Chapter 3448 Pat the Emperor on the Shoulder, I can replace him!

"It turns out that the fairy sword behind you has used a very clever and unique method to warm and maintain your pure zhenqi. Three strands of subtle sword Qi have been implanted in the body of your zhenqi fire dragon to help you. Opening up the spinal joints of this fire dragon inch by inch will rejuvenate your body and create a golden body in advance, just like the golden muscles and jade bones of Taoism. It is really ingenious!"

Chen Ping'an's face was blank. He had no idea that such a thing was happening. No wonder his martial arts realm was advancing instead of retreating.

The old man had seen the root of the situation, so he stopped embarrassing Chen Ping'an, calmed down his domineering aura, and calm returned to the bamboo building.

Chen Pingan breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall. His limbs were limp and sweaty. The green shirt on his body was soaked and clung to his body, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

"It turns out that Mr. Zhou was secretly helping me, but I didn't notice it at all!"

The old man felt a little unhappy, so he kicked Chen Ping'an again. It felt like he was hit hard by a heavy hammer, and he hit the wall hard. He fainted and didn't even give him a chance to curse his mother.

"You are so young and so full of energy, you really deserve a beating."

The old man was still not relieved, so he raised his foot again and kicked Chen Pingan's body into the wall. After falling to the ground, he bounced up again, which made him wake up for a while because of the pain, and then he fainted again because of the pain.

Under the eaves of the bamboo building, the female ghost Shirou sat on a small green bamboo chair, feeling uneasy. She swallowed and noticed that Chen Ping'an was being beaten to death by the old man. She couldn't help but secretly rejoice. Compared with this, she has been living in Luolu Mountain in the past few years. It was a magical life.

Shi Rou looked up at the second floor and stood up suddenly. Cui Cheng pinched Chen Ping'an's neck as if he were holding a little chicken. He gently lifted it over the railing and threw it down casually. The female ghost hurriedly catch.

The old man was condescending, overlooking the female ghost who had taken over Du Mao's body, and ordered without taking it seriously.

"This kid just thinks too much and sleeps too little. Let him get a full sleep first. No one is allowed to disturb him before he wakes up."

Shi Rou nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, not daring to look at the old man at all. She quickly put Chen Ping'an on the bed on the first floor, quietly exited, closed the door, and sat obediently on the bamboo chair at the door, acting like a door god.

Cui Cheng walked down the bamboo tower step by step and came to stand on the edge of the cliff. Today, the clouds and fog were thick, blocking the view. The mountains were magnificent, like wind and waves, shaking the earth and the earth. The old man was at the height of Luolu Mountain, as if he were in a vast ocean country. An adjacent mountain peak on the left stood alone above the sea of ​​clouds, standing alone like an immortal. With a wave of his sleeves and robes, the powerful wind swept across the entire mountain and scattered it easily. The sea of ​​clouds suddenly opened, and the mountains and rivers appeared.

Seeing this, the female ghost Shi Rou lowered her head and huddled up, trembling. If this sleeve were to hit her, even if the mortal body of the immortal could withstand the blow, her soul would be dissipated, and the horror of the warriors of the end could be seen. A spot.

The old man stood high and stopped to look far away. He saw a huge black snake with a golden thread on its belly and four claws, climbing the mountain quickly along the wide mountain road from the mountain gate.

Approaching the Bamboo House, the black snake did not dare to come closer. Pei Qian knew that it was afraid, so he was not embarrassed. He jumped up and fell to the ground. Without any pause, he went straight to the Bamboo House.

The girl in the pink skirt followed closely behind. She was extremely cute as if there were flying pink butterflies. Only the kid in green clothes looked listless. He slid down from the tail of the black snake and hung slowly behind the two little girls. He didn't know why, but he was so excited when he thought of seeing Chen Ping'an. Inexplicably feeling guilty.

As soon as Pei Qian arrived in front of the bamboo building, he was stopped by Shi Rou and repeated Cui Cheng's instructions.

Pei Qian's charcoal face showed a bit of disappointment and worry. He walked to the door of the bamboo house, poked his head in and looked at the scene inside. Chen Ping'an was lying on the bed, breathing steadily and falling asleep.

Pei Qian felt distressed when he saw Chen Ping'an was broken and haggard. He sat down on the bamboo chair next to Shi Rou, folded his arms and felt a little sulky. When the master came home, she was not the first one. As you can see, she, the founding disciple of Luo Luo Shan, is not very qualified, she is really too careless!

Pei Qian glanced at the old man standing in front of the cliff. He was afraid and did not dare to approach. He could only wink secretly at the girl in pink skirt.

