As for the lion slaughtering conference, it must have been gone.

It's gone.

If Zhang Wuji's last grudge is repaid, then let's play with his little Zhao Min.

What if we say we want to solve the problem of Ming Cult?

No need.

Zhou Zhiruo was so stupid that she couldn't think of it at the beginning.

Because she likes Zhang Wuji.

But now she likes Zhao Qingchan, so she doesn't have to be with the people from the Ming Cult.

Then she doesn't care. As long as she can develop the Emei Sect well, that's enough.

The plot of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber announced the ending at this time, which is the most perfect in Zhao Qingchan's eyes.

As for the two magic weapons that triggered many stories?

The key is the secret.

Brother Chan has the genuine Jiuyin, so it is enough to pass it directly to Xiao Zhiruo, so there is no need to learn the quick version.

He didn't care much about these two weapons.

…………

Three days later.

Inside the Shilipo pavilion outside Wudang Mountain.

A handsome man in a white robe sat on the railing and leaned against a pillar, putting one hand on his knee, looking into the distance.

He is waiting for someone.

He also waited for a long time.

The wine of the gourd was drunk.

And he reached out to feel the coolness, then looked up at the dark sky.

At this moment, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Because it's very soon.

Accompanied by a thunderous sound.

Boom!

The rain poured down.

But at this time.

The sound of horse hooves trampling on the rain suddenly rang out.

Next, a figure appeared in the rain.

This is a horse-riding man wearing a blue shirt, in his pocket, and carrying a luggage.

He seemed to be heading far.

But the horse began to slow down while running wildly and headed straight to the pavilion.

"You're late." Zhao Qingchan looked at the guy who entered the pavilion to shelter from the rain.

"It took a lot of time to move, and it took three days to come here. It would be nice to be able to get there today." Liu Xuan wiped the water droplets on his face with his sleeve.

Zhao Qingchan looked at him carefully: "Awesome, it is worthy of absorbing part of the demonic power of the Thousand-year-old tree demon, and its realm has skyrocketed."

"If you don't have that flying sword, it will be easy to hit you." Liu Xuan hummed softly.

Brother Chan smiled: "It used to be possible, but now it's not accurate, but I'll ask you a question."

"You have just entered the realm of a master, and with your own demonic power, can you beat the Grand Master more than half a step?"

"What are you doing?"

Liu Xuan glanced at him in surprise. He had just obtained the sword box and was about to find trouble for the half-step master?

Isn’t it good to take a sword quietly?

Zhao Qingchan chuckled: "Just ask, evaluate your combat effectiveness so as to make plans for our next trip."

"It's almost the same. I can withstand it, but I may not be able to beat it." Liu Xuan had a very clear position on himself.

He can resist, fight, live for a long time, and has high vitality, but his killing power is not good.

"Well, just be able to resist." Zhao Qingchan narrowed his eyes, then stood up and picked up the salute, hat, and went straight to his white horse in the rain.

"Don't shelter from the rain?"

Zhao Qingchan glanced at him: "You are still afraid of the rain. In fact, I always think that your Liu family can live for a hundred years by drinking water."

"Stop talking nonsense, just leave."

Even though Liu Xuan said that, he was shocked.

As a family of many demon hunters, the Liu family is indeed longer and does not even need to eat anything. They will not die as long as they drink water, but they are a little weak.

But he couldn't figure out how Zhao Qingchan could infer it.

“Why?”

"Photosynthesis." Zhao Qingchan stuttered, but she didn't say it.

And the two of them also have to go all the way to Dadu. (Beijing)

It's just that.

They have to do something along the way.

Because one of the flying swords in the sword box is on this road, the distance between them is not far from each other.

Zhao Qingchan remembered what Mr. Liu once said to him.

"The sword box and the flying sword are originally one. If the distance is closer, there will be a sense of each other, and you will naturally be able to detect it."

"And one of the flying swords is located in Chentang Pass of the Great Yuan Dynasty."

"Rumored that the ancestors used this sword to suppress a evil dragon."

"It will be sealed for a thousand years."

"Now, a thousand years have passed."

"My Liu family has never heard of a rumor that a dragon is causing trouble in Chentang Pass."

"If there were no accidents, the evil dragon would have died long ago. Young Master Zhao can go there first."

Zhao Qingchan thought for a while and thought what Mr. Liu said was clear.

Liu Daoxuan is a land sword immortal.

He is definitely fierce.

But he has no reason to suppress the dragon with one sword for thousands of years.

What's more, Liu Daoxuan had long been dead.

The seal will naturally become much weaker.

But the demon dragon didn't come out to cause trouble, so it probably was already cold.

"So, I might be able to pick up some treasures." Zhao Qingchan touched his chin, and he always felt that this wave should be profitable.

So.

The two of them whipped up their horses and galloped northward, far faster than Zhang Wuji's large army.
Chapter completed!