Juntian map

In front of Zhubing Pavilion, Puyang's old sword head, covered in blood, bowed his head and knelt in the heavy rain, and did not move any longer.

Jiang Manlou, who was holding ink attacks, looked at the miserable figure who had long recognized his master in his heart and knelt in front of him, and a feeling of sorrow appeared on his nose. He looked up at the dim sky. There was nothing in the sky except for nothing.

It will stop raining...

Luo Changfeng, with the silver fox face, had already held the Divine Bow and Arrow Eight slowly falling down.

Jiang Manlou wiped the rain and tears that could not be distinguished on his face, and looked at about a hundred cavalry and the iron armor of the pagoda broke into the autumn rain, and he knew that the overall situation was finally settled.

The disciples who guarded the fifth uncle of the Jiang family, and had been worried after choosing a camp to betray the old man. They knew that if they could not successfully remove Jiang Manlou, their respective fate would be imagined. Now everyone relies on the first battle of Puyang Sword

Death, dead under the arrow of a young man with a silver fox face, behind him, there were armed and invulnerable weapons of the Putu iron armors coming one after another. The fifth uncle of the Jiang family, who had been planning for a long time but lost to a variable of an uncertainty

The situation is over, and many people are beginning to feel uneasy and sway.

Until a disciple heard news that Jiang Liu'er, the youngest girl from the Jiang family, had led reinforcements outside the Tibing Mountain, attacking Yu Zhongtang and Sanqian Fu Tujia, who were guarding the city, had no intention of fighting.

The 30,000 Qingli Army was defeated and fled.

The news of the five thunders hit the top made the middle-aged Confucian scholar who looked quite elegant completely despair.

He planned for many years, and even colluded with Qizhoudi, a large army of internal and external forces to defeat the city, but in the end he lost to his nephew who had never been optimistic about it.

He couldn't figure out why!

After years of walking on thin ice, he worked every step.

It can be said that every step he took was decided by his careful deduction and calculation. These steps were not a surprise move, but an undefeated decisive move in his heart.

But what exactly made the situation look like today?

The three thousand pagoda armors whose combat power is beyond calculation? The unexpected reinforcements of Jiang Liuer? The appearance of the accountant Mr. Shushan Moyan? Or is it that the power is comparable to the top ten divine weapons?

None of them!

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family believes that in this chess game where life and death are betting on life and death, under his own decisiveness, the one who reverses the real situation is never the divine weapon Arrow Ba. It is undeniable that the power of Arrow Ba and two arrows is the only one who has spiritual power.

After all, it was still a cold dead thing.

Dead things are not living children.

The instability that broke the chess game was the silver fox face not far away in front of me.

I think even the mysterious military advisor who promoted the Tanyuan Alliance of the Seven Prefectures did not expect such an outsider to appear...

The disciples around him fled with their armor and threw away their armor.

More than a hundred Buddha iron armors surrounded themselves again.

The accountant, Shushan Moyan, stood in sight with her hands behind her back.

Don’t care about the fate of the eleven talismans that had been developed with painstaking efforts, the fifth uncle of the Jiang family smiled with a blood-red smile: “Since ancient times, the king has succeeded and defeated the enemy! My good nephew has not disappointed the old man!”

Jiang Manlou put away Mo Gong, whose form could be changed at will, and the victory of a life-and-death situation made him not feel much joy: "It disappointed Uncle Wu!"

Perhaps it is because people are about to die, and the fifth uncle of the Jiang family was silent for a long time and said, "Can the fifth uncle ask you for something?"

Jiang Manlou said: "Although my nephew may not be able to agree, I still want to hear Uncle Wu's last unfulfilled wish."

"Save Gong'er's life, he is your clan brother after all!"

Jiang Manlou smiled and said, "Give him his life? He has never been able to spare his nephew! Besides, letting the tiger return to the mountain, is the fifth uncle really a saint who is sage who does not care about grudges, love and hatred?"

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family stared at Jiang Manlou for a long time. Through the heavy rain, I wonder if I could see Jiang Manlou's face clearly.

However, he actually heard the ridicule and determination of the nephew's words.

The fifth uncle of the Jiang family smiled fiercely, as if he was infatuated, and blood was already overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

Amid the demonic laughter, he raised his palm, his five fingers pressed on his head like claws...