Chen Nuanshu and Pei Qian cooperated very well. They understood each other and immediately ran to Cui Cheng, raised their heads and asked playfully.

"Grandpa Cui, is my master okay?"

There was a warm smile on the old man's serious and stern face. He was kind and kind, without the violent and domineering attitude he had just faced Chen Pingan. He reached out and touched the little head of the girl in pink skirt and said softly.

"It's a little troublesome, but it doesn't matter. After Chen Ping'an wakes up, I'll give him some punches and he'll recover soon!"

When a martial artist practices boxing, he not only needs to train his muscles, bones and skin externally, but also needs to train his breath internally. Chen Pingan has not practiced boxing for three years, and his physical body, muscles and bones have deteriorated, and even more seriously, his breath has almost disappeared.

The inner breath of training not only refers to the true energy of martial arts, but also a kind of courage, heart energy, ferocious energy, and mental energy. If this breath is lost, even if the martial artist has a golden body and is indestructible, he still cannot be regarded as a true martial artist.

Chen Jingqing pricked up his ears and listened to the conversation between the old man and Chen Nuanshu. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly. He couldn't help but sympathize with the tragic fate that Chen Ping'an would face next. Old Cui's fist was too cruel. He still remembered Chen Ping'an's tragic situation back then. Xin, if he were Chen Ping'an, he would never return to Luopo Mountain to suffer this serious crime, and would rather hide outside for fifty years.

At this moment, two guests from afar came down from Luopo Mountain. A young man in a Confucian shirt held a little girl in black. They stood in front of the mountain gate and looked up. The sea of ​​clouds suddenly opened and the mountains and rivers appeared.

"Hey, there is actually this Zhijie martial artist sitting on Luolu Mountain. He has underestimated this guy Chen Ping'an!"

Zhou Jue shook his head slightly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and as his thoughts turned, he immediately guessed the identity of this Zhinjing martial artist. There were only two tenth realm martial artists in Dongbaopingzhou, Li Er, and Song Changjing. Naturally, they would not come to Luopo Mountain. Then The only ten-level martial artist who is related to Chen Ping'an is Cui Cheng, the head of the Cui family in the world.

Hearing this, the little girl in black looked up at Zhou Jue, with a look of confusion on her face and a questioning look in her big eyes.

"It's okay, let's go up the mountain!"

Zhou Jue chuckled lightly, and took the little girl in black with him, walking leisurely in the courtyard, like a spring outing, heading towards the mountain.

"Hehehehe!"

Zhou Mili was innocent and simple-minded. He didn't think too much and followed Zhou Jue up the mountain with a bright smile.

In front of the bamboo building, Zhou Jue and Zhou Mili stood still, looking around and admiring the scene on Luolu Mountain.

The kid in green clothes was the closest to the two. When he heard the movement, he turned his head first to look, with a polite smile on his face. He cupped his hands and asked.

"I'm Chen Jingqing in Luopo Mountain. I don't know what to call my two friends. Why are you here in Luopo Mountain?"

Zhou Jue glanced at the boy in green. He was just a small anaconda in the Dragon Gate realm. It had not yet turned into a dragon. It was not much better than the original Zhou Mili, so it was naturally not in his eyes. He turned his eyes to take in all the people present, and then his eyes fell on the old man in Confucian shirt in front of the cliff, nodded slightly, and said with a smile.

"I didn't expect that Zhou would see the leader of the Cui family, the most famous family in the world, in Luopo Mountain. It's really strange!"

Cui Cheng's burly and tall body turned around, his tiger eyes flashing, staring closely at the elegant and handsome young scholar in front of him, wearing a large scholar's shirt, with no aura around him, just like an ordinary person, let him His mind froze.

"This young man is amazing, but I can't see his true identity!"

"But he must be no ordinary person, not simple! The little girl in black he is holding is surrounded by water vapor, faintly exuding dragon energy, and her strength has already entered the upper five realms!"

"Who are you?"

Cui Cheng looked solemn and took a step forward. A burst of fist power was released, like a river bursting its embankment. It was so majestic and turbulent that it was difficult to resist and could destroy everything that stood in its way.

Zhou Jue chuckled and exhaled softly. A strong wind suddenly rose and swept through the remaining clouds, like a turbulent river and sea. It was shocking, and he easily defused the old man's domineering and violent fists. The wind was light and the clouds were light, effortlessly.

The old man's pupils tightened and he stopped moving. His mind was tense. This man's strength was unpredictable. Even he, a great martial arts master, was not sure of victory and did not dare to act rashly.

The boy in green was so nervous that he didn't notice the strange atmosphere at all. Seeing that Zhou Jue didn't answer his question, he took a few steps forward and stood in front of him. He first glanced at the little girl in black strangely. Why does he always feel suppressed when facing this little girl?

