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The three-person dining table, Xuan Youzi is the most bluffing.Lu Zhengkang drank from bowl to bowl, Tao Ranzi put down the tableware and chopsticks after eating two bowls of rice, and slowly adjusted his stomach and intestines.It was Xuanyouzi who took the initiative to talk about the topic. The topics he talked about were nothing more than parents' short stories, and anecdotes, and then there was the experience of his travels.

Lu Zhengkang asked, "What do the uncles and uncles think of Chitian Palace in the East China Sea?"

"Scarlet Heaven Palace, the origin is unknown." Xuanyouzi pondered. "The Taoists of the previous generations once said that in the future, Kunlun Palace disciples should not approach the East Sea Sea Eye easily. The teacher appraised that the Scarlet Heaven Demon Lord is not weaker than the Seven Tribulations. True immortal, he knows how prestigious he is by pressing Qiqianwu with his manpower. He also said that there was such an outstanding figure in the world, and there was no wind before. It is very likely that he is an ancient monk."

The deer, the ancient monk, and Zhengkang smiled clearly and didn't say much.

After the meal, Tao Ranzi contracted the work of washing the dishes. She will be on the Xiantai these days. Uncle Seven is busy preparing for the puja in Youxu. She is a little busy and can't take care of her.This kind of scene is of course normal, and it reminds Lu Zhengkang of his childhood in his previous life.The busy family entrusted his board and lodging to neighbors. To be honest, it was not very interesting, and the related memories were so sparse that he had no impression at all, but generally remembered what happened, and nothing more.

After drinking a jar of distilled high-quality wine, Lu Zhengkang was not drunk yet, and his face was not red, but his feet were a little drunk.

Xuanyouzi invited Yuntou, and the two flew in the direction of Longtai. In mid-air, a strange spirit swept through, and a young monk stopped in the airspace in front of the two.

Xuanyouzi talked with this person politely, but Lu Zhengkang swayed his body on the cloud head in a daze.

The monk was not very polite. He came to meet Lu Zhengkang. The reason was that he was young and promising.

Lu Zhengkang didn't believe this strange guy was telling the truth anyway. Even if he was drunk, he could guess that the purpose of this man was probably to fight Lu Zhengkang.Whether it was because of being praised by the bearded man, or having an intimate chat with Qing Ningzi, anyway, Lu Zhengkang in the Chilou this morning was not low-key, so there was a reason to be targeted.

The upright invitation to fight the sword, even the people at the Kunlun Palace home court is not easy to refuse.

Lu Zhengkang saw that the man in front of him was a sword repairman who had formed a pill.

For the same monks, the difference in combat effectiveness is huge.The bearded people are also in the Primordial Spirit stage, but they can scare the Pantheon Hall into a closed door. There are not many true immortals in this kind of evil faction. It is absolutely impossible. At least the Lord of the Pantheon Hall, the Snake Emperor, is a six-catalogue. Really immortal.

Lu Zhengkang didn't have any weapons in his hand, and when he saw that the man was not willing to forgive him, he said, "Can Chilou work? The kind of superiority and decisiveness."

Xuanyouzi was terrified.

The monk on the opposite side was also taken advantage of by the momentum, and he dared not agree for a while.When people say knowing and knowing, they actually mean not knowing each other. The original hope was to teach Lu Zhengkang a little lesson, but this person is now looking like a mad drunk, and when the time comes, the scene will be absolutely ugly.

Originally, at this time, with two scenes, the two sides could break up unhappily, but the monk who was blocking the road suddenly agreed.

Xuanyouzi and Lu Zhengkang whispered secretly: "Someone is secretly passing a letter to this person, the person who came is not good, brother, let's give it a step. It is troublesome to win or lose in this kind of thing."

Lu Zhengkang's eyes widened, "Is there any concession in Jian Xiu's rules?"

"Yes, the teacher said it was a strategic retreat."

"Then your teacher is quite interesting, but you are not a sword repairman, and you don't understand after all." Lu Zhengkang waved his hand, "Brother, take me to Chilou."

"But how can you fight without flying sword?"

"all will be good."

Xuanyouzi didn't dare to make this decision. The drunk man was irrational. He had to stop this duel today. The younger brother has just entered the Dao for a long time!

At this time, Chilou Lishi drove a cloud cart over, "Jingxue real person ordered, take the 25th generation of Kunlun Palace three disciples into Chilou to fight swords!"

The sound shook hundreds of miles.

Xuanyouzi closed his eyes, "It's over!"

Chapter 821 Sword Fight

Lu Zhengkang remembered that there was some struggle within Qinglian Jianzong.

When Tiancang's fifty-seventh year approached the New Year, Qing Ningzi had come to recruit Lu Zhengkang, but she followed a golden core monk behind her, her strength was not weak, and the purpose was to find evidence that Qing Ningzi had colluded with the demons.

