Chen Jiu and Li Xian squatted halfway, playing with the purple gold gourd on the ground.
The purple gold streamer on the gourd slowly faded away, and after a while, it completely turned into an ordinary gourd.
Chen Jiu picked it up, shook it, and asked doubtfully, "What is it?"
Li Xian shook his head, "I can't make it."
Chen Jiu patted the gourd's buttocks again, and called out, "I'm your grandpa."
The gourd was motionless.
Chen Jiu scratched his head, puzzled.
Not a gourd baby?
He looked in from the gourd eye, and it was instantly radiant, with purple and golden rays of light all over the inside, and rainbow lights flew away.
Chen Jiu hurriedly put down the gourd, his face was full of shock, he blinked his eyes, and looked inside as if in disbelief, it was still the same scene as before.
He muttered, "Grandma, I've run into a ghost."
Li Xian glanced over and took a sneak peek, pondered for a moment, and seriously suggested, "Why don't we sell it?"
The two looked at each other.
Chen Jiu nodded slightly, "I think..."
Before the words fell, the gourd suddenly shook, as if to vent its dissatisfaction.
Chen Jiu was shocked.
How about putting on a gourd baby?
Chen Jiu and Li Xian looked at each other.
Li Xian lowered his head and whispered, "Sell it secretly?"
The gourd was still shaking violently.
Chen Jiu was holding the gourd, and he was in a dilemma for a while. He hesitated for a moment, and said to the gourd: "Take it for a bar."
Since ancient times, knights in the rivers and lakes often have wine gourds. If the gourds can hold wine, they will not be sold, and it is very romantic to carry them on their backs.
I'm afraid that this gourd is some kind of evil thing, it wants to suck people's blood, but anyway, I can't die, I'm afraid of a hammer.
There is no reason not to pick up the airdrop.
I just don't know if the wine in this gourd can still be drunk.
Chen Jiu pinned the gourd to his waist, feeling rather sad.
A sword light suddenly appeared nearby, and the figure of a man holding a sword approached in an instant. Standing on the top of the tree, he looked coldly at Chen Jiu and the two below him.
Chen Jiu recognized this person. He was one of the five quasi-sword cultivators at the gate of the city that day, and he was the second one walking.
The sword-wielding man glanced at the gourd on Chen Jiu's waist, and said indifferently: "The magic weapon that turned out just now, but this?"
Chen Jiu and Li Xian turned their heads and looked at each other.
The two spoke at the same time without saying a word.
"no."
"Yes."
There was a moment of silence.
Chen Jiu turned to look at Li Xian again, speechless.
Li Xian was stunned for a while, then changed his words: "No."
The sword-wielding man pointed his sword at the two of them, "The magic weapon is here, get out."
Chen Jiu scratched the back of his head with his hands, laughed, and said in confusion: "What magic weapon, I didn't see it, I don't know."
The boy nodded beside him, "Indeed."
Obviously don't want to give it.
The sword-wielding man's face was cold, and he wanted to cut off with a sword, so that the two people who didn't know what to do could see the blood, feel the pain on their skin, and then asked slowly.
A huge figure suddenly fell from the sky, shaking up a large amount of soil.
It was a monster with a huge stature, its head had been shattered, and it was obviously dead.
A burly man followed closely and landed on the monster beast, with a strong smile on his face, "Xu Jianxian, this magic weapon is for those who see it, right?"
The sword-wielding man named Xu Bing frowned, and said coldly, "Yang Lei, are you looking for death?"
The burly man Yang Lei laughed, and said with disdain: "Could it be that calling you Xu Jianxian makes you really think that you are that high-ranking sword fairy? Just relying on your sword move to kill me, the killing power is still a bit weak, not enough to see. "
The sword-wielding man's face was icy cold, he stopped talking, and just took out his sword and left in an instant.
This sword is aimed straight at the head.
Yang Lei shouted, "How courageous!"
Immediately, instead of retreating, he moved forward, and with his fists and flying swords, he struck straight away.
The two collided with each other with a tremor, and each retreated more than ten meters.
Yang Lei stopped his body, and smiled again: "The flying sword of Chengnan Jianxiu's lineage is nothing more than that, are you tickling someone Yang?"
Xu Bing snorted coldly, "You are only good at talking?"
He slashed with his sword again, the light of the sword crossed in an instant, and the sword energy overflowed, it was a powerful sword move.
Yang Lei's face was serious, he shouted angrily, boxed his fists, condensed his fists, and punched angrily.
The two of them fought together in an instant, killing moves everywhere, sword light and fists flying across, making people dazzled and unable to figure out their positions.
Chen Jiu took a look, pushed the young man beside him with his elbow, and said in a low voice, "Get out."
Li Xian looked puzzled, pointed to the two people who were fighting fiercely, and asked, "Will you fight?"
Chen Jiu asked back: "Can you fight?"
The boy shook his head and said, "I can't beat it."
"That's it, let's go."
The young man nodded with a "hmm", followed Chen Jiu quietly backed away.
The two had just left for a while.
Xu Bing already knew it, with a sullen expression on his face, he swung Yang Lei's fist away with a sword, and then stepped on the ground, his figure flew towards Chen Jiu and the two, and the flying sword slashed horizontally.