Then, Chen Jingqing stretched out his right hand that had patted Master Bai Yujingsan, landed on Zhou Jue's shoulder, patted it hard twice, and said boldly.

"At home, you rely on your parents, and when you go out, you rely on your friends. We are all from the world, and meeting each other means we are destined. My friend, since you have come to Luopo Mountain, I, Chen Jingqing, will naturally treat you warmly."

The boy in green, like an old Jianghu, withdrew his right hand that fell on Zhou Jue's shoulder, patted his chest again, and said very enthusiastically.

Chen Jingqing's biggest hobby is to make friends and brag. Although he and Zhou Jue met for the first time and didn't know each other, it still didn't stop him from getting acquainted with each other and acting like a brother.

"Oh, thank you very much!"

"Uncle Zhou!"

"Mr. Zhou!"

Shi Rou looked up at Pei Qian who was sitting on the bamboo chair, stood up immediately, bowed quickly and shouted respectfully.

When Cui Cheng saw this, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes, and he guessed Zhou Jue's identity. He felt relieved and no longer guarded.

Hearing this, the boy in green clothes turned to look at the little girl in black charcoal and asked in confusion.

"Pei Qian, do you know this friend?"

The little girl Brown Tang no longer acted as unruly as before. She looked at the boy in green with a strange look and said in a deep voice.

"This is Uncle Zhou Jue. You should have heard of his reputation!"

When the kid in green clothes heard this, his feet softened and he sat down directly on the ground. He was sweating profusely and had a frightened expression on his little face. His little heart was beating violently and the heartbeat could be heard clearly. He swallowed nervously. , still holding a trace of luck, asked the little black girl in a hoarse voice.

"Pei Qian, you shouldn't be talking about the great swordsman Zhou Jue who asked the sword to hold Yueshan and fought against the ancestor of the wilderness alone?!"

Pei Qian looked at the crying boy in green with sympathy. Under the desperate gaze of the other party, he nodded, dispelling all the luck in Chen Jingqing's heart.

The boy in Tsing Yi wanted to die. He stared fiercely at his right hand that had caused the trouble, wishing to chop it into pieces. He looked up at Zhou Jue, who was smiling lightly, and stammered.

"Zhou, Zhou, sir, if I say I didn't mean it, will you forgive me?"

Zhou Jue stared at the kid in Tsing Yi with a half-smile but not a smile. He was worthy of being the emperor of shoulder patters. He dared to pat anyone on the shoulder. His deep gaze made Chen Jingqing anxious and uneasy. He shook his head and said with a smile.

“Don’t blame those who don’t know!”

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Only then did the boy in green dare to take a deep breath, immediately got up from the ground, gave Zhou Jue a thumbs up, and flattered Zhou Jue.

"Mr. Zhou is indeed a great hero, the best swordsman in the world, and there are many of you! In the world, the one I, Chen Jingqing, admire the most is you!"

Zhou Jue glanced at the flattering boy in green and ignored him, walked up to Pei Qian and asked.

"Where's Chen Pingan?"

"Master, he is too tired and is still sleeping!"

Pei Qian glanced curiously at the little girl in black who was following Zhou Jue. There was an inquiring look in her eyes. She was silly and felt that she should be easy to deceive, similar to Chen Nuanshu.

Zhou Jue turned his head to look in the direction of the bamboo building, felt Chen Ping'an's breath, nodded slightly, understood in his heart, and said softly.

"The heart-qi he had built up in his body almost disappeared after just one interrogation session in Shujian Lake. He still lacked training!"

"If it weren't for Mr. Zhou's secret protection, not only would he lose his temper, but his body would also collapse!"

The old man in Confucian shirt had an expression of dissatisfaction on his old face. Chen Ping'an's performance this time made him dissatisfied. He was too fragile. It was just a small training and he almost collapsed physically and mentally. What else could he do? The momentum of a martial artist.

"Master Cui, this is all thanks to your beloved grandson Cui Han. The chess game he set is not something that anyone can survive safely!"

Zhou Jue sat down on the bamboo chair, leaning back, lazily and leisurely, not treating himself as an outsider at all, as if he had returned home.

When Cui Cheng heard the name Cui Chan, he frowned and a complicated look flashed in his eyes. At that time, he admired the knowledge of the shabby old scholar very much and let his brilliant grandson become his disciple. Later, the old scholar Becoming a Confucian Literary Sage, entering the fourteenth realm, and standing at the top of the world, Cui Chan, the great disciple of the Literary Sage lineage, has also risen in status, becoming a very important figure in the world.