Such a golden core monk can be a pawn, and the young man with a pill formation in front of him is naturally also a pawn.

Lu Zhengkang will observe the audience in the Chilou.

Chilou Fighting Swords is divided into internal and external fields. The outer field is between the clouds and the sky. The airspace where the Chilou is located is independent. Each cloud tower has an attached space, which is spacious enough to travel freely. The infield is in the Chilou. Inside.Lu Zhengkang and the sword repairman who claimed to be Liu Shenran, who claimed to be the looser of the moth fly, were naturally fighting in the field. The monks of their level were not qualified to use swordsmen in the red building.

Lu Zhengkang had an independent cloud head with nothing in his hand. Qing Ningzi was watching on the white jade platform outside the red building. Upon seeing this, he took off the sword box behind him, and handed it to Lu Zhengkang with a strong man on the side.

This set of sword cases contains a set of five-sacred starlight swords, namely the five mountains of Tai, Hua, Heng, Heng, and Song, which separate the five directions of east, west, south, north and middle. It also corresponds to the five elements of wood, gold, fire, water, and soil. It is the spring equinox of Qinglian Jianzong. The treasure of a line of inheritance is also the flying sword of Sheng Yan who was born, but now it is passed to Qing Ningzi for self-defense.

Any magic weapon is hard to come by. It is common for a Taoist flying sword to collect materials for ten years, cast ten years, refine ten years, and sharpen the blade for ten years. It takes another ten years for induction, and a total of fifty years. The handle is enough for the ascetics to rely on. If you want to pursue the magic weapon, it will take hundreds of years.

Of course, the quality of the tools does not determine the combat power. The extravagant figures in the world of spiritual practice use rare magic weapons, or they are not as sophisticated as the true practice of Taoism.

Regardless of whether Lu Zhengkang was proficient in Taoism or not, in short, the set of flying swords he received in his hand was definitely of high quality.

He nodded towards Qing Ningzi from a distance.She did not move. From this distance, she was just a small shadow on the Baiyu Platform.I don't know what she will think in her heart.

Fighting the sword is a solemn thing, and it is almost impossible to prevent the sword fairy from fighting the sword.Xuanyouzi went to persuade the master to take his life back, but only got a disgusting mouth.

"Master, the younger brother has only entered the Tao for a long time!"

"Half a day is enough to kill these mediocre people." Xue Hongzi smiled, "The young disciple's talent is higher than mine. It has only been two hours since I have seen him, and Jianxin has been born."

The bearded man stood aside and smiled, "What a man, Luo Xuehong, let you find such a descendant, can you let me?"

"You are wishful thinking."

Lu Zhengkang didn't understand the etiquette of fighting swords, but the other side was observant, using magic techniques to transmit sound to ensure that the audience in Chilou could also hear clearly.

Self-report portal, display swords.

"Liu Shenran, a scattered man under the gate of Nanhuang Mochi Mountain, holds the sword and says Pingdie, polite."

Lu Zhengkang did the same. He hasn't sobered up yet, and the whole person's state is a bit too exciting to the onlookers.

"The third disciple of the 25th generation under the Kunlun Palace, Lu Zhengkang, the swords are borrowed from friends, courteous."

The two were silent.

There is wind blowing in the sky, and the wind seems to be filled with whispers.

Lu Zhengkang feels comfortable, he really feels comfortable.

The slowest speed of fighting swords and flying swords can be tortoise-speed ant walking, and the fastest can move time and space beyond the speed of light.Sometimes a duel is a hundred years, sometimes a duel is an instant.

Looking at fighting from the perspective of a sober person, Lu Zhengkang has always only thought about victory, but a drunk person can't help but be curious about failure and death.

There was a crisp bell sound from the red building, which was the sound of praise from the audience, indicating that this sword fight will be conducted in a fair manner without interference from others.

The bell rang three times.

It is said that the most powerful swordsmen fight each other and ring thirty-six bells.

Liu Shenran's sword is out, and his flat butterfly sword disappears in the clouds of smoke. It can't be caught by the naked eye. In his divine mind, Lu Zhengkang only vaguely perceives a sharp aura. I quickly approached.

He clipped a Songshan sword from the sword box.The flying sword has no hilt, only the sword body, ocher yellow like a spar, Lu Zhengkang breathed out a sword breath, and the flying sword rattled as if it had spirit.

The Ping Butterfly Sword reached Lu Zhengkang’s neck as soon as he breathed. He raised the Songshan Sword and handed it forward, just in time for the Ping Butterfly Sword to hit the blade. The light from the two swords burst out like flames, and Lu Zhengkang died. Holding the Songshan sword, the Qi of the Qingjian sword is like a thread, spreading in the opposite direction, wrapping the flat butterfly sword.