There was silence in front of Zhubing Pavilion.

During the heavy rain, Jiang Manlou walked to the body of his fifth uncle lying in the cold rain, and closed his eyes for the uncle who died with hatred: "I originally had no intention of killing them all. As for Jiang Mangong,

Let him die for himself.”

...

After the heavy rain, it was a good weather with cold autumn winds.

Luo Changfeng leads the horse.

Jiang Manlou pulled Xiao farewell.

The three of them left the city of Machinery and the mountain of Tibing.

No longer the future head of the Jiang family, but the real leader of the Battle Valley, Jiang Manlou, who passed through this Tibing Mountain, no longer needed an old servant to lead the way.

This young master of the Jiang family, who was not sure whether he was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger or hiding his wisdom, had a dandy life for the first half of his life, as if he had grown up overnight. Not only did he shoulder the burden of the world's first family, but he was also in his aunt Jiang Liuer's position.

After taking charge, he completed the long-defeated wedding with Yu Zhongtang.

But the only drawback is that among the ten-son comrades, Luo Changfeng is the only witness!

Now in Jiangmanlou, life is truly about entering the house!

"In Zhubing Pavilion, how did you conquer the extremely spiritual Arrow Ba?"

At the foot of the mountain, the river is full of the building.

Looking at the comrades-in-law brothers who had not taken off their silver fox face mask, he smiled.

"You told me that the materials made by Arc Ba are taken from the fragments of the space of the broken world, and I have a map of the country, mountains and rivers." Luo Changfeng did not have the same Jiang Manlou, who is not like his own hands but is better than his own hands.

Any concealment.

"I still don't understand." Jiang Manlou shook his head.

"Everyone knows that the Juntian map was divided into seven five hundred years ago, but few people know what special things each of the seven catalogs has." Luo Changfeng explained.

"The picture of washing flowers and washing swords that the old man Zhaixing once obtained is a sword tomb that burys countless famous swords. The map of the country and mountains and rivers that my father got several years ago is a nine-fold painting of mountains and rivers. I sat and watched the paintings and climbed the mountain.

Every time you enter a mountain and see a water, you will get a means of ignoring distance and being inseparable from the two realms."

Jiang Manlou, who was born from an extraordinary background, had seen countless strange methods, was still quite shocked.

With such ability as the two realms, the only person who becomes a saint in the world can shrink into an inch and tear the space and descend to a certain place. Now Luo Changfeng is only in the realm of the soul, so he has such ability with the help of the Tiantu.

In some ways, isn’t it equivalent to the realm of divine attraction?

"Actually, it's not as mysterious as you imagined. So far, I have only seen the three mountains and rivers." Luo Changfeng said with a wry smile.

If the two realms are really free to come and go, why would he be so troubled?

He directly tore open the space boundary wall, went to Yan Bailou, and then stabbed it in with a knife, and then the two realms disappeared instantly. Wouldn't any grudges be settled?

"So, Jianba and you are really destined to be together." Jiang Manlou bowed.

"Just send it here."

Luo Changfeng led the horse, squatted down and rubbed the little farewell head who was obviously much more obedient beside Jiang Manlou.

"In Zangbing Valley, you are not allowed to cause trouble for Brother Manlou."

"No. I must be obedient when I say goodbye. I will ask Brother Manlou to give me a knife."

"Then you have to learn swords seriously. Then the first year of junior high school will test your sword skills." Luo Changfeng was stunned for a moment. He didn't know whether this decision was right or wrong about Xiao Xubei learning swords into the world.

"Don't worry. This little guy is promoting Bingshan, what else can he do? I promise that he will become the leader of the Shunyan who is so popular on the Di Xuan List in the future, just like this young master."

"Like you? How many places are there outside the Dixuan New List?" Luo Changfeng teased.

"Okay! I didn't say anything." Jiang Manlou waved his hand and signaled Luo Changfeng to leave quickly and not leave an annoying thing.

Luo Changfeng smiled.

Fitted clothes and hats.

Then he bowed his hands and left with the horse.

"Brother Junior High School..." Xiao Xibei ran a few steps, tears blurring his eyes.

Jiang Manlou looked at the back and sighed and put his hands behind him: "Baby, you must remember to learn swords well. What is the Dixuan New List? I will be the second in that Tianque in the future!"