Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety Fifth Flying Coffin

Xiaoyuaner shook her head and said:

"Third Senior Brother, I have said it many times... Don't disturb. Master said that this retreat does not allow anyone to disturb, otherwise it will be severely punished."

"Forehead……"

Duanmusheng scratched his head and stepped back.

He originally wanted to let Xiao Yuan'er go out. After all, the master's favorite is Xiao Yuan'er, maybe he can avoid punishment.

But I didn't expect that Xiaoyuan'er would not do this at all.

Hua Wudao looked at the direction of the East Pavilion and said:

"If that's the case, then we can only follow the will of the pavilion master."

Hua Wudao left the East Pavilion with his hands behind his back.

Hua Yuexing, Pan Zhong, Zhou Jifeng, Duanmusheng, and other female disciples followed them outside the East Pavilion.

Hua Wudao looked up at the power of the barrier.

Sighed: "The power of the barrier has weakened again."

Duanmusheng said: "Elder Hua, this is not the way to go. If Master keeps out of the gate, who will deal with Gong Yuandu?"

Remember what Hua Wudao said yesterday.

The crowd trembled.

That is the cultivation genius of the Northern Capital.

A master of the same era as the pavilion master and his old man!

Hua Wudao thought of Pan Litian and Leng Luo, and said: "The soldiers will block the water and cover the soil... This matter can't be rushed. Let's do it... Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng will take some people and guard them at the foot of Jinting Mountain. If they find anything, they will report it at any time. "

"As ordered."

Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng led the crowd to leave.

"What about me?" Duanmusheng said.

"You come with me."

The two walked towards the West Pavilion.

Soon.

Hua Wudao and Duanmusheng appeared outside Leng Luo's residence.

The courtyard was quiet.

Hua Wudao looked around, cleared his throat, and said loudly, "Hua Wudao asks to see you."

In front of Leng Luo, Hua Wudao was considered a junior.

Duanmusheng followed suit.

squeak-

The door was blown open by a smooth gust of air.

Leng Luo, who was wearing a silver mask, walked out with his hands behind his back, and his eyes fell on Hua Wudao and Duanmusheng.

"What's the matter?"

Hua Wudao said straight to the point: "Motian Pavilion may be in danger, please senior Leng take action."

Leng Luo laughed hoarsely, and said, "There is a pavilion master in the Motian Pavilion... Where is the danger?"

From the beginning to the end, Leng Luo and Pan Litian didn't take the barrier to heart.

Hua Wudao bowed: "The pavilion master is in a state of retreat, and he will be afraid that he will not be able to leave the customs for a while... There is a strong enemy in the Motian Pavilion, I am afraid that only Senior Leng can deal with it."

Leng Luo continued to chuckle and pointed to the neighbor: "You can find Lao Pan."

The voice just fell.

In the courtyard next door, the door creaked open.

Pan Litian grabbed the wine gourd and said lazily: "Old Leng, you are really not interesting. The pavilion master is in retreat, you should charge into battle, this old man can only eat and drink."

"Stop talking nonsense, your cultivation is recovering, don't think I don't know." Leng Luo said.

"Aren't you either..."

This look looks weird.

After all, he is a first-class boss, how do you say it like a child bickering?

Hua Wudao and Duanmusheng looked confused.

"Two seniors... two seniors, please listen to me." Hua Wudao hurriedly interrupted the mutual dismantling of the two.

Leng Luo and Pan Litian looked at Hua Wudao at the same time.

"speak."

Hua Wudao said: "This person is a genius of swordsmanship. I am afraid that only two seniors can deal with it. Wouldn't it be beautiful if the two were willing to join hands to fight against the enemy?"

Leng Luo glanced at Pan Litian.

Although he was wearing a mask, his attitude was very obvious. Would I be dignified and Lengluo to cooperate with this old beggar?

Pan Litian was still lazy and staggered. He didn't even look at Leng Luo, and responded with the same attitude.

Leng Luo looked at Hua Wudao: "You are from Yunzong, and Liuhe Daoyin is even more amazing... Even you can't deal with it?"

Hua Wudao showed embarrassment: "I only know how to defend, not attack. What's more, this person's cultivation base is far better than me..."

"Much better than you?"

"good."

Leng Luo was stunned.

He is also a well-informed man.

There are very few practitioners of the same level in this world who can wrestle with the pavilion master.

So who will this person be?

"A kendo genius?"

"That's right."

Leng Luo disapproved and snorted softly: "Luo Changqing of Yunzong and Sword Saint Luo Shisan are descendants of the younger generation. These two are not worthy of fighting against me."

Hua Wudao was even more embarrassed.

If it were these two people, he could solve it himself. After all, what Hua Wudao said was also their elder.

"This person's name is Gong Yuandu."

Snapped.

The wine gourd in Pan Litian's hand fell to the ground.

The whole person was stunned for a moment, and the right little finger trembled slightly.

In contrast, Leng Luo looked a little stiff. If it weren't for the mask covering his face, it would be hard to imagine his expression now.

cough cough.

Pan Litian coughed quickly, suppressed his embarrassed expression, picked up the wine gourd naturally, and said, "I'm old, I can't even hold the gourd... Old Leng, I have to admit that the old man is far inferior to you. It's up to you to deal with the genius of kendo...cough...cough, eh? Why is there no more wine, there is no wine in life, what is the difference between death...I'm going to find wine."

Leng Luo's figure flickered, leaving a phantom in place.

In the next second, he appeared a few meters in front of Pan Litian.

"Lao Pan...I know you like wine. Considering your inconvenience, I had someone prepare some and put them in your courtyard..."

"Ah? Is there such a thing?" Pan Litian was confused.

Leng Luo raised his right hand slightly, and a weak qi lifted up the wine jar in Pan Litian's courtyard, and then slowly lowered it.

"A hundred years of ageing..."

Pan Litian: "..."

Leng Luo retracted his right hand, put it behind him, and sighed hoarsely: "In terms of cultivation experience and attainments, I am indeed far better than you...However, I was seriously injured, and the recovery of Qi Hai and Dantian was not as fast as yours. You have black mango lotus. If you help each other out with all your strength and fight to the death, I don’t think Gong Yuan would dare to underestimate it.”

"Cough, cough... Fight to the death..." Pan Litian's face darkened, and he thought, is it so serious?

"I heard people say... Lao Pan, you made a promise in front of the pavilion owner. Your old life belongs to the Motian Pavilion! Don't shirk... In the entire Motian Pavilion, you are the only one who has the most power. Ability to block Gong Yuandu." Leng Luo said.

"If you need the old man to work hard, the old man should work hard... but you, shirk the responsibility, and wince." Pan Litian said.

Watching the two quarrel endlessly.

Hua Wudao said loudly: "Please two seniors to take action at the same time!"

Duanmusheng also bowed: "Please two seniors to take action at the same time!"

They are all half a catty, both old and weak, so why look down on each other?

...

at the same time.

Jianxu Mausoleum, in the corridor.

click... click...

The ink-colored coffin moved slowly.

No one came out of the coffin, but the whole coffin, suspended in the air, slowly flew out of the entrance of the tunnel, passed through the Qijue Formation, passed through the Sword Tomb, and left the Jianxu Mausoleum.

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