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Because of He Dongchen's stroke of genius, Luoxue changed his attention, took a few deep breaths on the spot, and then turned back to the ice field with heavy determination without hesitation.

This scene deeply hurt Jianzun Nanshan who was hidden in the mid-air. The person who held it in his hand would rather take risks for others. A harbinger of going crazy.

"He Dongchen." Nanshan Jianzun gritted his teeth, and for the first time faced this little man squarely. It was this little man who ruined his good deeds.

His figure flashed, and he flew in the direction where He Dongchen left just now.

Suddenly, a fiery red figure appeared in front of him blocking his way.

"Where are you planning to go?" Qian Shanyu stood in mid-air, her delicate face was ready to move, and her red skirt fluttered in the fierce wind.

Sword Master Nanshan had no expression on his face: "You want to stop me?" If it wasn't for his rationality, remembering that the man in front of him also had a Mahayana father, he would have swept past him with his sword.

"If you want to kill my junior brother, you have to take care of it." Qian Shanyu sacrificed his natal weapon, a crimson epee.

Nanshan Jianzun frowned: "It's good luck, a boy with three spiritual roots is also worthy to be under the seat of the Mahayana Venerable."

"It can't compare to you killing your wife to prove the truth." Qian Shanyu retorted.

As soon as these words came out, Sword Master Nanshan immediately became cold.

The two looked at each other from a distance, the atmosphere was tense, and the battle was imminent.

The low-level monsters in the flowers fled one after another, and one of them, the birds and beasts known for their flying speed, slipped the fastest.

He Dongchen, who was rushing to the inn with a full purse, was almost hit by a flock of headless birds. He stopped and looked at the light of ice and fire spells that burst out from time to time in the distance, thoughtfully.

The system, which doesn't think it's a big deal when watching the excitement, joked: "It's fighting! You are so angry that you are a junior."

He Dongchen is very self-aware, protecting his weaknesses is good, but fighting is the real thing. Qian Shanyu squatted in the Fire Spirit Palace for more than a hundred years in order to suppress the cold poison. Challenge yourself.

Although Qian Shanyu's cultivation base is a lot lower than that of Nanshan Sword Master, He Dongchen is not worried at all. With Venerable Raging Fire's temperament that loves his daughters like his own life, Qian Shanyu will definitely have something to save his life.

He Dongchen glanced at the undiminished red and blue light, and continued to drive slowly towards the inn.

It is risky to watch, just based on the hatred he has raised during this period, don't let Qianshanyu be intact, he fell. The most important thing is, isn't there a critically ill person on his body who is waiting for Shenmu to save his life?

The fight lasted for several days and nights, and the momentum was huge. Many daring monks came to watch the battle, and even Venerable Raging Fire, who was in a hurry to leave a legacy for himself, received a message talisman from an old friend and hurried over.

It's not good for He Dongchen to stay at the inn leisurely now, following Venerable Raging Fire to watch the battle.

Nanshan Jianzun's ice spells are superbly used, coupled with his superb swordsmanship, wherever he goes, there is ice, and Qianshanyu is also unabated, and the tiger and tiger of the epee dance are full of power, opening and closing.

The fight between the two was earth-shattering, dazzling, and amazed again and again.

From the corner of his eyes, Nanshan Jianzun glanced at the Raging Fire Venerable holding five big and three thick arms, the anger gradually disappeared, and finally made a feint, took a deep look at the shrinking He Dongchen, turned and left, and disappeared into the sky.

Seeing this, the onlookers sighed endlessly. This war can last for a hundred years.

Qian Shanyu put away the epee without further ado, and flew towards the old father with large and small wounds on his body, with a smile on his face, and the fighting spirit was still on.

Venerable Raging Fire didn't say anything ignorant of his daughter's leapfrog challenge, but instead patted her on the shoulder in relief, letting the little apprentice learn this kind of fighting spirit.

He Dongchen touched his nose with a resigned expression.

At the end of the First World War, Qian Shanyu felt a little comprehension, and hurried back to the Fire Spirit Palace. The Venerable Blazing Fire watched his daughter retreat, left homework for the little apprentice, set up a lot of formations in the Fire Spirit Palace, and then went to the ice field for a few days ostentatiously. Circle, the meaning of the warning is obvious, after finishing these, he can continue to work on the inheritance with peace of mind.

In the ice palace, Nanshan Jianzun felt that the powerful aura disappeared, he was slightly relieved, and calmed down. Although he was not injured in this battle, he was exhausted from the fight and needed to rest for a while.

This battle slapped Nanshan Jianzun severely. If it hadn't been for a long time to break through, there would be no room for a cultivator of Huashen to challenge him. Sword Master Nanshan was very anxious, and he was even more concerned about the breakthrough.

Coincidentally, at this moment, Luo Xue, who was thinking about how to steal the Shenmu, had an idea, and personally made a bowl of nondescript soup and sent it over to ask for warmth.

Luoxue didn't know that the person who fought with Nanshan Jianzun was He Dongchen's senior sister, so Nanshan Jianzun naturally wouldn't say it out, fearing that Luoxue would feel that she had something to rely on and run away.

When the two were intentional, the atmosphere was harmonious for a while, and people who didn't know it looked like a couple of gods and gods.

Not long after, on a dark and windy night, Luoxue successfully stole the Shenmu, but before he could send it out, he was caught by the sword master of Nanshan who suddenly appeared. Luoxue had to stay in the ice palace.

Luo Xueren spoke softly, and was worried about He Dongchen's injury, so he could only agree to deliver the Shenmu to He Dongchen himself, and then returned to the Ice Palace with Sword Master Nanshan. Find me.

With a look of heartache, He Dongchen put the Shenmu into the storage ring with a blank expression after the person left, and slowly returned to the Fire Spirit Palace.

Qian Shanyu is still in retreat, he doesn't know when he will come out, and Venerable Raging Fire is not around, He Dongchen temporarily stopped thinking about finding fault with the hero and heroine, and began to practice with peace of mind.

Cultivation has no time, more than a hundred years in a blink of an eye.

Qian Shanyu was successfully promoted to Hedao, Venerable Liehuo left his inheritance and ascended with peace of mind, He Dongchen broke through to transform into a god, and later used the excuse of accidentally eating treasures from heaven and earth during his travels, and became a monk of Hedao by luck, even one step away from Mahayana.

Qian Shanyu was simply speechless about the fate of the cheap junior brother.

He Dongchen smiled without saying a word, counting the time, the Xuanji Mirror is about to be born, how can he make trouble if his cultivation base is not high.

For more than a hundred years, he felt that the curses on Luoxue's body were frequently activated, which showed that Sword Master Nanshan was very attentive.

When I went out to inquire about it, the whole world was full of affectionate sadomasochism between the two, causing ups and downs, and even because Nanshan Jianzun acted too domineeringly when protecting his wife, it caused complaints, and the reputation dropped rapidly.

"You want to find Xuanji Mirror?" Qian Shanyu frowned, his tone quite disapproving, "Sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing."

The Xuanji Mirror can predict the future and know the past lives. Many monks go to the Xuanji Mirror with the intention of predicting the future and seeking opportunistic opportunities. Most of them end badly.

He Dongchen moved Luoxue out: "I suspect that Luoxue is the reincarnation of Nanshan Jianzun's wife."

When Qian Shanyu heard the long-lost name, he was stunned for a moment and stroked the naughty blue fire on his wrist, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a playful smile: "I'm still thinking about your little Qingmei, didn't you guys cut off your righteousness?"