"Who do you think they will win?"

Above the hill, Zhang Lan held the fan tightly and looked at the two people confronting each other in front of him.

From the bottom of his heart, he definitely hopes that his father will win and continue to be the best in the world.

But there was another voice in Zhang Lan's heart, and Ren Hao had worked hard to this extent...

If he wins.

Own...

I really can't hate it, and maybe I will cheer for the leader.

But this seemed to betray his father, which made Zhang Lan feel guilty and was also very entangled.

Chen Qiu had no answer.

His attention had faded from the field.

Unlike those who care about the outcome of the world, Chen Qiu became a little overwhelmed. He didn't even want to know the result of this duel, so he squatted on the ground.

He was reaching out to tease the fat orange cat lying in front of him.

Few people care about this cat.

But Chen Qiu knew that this cat was the cat that Zhang Moye never left.

Ordinary orange cat.

He was fat and covered with fur, shiny and shiny. At the neck, he was also wearing an exquisite black collar, made of leather, and I don’t know what material it was.

Just under the collar, there was a small silver round card.

Chen Qiu looked at the cat, and the orange cat also stared at Chen Qiu.

This cat is very strange.

In its eyes, there seemed to be a kind of wisdom light. Chen Qiu looked at it, just like he was looking at it in a wise life.

He stretched out his hand and wanted to touch the lazy cat's head, but the moment he saw the cat open his mouth towards him, an endless fear filled his heart at this moment.

It was as if the cat in front of him would turn into a terrifying monster at any time and swallow him and everyone around him in one bite.

But that feeling is just fleeting.

“Meow~”

The orange cat screamed, and its gaze moved down and placed it on Chen Qiu's left arm. Under the wide sleeve, there was a shaking sword jade tied to it. The cat sniffed it gently.

It stood up, stretched its big and stretched its waist, walked to Chen Qiu's feet in an elegant cat walk, and rubbed Chen Qiu's legs intimately.

So Chen Qiu stretched out his hand and held it in his arms.

Very heavy.

This cat is too fat, like an equal piece of iron. Qingqing probably can't hold it with one hand.

Chen Qiu followed the orange cat along the hair. He did not pay attention to the fight in the field, but reached out and held the silver badge under the orange cat's neck. He thought he would see the cat's name from the badge.

But no.

There was only a strange pattern on the silver badge.

A flying wings, the emblem of a crow.

"I'm asking you what you are talking about."

Zhang Lan, behind Chen Qiu, stepped forward with dissatisfaction. Chen Qiu did not answer him, which made him feel unhappy, but Zhang Lan also saw the orange cat in Chen Qiu's arms.

The slutty guy stretched out his hand and tried to touch the cat.

Zhang Lan...

Some psychopaths.

He has no special feelings for his compatriots. Apart from beautiful women, he also loves small animals very much.

Chen Qiu was about to stop Zhang Lan from touching the strange cat, but the next moment, as Shen Qiu was gaze, the orange cat opened its mouth, as if yawning, and a black shadow flashed from its mouth.

Then...

Zhang Lan is gone.

A living person disappeared in an instant.

Chen Qiu could see clearly that the black shadows extending from the cat's mouth were rolled on Zhang Lan's arm like a snake, when the orange cat's mouth closed.

Zhang Lan was like a magic trick. In the distortion of time and space, he was pulled into the cat's mouth in an instant.

He was swallowed by this cat!

No sound.

Chen Qiu was so shocked that his hair stood up, and subconsciously he wanted to run out of the cat in his arms, but the next moment, the cat raised his head, looked at Chen Qiu, and looked at him with his eyes.

Chen Qiu can see clearly!

There was a terrible smile in the cat's eyes, as if he was just joking with Shen Qiu.

There is another meaning.

Although the cat couldn't speak, Chen Qiu understood its eyes. As long as Chen Qiu dared to throw it to the dusty ground, Zhang Lan would be dead!

"Zhang Moye, what exactly have you raised?"

Behind Chen Qiu, he was soaked in cold sweat at this moment. He was stiff and could not let go. He could only hold the dangerous cat in his arms as gentle as possible.

Chen Qiu was very confused.

The one in his arms was not a cat, so he had to explain that it was probably a creature like monsters.

There are not only immortals in this world, but also monsters.

Qingqing liked to talk about these magical things at the beginning, but Chen Qiu never thought that one day he would actually meet them personally.

He turned around and glanced at the mountain ghost.

The latter's attention was completely focused on the fight on the field, and he did not notice this scene.

Chen Qiubian also set his eyes on the scene and tried to calm himself down. No matter what Zhang Lan encountered, as long as Zhang Moye freed up his hands, he would definitely not care about his son's.

"Huang Wusan, borrow a sword!"

On the hill, Zhang Moye shouted to Taoist Ziwei, and the latter raised his hand, and the powerful Dao Tai'a sword threw it at Zhang Moye. The latter hooked his fingers and the purple-lighted sword fell into his hands docilely.

Zhang Moye played a sword flower, but did not inspire the powerful sword energy. He held the sword in his left hand and pointed the sword blade forward.

He said to Ren Hao:

"I used the last sword technique I learned to use this second move. Ren Hao was careful. This sword never appeared in the world. I named it "Tianwen."

"Come!"

Ren Hao took a deep breath, clasped his fists tightly, and lowered his body.

Every bone was swaying, conveying the meaning of overwhelming to Ren Hao. His body had reached its limit. Zhang Moye said three moves.

But in fact, this should be the last move Ren Hao could make.

After this move, he was unable to fight again.

But the Demon Destroy Sword Technique just now had been broken by Ren Hao's iron fist, and he won the first move!

As long as he wins this move, he will win.

"Ask the heaven and earth, ask all the people, where is the road?"

Zhang Moye's fingers gently brushed over the sword blade of Tai'a Sword. Before the sword stance was released, the artistic conception was flowing. It was not true qi or sword energy, but a strange force that would emerge when the sword intent comprehended to the deepest point.

The moment Zhang Moye's fingers left the sword edge, everyone on this hill seemed to have changes in heaven and earth in front of them.

It seemed like an illusion, or it seemed like the confusion of the feeling in my heart.

Thousands of years, the world changes greatly, the Dharma-Ending Age, the stars change, the world changes, things change, and a thousand years of time seem to be condensed here. Seeing the changes in the world, the world is changing, and the world is prosperous and despair.

No one saw clearly how Zhang Moye’s sword came out.

Even top experts like Huang Wusan, Monk Yuanwu, Yang Tao, and Juzi could only vaguely see a sword light coming through the air in this vast artistic conception.

It doesn't have a trace of murderous intent.

There wasn't even a trace of coldness.

It seems to exist forever, and has always been there, but no one noticed it.

This sword is not a killing sword.

It just represents a kind of doubt in Zhang Moye's heart.

A question.

It is asking the heaven and earth, asking sentient beings, and asking Ren Hao.

Where should the world change and all things flow in this thousand years?

Just like the problem when Zhang Moye set out his sword.

Everyone knows to move forward.

But the road...
To be continued...