This sword was going to directly break Chen Jiu's arm!
Chen Jiu turned around, raised his foot in an instant, stepped down towards Feijian, stepped on Feijian with one foot, and pressed down hard.
Xu Bing's face was horrified, the arm holding the sword was pressed by a huge force, and under the yank, his body was uncontrollable, and he fell forward, kneeling!
Chen Jiu gave him a cold look.
A whip kick was thrown towards his head.
Xu Bing was hit hard on the head, loosened the flying sword in his hand, and flew upside down tens of meters, rolling out of a mud ravine.
Chen Jiu regained the old smile on his face, looked at Xu Bing and said, "It's better to do it lightly."
"This fellow Taoist agrees with what I think."
It was an untimely voice, which sounded beside Chen Jiu.
Chen Jiu's face was gloomy for a moment, and he turned his head to look.
Yang Lei, a burly man, held the young man's neck with one hand, held it up high like a chicken, and said with a light smile, "I'm pretty light now, and I hope fellow Taoists can give me the magic weapon generously, or wait a while Mr. Yang is in a hurry, if he strikes hard, no one can blame me."
While speaking, he exerted a slight force on his arm, which made the young man grunt, but the young man held back his strength, his face flushed, and he refused to cry out.
This surprised Yang Lei a little.
Chen Jiupi smiled bluntly, "It's easy to talk about, I'll give it to you."
He untied the gourd at his waist and threw it over.
Yang Lei grabbed the gourd with one hand, felt it trembling violently, and saw all kinds of brilliance from the eyes of the gourd, laughed loudly, and continued.
"It's a real magic weapon. Fellow Daoist is generous, but this little friend, I still want to stay with him for a while longer, and put him down when we get to the city. Fellow Daoist, don't chase after him, otherwise Yang will be frightened. Be careful not to use too much force."
Yang Lei paused for a moment, glanced at Xu Bing who had stood up on the opposite side with a gloomy expression, and smiled again.
"Also, fellow daoists, please help stop Xu Jianxian, otherwise, if this "Young Sword Immortal" comes after him, Yang will also be afraid."
Yang Lei turned his head and smiled at Chen Jiu.
Chen Jiu nodded expressionlessly.
Yang Lei squeezed the boy with one hand and the gourd with the other, and moved away.
In an instant, it disappeared into the forest.
Chen Jiu picked up the flying sword and kicked Xu Bing. He said expressionlessly, "Go, don't chase."
Xu Bing took the Feijian with a cold expression, "Chengnan Jianxiu works in the same vein, so don't take too much care of the idlers, or you can't afford to blame him afterwards."
Chen Jiu was speechless, and his blue eyes cast a slight glance at him.
Xu Bing raised his sword and quickly chased Yang Lei in the direction where he was fleeing.
A palm suddenly covered his face, and a huge force came, and he pressed down hard, like throwing waste, and threw it out directly.
Xu Bing smashed into the ground, kicking up a lot of dust.
Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, he turned over and stared coldly at the man in green shirt in front of him.
Chen Jiu looked at him, and said lightly: "I told you not to chase, understand?"
Xu Bing's face was cold, and he stabbed with his sword like a flash of lightning.
Chen Jiu's body turned sideways for a moment, but a cut was still made on his arm.
The flying swords didn't stop, and they attacked again.
Chen Jiuchao punched Feijian down, causing him to tremble with a bang, and then followed up with another punch, which went straight to Xu Bing's chest.
Xu Bing hurriedly withdrew his sword to block.
Feijian trembled and let go of most of his strength, but he didn't wait for Xu Bing to catch his breath.
Another punch.
Xu Bing was beaten back a few steps.
Another punch!
Directly beat Xu Bing back more than ten meters.
Chen Jiu followed up in an instant, like a maggot on a tarsal bone, and then punched him.
One punch after another, closely connected, the fists piled up layer by layer, just like the big waves in the Huai River that day, with one wave rising after another, it was even more turbulent.
Until it accumulates into a punch like a blow from a god.
Chen Jiu's pupils were glauid and faintly golden.
Fist intent flowed all over his body, already overflowing.
The punch was like the biggest wave in the river, and it hit the willow bank horizontally.
There was a bang.
This punch brushed past Xu Bing's head, and his upper fist splashed out, smashing the trees along the way, forming a 100-meter ravine.
Xu Bing bled profusely, his expression dull.
Chen Jiu glanced at him lightly, and said softly: "Do you understand?"
Xu Bing nodded dully.
Chen Jiu took the flying sword from his hand, "I will lend you a sword."
Immediately, his body flew among the treetops, and he disappeared for an instant.
Once Xu Bing is dealt with, it's time to deal with another person.
Do these pretentious monks not cry when they see the coffin?
Xu Bing was still in a daze, and when he looked up, he saw a ravine nearly a thousand meters away.
The beginning of the ravine was where he received Chen Jiu's first punch.
The second punch, the third punch... the farther and farther you retreat, the deeper you sink.
Until the last punch.
If this punch hit Xu Bing.
he will die.
Xu Bing's face turned pale suddenly, he spat out blood, and fell to the ground.
When did such a tyrannical Four Realm Body Cultivator appear in the city? !