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Chapter 470 Gods Quarrel
The night wind suddenly picked up, the branches and leaves of the trees swayed, and there was a hazy breath covering Zhang Wenfeng below.

"噗", Zhang Wenfeng drew his sword and slashed towards the front, opening the door and bowing to the guests. The sword energy poured out, and the sword intent intertwined with it. With a crackling sound, the veil-like aura split into two, suppressing him like The stagnant feeling of being stuck in mud is gone.

A talisman held in his left hand turned into a landscape shadow and disappeared in place.

A mountain rock the size of a sea bowl broke through the sky from the west, and turned into a ball of flames when it came close. The foothold that just disappeared.

Debris flew around twenty or thirty feet away, "crack...crack", countless trees in the forest were broken, and the flames burst into flames, quickly spreading and spreading to a large area around.

Zhang Wenfeng appeared fifty feet away, his expression unchanged, and he didn't stop to observe.

He turned left and right without touching the ground, his speed was extremely fast, leaving behind a series of afterimages and fled towards the river.

It was a Tier [-] expert who came. Before he even saw the shadow, he was attacked by a series of long-range attacks, and it was a series of small calculations. Thanks to his rich combat experience, he didn't just stand still and wait for too long. .

His "Moving Wood and Changing Shadow Curse" has already been used, if it weren't for the burst of speed at close range, it would be a little faster.

"Elder Sister Lihua, your irritable temper really needs to be changed. You fight in my younger sister's territory, you don't respect the rules and reason, and you are not a lady. Anyway, you are now a 'Muzhi Mountain God', not the old old land mother."

Yang Shuilan didn't make a move at all, she raised the head of the water wave to a height of tens of feet, looked to the west, smiled and said some sarcastic remarks, and turned out the old calendar from 600 years ago.

The river below surged up, and soon surpassed the two banks, but was not satisfied with the overflow, and kept rising upwards.

The bright moon shines on the river, and the waves rise and fall.

The breeze blows the hills, and the branches and leaves dance.

She didn't expect that the temple master had a "shifting talisman" at hand, and she originally wanted to see the temple master's ability, but her plan fell through.

"Yang Chun, is this kid your concubine? Protect him like this."

A slender black shadow appeared on the mountain seven or eight miles away. It was the newly promoted Muzhi Mountain Shenmu Lihua of the Wu Clan. Let the guy who was ordered by the elder of the Wu Clan to approach the river. If he made a sneak attack twenty miles away and was broken by that person and escaped, he would not make a second attack unless it was to defeat the melon woman who was in the way.

She was concise and concise, deliberately calling out Yang Shuilan's previous name, and using sinister words to fight back.

She doesn't go out very much, she devotes herself to practice, and ignores worldly affairs. She has never heard that the woman Yang Chun has an affair with the Taoist priest named Zhang Wenfeng. It seems that the relationship between the two is not shallow, and the matter is difficult.

Yang Shuilan cleaned the battlefield hundreds of feet away in advance with water methods, and she collected all the jade fragments and broken bones that flew out and sank to the bottom of the river to clean up some traces of breath and let Mulihua see it not good.

She giggled and leaned back against the tide, and said: "Mu Lihua, you haven't seen a man in hundreds of years? The level of knowledge is worse than that of the village aunts in Laoshangougou. No wonder, after being a land mother for 200 years, Walking around an acre of three-point land, you can't open your eyes, short-sighted, even if you become a mountain god, it is inevitable."

The slender black shadow stared coldly at the gossiping woman. Back then, the four famous "spring flowers and autumn moon" landscape gods in the six states in the south were the only ones left. Empress.

"Yang Chun, a few years ago you courted death and were surrounded by all sides, and you were beaten to the ground. After the scars healed, you forgot the pain, right?"

"If I hadn't believed your nonsense, would I have been ambushed by two old guards who were dying? Would I have been in trouble? Mu Lihua, don't think you let the water go in the dark, I will miss you. If you have the ability, go underground and rescue the two. An old ghost called up, I'm not going anywhere, just waiting here."

"It's unreasonable! I advised you to return to the Witch Race, and I made peace in the middle. Is there something wrong?"

Yaotiao Heiying had some headaches. She was sandwiched between the two sides to negotiate conditions, hoping that the guards would take a step back and give Yang Chun a verbal apology. What happened 500 years ago was originally done by the meat-eaters of the Wu clan.

If there is, change it, there is nothing wrong with it.

She knew Yang Chun's stubborn temper, so if she stepped down, she might be able to win over a ready-made expert to work for her.

Unexpectedly, the two old-fashioned old-fashioned agreed on the surface, but secretly plotted to kill the rebellious Yang Chun, lest the rebellious Yang Chun grow up and cause trouble to the witch clan. Cultivation, it will not take a few years.

She hadn't recovered to Tier [-] at that time, and she had little right to speak, which made her feel uncomfortable inside and out.

Because of this, she was disheartened and didn't want to meddle in worldly affairs. She spent most of her time cultivating in the wild "Pear Blossom Mountain" where she used to live, and occasionally went back to the Muzhishan Temple to collect incense and stay for a while.

When she received the news of the crisis, she happened to be in Lihua Mountain four hundred miles away from here, performing the special magic and secret method of the fourth-level mountain god's unique mountain and water movement, and she came here in a short time.

She knew that Yang Chunchu lay down in this wild river, took in the native barbarians, built a water god temple, and established himself as king.

Speaking of the two being neighbors, she has never set foot here to talk about the past with her former sisters, and she doesn't want to make fun of herself.

"Tsk tsk, the righteous, loyal and courageous Muzhi Mountain God is admirable, but I don't know when the mountains and rivers were broken, and my old lady died in a bloody battle in the Xihe River, where did you hide to cool off?"

Yang Shuilan's face was full of sarcasm, and her words were sharp.

Zhang Wenfeng arrived by the river, listening to the two female gods arguing with each other. They are similar to ordinary women. They like to reveal their old secrets and reveal many secrets from the past. Really angry, he hurriedly moved to the northeast forest, a little farther away from Yang Shuilan, but not too far away from the river.

It is said that a fire at the gate of the city brought disaster to the fish in the pond.

He is very self-aware, his meager ability can't get involved in the fight between the two gods, even if he can block the power of Mulihua's casual blow earlier, he won't feel good.

Seeing that Yang Shuilan's momentum is rising with the river at this time, she is no worse than the Muzhi Mountain God in the distance.

He sensed the danger on the eve of the outbreak, and the situation was imminent.

"You are stupid, those idiots killed you, the building is about to collapse, it is at stake, can't you see it? You are still watching to the death, you are moved by the feat of blood in your heart. You can't get out, so you can't use your brain, and it's filled with paste, which doesn't wrong you at all..."

Mulihua retorted sarcastically.

Stupid woman, back then she deliberately summoned her to hide for a while, so that the green hills would not be afraid of running out of firewood, but in the end she had to die in battle.

"Hey, what is the reward of eating the king, what is the matter of being loyal to the king, what are you afraid of! You are a shameless aunt who steals, rapes and plays tricks, and dares to speak out loudly. Your hundreds of years of incense have been in vain! If you don't have moral persistence in your heart, what is a landscape?" God?"

Yang Shuilan scolded angrily.

She despises the woman who abandons the mountain to flee for her life in times of crisis, and now she is attached to the Wu clan and goes back on her word.

The behavior of the villain is ashamed to be with you.

As she waved her hand furiously, the river a few miles away suddenly set off huge waves, and a slender water shadow swung towards the slim figure on the hilltop. Want to fight that woman.

Not for anything else, just for the persistence of the year!

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(End of this chapter)