, heard the words could not help but reveal a hint of smile.

I took a casual look at the city, wearing a white robe in the city, and the warrior with a slender knife on the waist is really not much.

Knife City is just the outer door of the Tiandao Pavilion. It is difficult to enter the inner door. Without the strength of the token Xiao Chen, it is impossible to forcibly break through.

However, he has his own method, did not go directly to the inner door, the first to come to this knife city is for this plan.

The plan is very simple, that is, stealing an internal door token. Although it is shameful, the brother and sister who were stolen, the brother can only say a word of regret.

Xiao Chen stayed in the city for a long time, and soon locked his goal, it was a lone female disciple.

The age is only double eight, the appearance is also delicate, the hair is tied into a big pony tail, it is very lively. Holding a small horizontal knife in his left hand and a copper token hanging from his waist.

Followed by an unmanned street, Xiao Chen stepped forward and smiled slightly: "Hello, this little sister."

The ponytail girl, on the delicate face, looked at Xiao Chen, who was dressed in a white robe, and looked at the unfathomable strength of the other side. She quickly said: "Good brother!"

The heart is shocked, this is the peak of the brother, so strong, young, stronger than the master.

In the Tiandao Pavilion, the rules are very strict. The younger brothers and sisters see the brothers and must be treated with respect.

Xiao Chen’s heart is funny. This little girl seems to be treating herself as a brother. Taking advantage of the other’s bowing moment, the hand will pick up the token of the other party with a slight movement.

"What is the brother looking for me?" Mawei girl, said a little embarrassed.

Xiao Chen put the token into the sleeve and smiled: "Nothing, the brothers admit the wrong person, go first."

Looking at the departure of Xiao Chen, the Mawei girl was wondering what happened. Habitual touched the waist, shocked, the token disappeared.

"Don't go!"

In the hands of a small cross-knife lightning-like sheath, the ponytail girl, screamed, the blade came out.

The rapid rotation, the rotation of the blade seems to cut the air into two halves, bringing a stream of air creaking.

"Mysterious wind?"

Xiao Chen looked back and smiled. He said: "But it is still owing to the fire, and the younger sister must work hard."

Stretch your hand a little, above the blade touched by your fingertips, and the suffocating energy erupts from your fingertips.

boom!

Rotating the small cross knife, under the finger of Xiao Chen, swung back at a more rapid and fast speed.

The Mawei girl has not yet reacted, and the knife slammed into the scabbard of her left hand.

"How could this be!" The girl's delicate face was full of surprise, and one of Qingyun's nine secrets, Xuan Fengyi, was so broken.

After waiting for a while, I remembered that my token was lost, and I was so sad that I said, "This brother is a good bully. I lost my token and robbed me. What should I do?"

I was able to recognize the mysterious wind at a glance and broke it without hurting her.

In the girl's opinion, the other party must be a talented disciple in the Tiandao Pavilion. Because she lost the token and could not enter the mountain, she robbed her token.

Xiao Chen, who was far away, took a look at the token. As expected, he wrote the words "Qingyun" on it, and the words "Lengyu" were written on the front.

"Khan, this time I lost my face. It’s really a sister’s waist card. Don’t blame the brothers, oh yeah, return it to you.”

Hanging the waist card at his waist, Xiao Chen came to the foot of the Tiandao Pavilion, and walked in with a serious flow of people.

The disciple who was in front of the mountain gate gave a slight glance, and he did not look at it. Every day, so many people passed by, he could not carefully check one by one.

Can only rely on experience, see the expression is not right, called down and carefully check it out, Xiao Chen is a disciple of Tiandaoge very early, where there will be any flaws.

On the familiar road, the green hills, the attic, the trails, the past martial arts fighters, and the past have not changed much.

Before entering the city, Xiao Chen’s mood was still impatient, but he really set foot on the land of this knife, but everything calmed down.

The footsteps were half an inch, and Xiao Chen looked at Qingyunfeng, who stood on the horizon. He took a deep breath and walked slowly.

"Qingyun, I am back in Xiao Chen, such as Yuejie, with the wind, Shaoyang, Xiaomeng, are you okay?"

In the morning of Xiao Chen, one by one, Qingyun’s children passed by him. There were many older disciples who felt familiar and stopped to look carefully.

There is some kind of speculation in my heart, but in the two years, although the appearance of Xiao Chen is not changed, the temperament is a earth-shaking change.

Once his face was green and tender, he went without a trace, and his face had a vicissitudes of life and maturity, which was very different from before.

The most important thing is that once the morning of Xiao Chen, it was the incarnation of Ye Chen who came to Tiandaoge, and only revealed the true body in the last battle.

Although these people have speculations, they think it is impossible to be Xiao Chen, and the man has vowed that he will not step into the Tiandao Pavilion.

After looking at a few eyes, I regained my gaze. I laughed at myself and laughed too much. There were so many doubts about the number of knives wearing white robes. It was not that Xiao Chen could not.

Be careful, hiding in Tibet, it will only make people more suspicious. Xiao Chen looks calm, so he walked all the way forward.

Walking all the way calmly, just in the footsteps of Qingyun’s quarter-clock, a group of people dressed in costumes of Bi Yunfeng’s disciples suddenly came across.

Xiao Chen glanced at the appearance of the other leader, and quickly lowered his head to prepare for a low-key past.

The leader is the Song Qianhe, the son of Song deficiency. Now the peak of Biyunfeng, the person with the Biyunfeng at the moment, is talking and laughing to prepare for the mountain.

After Xiao Chen, I didn't care, and the line of sight inadvertently hit Xiao Chen's face, and my look could not change.

Xiao Chen and he have the vengeance of killing the father. Over the years, the face every night and every night will appear in his mind. At this moment, I saw a real person, and my heart immediately shocked.

"Stand up! You are the disciple of which peak, report the name." Song Qianhe, shouted Xiao Chen, screaming fiercely.

Was it discovered?

There was a bitter smile on his face. Xiao Chen turned helplessly. He was not afraid of this person. He just went to Qingyun and didn't want to cause any trouble.

"Song Qianhe, I haven't seen you for a long time." Xiao Chen looked indifferently and said calmly.

Really him!

Song Qianhe's face is gloomy, and his teeth cut this way: "Xiao Chen, you dare to appear. On that day, you swear, not stepping into the Tiandao Pavilion, now you are against the oath, I see how you explain to the Presbyterians. ”

Behind him, more than a dozen disciples of Biyunfeng looked at Xiao Chen, and they were surprised at each other. Is this person in the eyes of the white robe knife that is raging?

Xiao Chen smiled and said: "Sorry, you got it wrong. I didn't violate the oath. I really didn't set foot on the knives."

Song Qianhe looked closely and saw that Xiao Chen’s footsteps were suspended at half the distance of the ground. Under the cover of the gown, it seemed to be on the ground.

However, these feet, after all, did not step on.