However, the good times did not last long. Wen Sheng lost the battle between the three and four people and imprisoned himself in the merit forest. Wen Sheng's lineage was weak. Mr. Cui Cheng chose to support Wen Sheng's lineage as always, but Cui Chan rebelled and left. , so that this old man who has been strong all his life is very disappointed.

"Hmph! Why are you mentioning him!"

A trace of anger flashed in Cui Cheng's eyes, and with a wave of his sleeves, a strong storm shook, tearing up the sky and sea of ​​clouds. He no longer had any interest in talking, and went up to the second floor angrily.

"What a dusk tiger, its ferocious power has not diminished!"

Zhou Jue glanced at the broken sea of ​​clouds. The golden sun was shining high, and the bright sunlight shone down and fell on his body, as if covered with a layer of clouds, sacred and solemn.

"call!"

Zhou Jue squinted his eyes slightly, as if he felt that the sun was dazzling, and breathed out gently. The water vapor between the sky and the earth condensed into a sea of ​​clouds, once again blocking the golden sunshine. Luolu Mountain was shrouded in the sea of ​​clouds, like a fairyland.

When the boy in green saw this, a look of admiration appeared on his face. He was worthy of being the best swordsman in the world. He was the one among the gods. His breath became clouds, his breath became wind, his magical powers were immeasurable, and his methods reached the sky.

"That's what a man should do!"

"Hey hey hey!"

Chen Jingqing had never seen such a method before, and he was shocked. He imagined that if he could achieve Zhou Jue's level, he would be worshiped and admired by the world, and he couldn't help laughing.

"He can take his place!"

The boy in Tsing Yi nodded in agreement. He felt that these words were very popular with me. He couldn't help but look for the reputation. When he saw Zhou Jue who was smiling but not smiling, he woke up from his beautiful fantasy in an instant and quickly waved his hands to deny it.

"Mr. Zhou misunderstood, how can I do this?!"

"Hey, Chen Jingqing, you are so cowardly, don't tell me, Pei Qian, that I know you!"

The little black girl curled her lips in disdain, full of contempt for the flattering face of the boy in green, and wanted to draw a clear line between him and him.

Chen Jingqing suddenly became anxious. The Jianghu people wanted to save face. He didn't want to show his timidity in front of Pei Qian, so he raised his head and said arrogantly.

"What do you know, Pei Qian? I won't give you the knowledge of a little girl!"

Pei Qian was furious, and put his thumb on the bamboo sword on his waist. The bamboo sword was unsheathed inch by inch. The black girl bent her waist like a young tiger, with a fierce light in her eyes, staring at Qing Yi. The child is like a cold and ruthless swordsman.

"Chen Jingqing, do you want to learn my crazy swordsmanship!"

The girl in the pink skirt looked at the two little guys who were facing each other, their fingers intertwined, and she was a little worried that the two would fall out.

Chen Jingqing's cultivation level is obviously far better than that of Pei Qian, a little girl who has just started practicing. But for some reason, when facing Pei Qian, he always has an inexplicable fear in his heart, which makes him dare not be his enemy, and his eyes flash. After moving a few times, he pretended to be generous and said.

"A manly man, I am too embarrassed to bully a little girl like you who is just starting out. Let's give it up for now. We will fight again in the future after you have perfected your crazy sword skills!"

Pei Qian knew that her cultivation time was short and her realm was shallow, so she was no match for Chen Jingqing, so she gave up as soon as she was good and put her hand down from the hilt of the sword.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

The little girl in black was beaming with joy, as if she had watched a wonderful show. Her big eyes were shining brightly, and she looked at the majestic Pei Qian with admiration. She clapped her two little hands and praised him.

When Pei Qian heard this, he felt extremely proud. He raised his little head and said in an arrogant manner, pretending to be humble.

"What's this? It's just a trivial matter!"

"As my master's disciple, I, Pei Qian, am a very ruthless and iron-blooded man! There are countless Shanze monsters who have been beaten to death and surrendered by me. Chen Jingqing is not worth mentioning at all!"

As soon as these words came out, the boy in green rolled his eyes helplessly and curled his lips with a bit of disdain. He knew Pei Qian thoroughly. The monsters in the mountains that the little girl Heitan said were just gadflies, toads, and local dogs. She couldn't even defeat a big white goose, so how could she have the nerve to brag in front of him.

"However, people in the world care about face. If I expose Pei Qian, she will definitely break off our relationship with me, so let's forget it!"

The boy in green knew the rules of the world, and did not expose Pei Qian's lies on the spot. He even joined in and boasted about his great achievements. The girl in black was stunned for a moment, and was confused after being deceived.