Fantasy World Transmigration Chapter 24: Frog at the bottom of the well
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Chen Ang rode a horse and followed the trail to the west, but half a minute of effort came to the ancient wood beside a road. The dew in the early morning is relatively heavy, and a little wet mark on the moss under the ancient wood is very unremarkable.
Chen Ang skimmed this indentation and suddenly laughed out loud.
"Friends of the Songshan School over there, please do n’t hide! Ding Mian, Songshan is a decent after all. Anyway, he did n’t do anything that disappointed Chen. If you do n’t come out, do n’t blame Chen. ! "
Chen Ang's eyes turned to the forest in the north. His eyes were a little playful, with a little silver beating in his hand, and a flying dart shuttled between him flexibly, seeming to be able to get out at any time.
There are only the flashing sounds of the branches blowing by the wind, and the sound is very pleasant. The Chen Ang's gaze is calm, and there is no change in the sound of the birds singing in the treetops.
"Ding Mian, you can't help but disappoint me! I know that I can't lie to you, but I dare not enter, I dare not retreat, what do you intend to do?" Chen Ang shouted into the woods, The flying swallow dart disappeared in a flash.
A little silver awn flew through the treetops, disappearing without a trace.
For a long time, a disciple of Songshan fell from the treetops and collapsed to the ground. In the middle of his hat, a silver dart flickered with cold awns and was nailed to the surrounded branches. It was only half an inch away. Nailed to his head.
A large hand appeared in the air, catching the silver dart on his hat.
A short, chubby, yellow-faced old man, twisting a silver dart, disdainful: "Stainless steel, secretly crafted by the craftsman, this silver dart is not strange in material, and the craftsmanship is also very good, I am afraid its value More expensive than a gold dart made of hundreds of gold! "
"Even if you have billions of dollars in wealth, how many silver darts can you bring with you?"
Songshan disciples gathered around, and after listening to his words, his face suddenly became better. Ding Mian and Lu Bai stood behind him. In addition, Jiuqu Jianzhong also took the other two baobaos around the back road of Chen Ang.
Chen Ang is roughly counted. The martial arts here are similar to those of Fei Bin. There are at least five or six people, and three martial arts are above him. Obviously, they are the older generation of Songshan School. With a glance at this glance, Chen Ang saw the Songshan backbone such as Pulsatilla vulgare, Vulture Shatianjiang, Jin Maoshi Gao Kexin.
If these people die here, I ’m afraid Songshan will die from now on.
Chen Ang smiled and raised his eyes. He did n’t refute Lehou ’s words, but the long sword in his hand was deeply inserted into the ground. The scabbard was picked up, and a large marble fell into the air.
The long sword waved and hit the stone directly with the sheath.
The sound of "噔!", the stone blasted out, and only heard a terrible wind, and Lehou saw a shadow rushing to his door, and hurriedly shook the iron handguard on his hand, Protect yourself in front of your face.
"Dang!" with a loud noise, Lehou's hands were numb and his wrists hit his face heavily. The whole person stepped back three or four steps, and the embarrassed top was on the tree behind him.
His face was purple and blue, his hands were shaking, and the iron guards on his hands were covered with a marble-sized stone, which looked natural. Lehou's face changed so badly that he couldn't help but spit out two large white front teeth.
"My darts are precious, but the stones on the ground can be picked up by leaning over. If you think the stones on the ground are not as many as you, then come up!" Chen Ang's mouth showed a trace of sunshine.
The disciples of Songshan who were present all looked miserable, holding a long sword nervously and protecting them in front of their chests.
"Haha! The doctor smiled!" A thick voice said loudly, and the disciples of Songshan heard this sound, as if they had the backbone of their heart, and their eyes were sharp. Just listening to the voice of the brigade walking around behind him, Chen Ang watched suddenly dozens of Songshan disciples suddenly drilled in front of him, one by one with their hands in front of them.
They carefully guarded all Songshan disciples. Such cowhide wooden shields, even the strong bows of two stones, could not penetrate. He pulled out a handful of delicate crossbow arrows from behind and pointed at the Chen Ang.
Chen Ang didn't even look at them, only staring at an old man who came out of the forest.
Zuo Lengchan stepped forward and stood in front of Lehou: "Do n’t misunderstand, there is nothing malicious in Zuomou ’s coming, just want to ask the last time, Your Excellency interferes in the family affairs of our Wuyue Sword School Who will support? "
Chen Ang smiled slightly, but did not answer. Instead, he laughed lightly, "I heard that the Songshan School was just a middle school of the Wuyue Sword School before the left palm master, but the left palm master Su Xingyemei
, I worked hard to make the Songshan School glorious. Although I first entered the rivers and lakes, I also heard the famous name of the Songshan Sword School. "
"I heard even more that the left-hand leader brought the Songshan School to this reputation, which is an amazing figure."
Zuo Lengchan's face revealed his own self-sufficiency, clenched his fists and said: "All friends from rivers and lakes love!"
"It's a pity!" There is a smile on the corner of Chen Ang's mouth, "There are too many frogs in the bottom of the world in this world. Their praises often exaggerate the fact that they are alarmist. So ..."
Chen Ang sounded, looking at Zuo Lengchan, saying one by one:
"Is the Songshan School amazing now?"
Looking at Zuo Lengchan's suddenly somber face, Chen Ang laughed and said: "Zuo Lengchan, are you great again? Or you have forgotten a truth."
"What's the point?" Zuo Lengchan asked with a sneer.
"The truth about Hongzhi's ambitions!" Chen Ang looked at him and said aloud: "Phoenix is noble and non-inhabited. The frog has rotten rats and sees the fear of the phoenix."
"Zuo Lengchan, you are regarded as the treasure of the Wuyue faction, power and fame, in my eyes is only rotten rats. Now you are cautiously afraid, search your heart, do everything for your sake , Even the attempt to become a mean villain is just a joke. "
"Today, you come to ask me, and the phoenix asks Phoenix," Are my rotten rats ", is it not a reason?"
Chen Ang shook his head and smiled, looking at Zeng Lengchan's eyes, only regrets and sighs.
Zuo Lengchan lowered his eyebrows and stared at the empty space three feet in front of him, his tone was low and slowly said: "The chick Anzhi Zhizhi's aspirations! Mountain tourists, do you understand my ambition?"
"Hah!" Chen Ang shook his head and sighed. He looked at Zuo Lengchan's solitude, and no one understood me, and could not help but sneer.
"The ambition of Honghu? There are hundreds of men with swords in their heads. They shouted forward and back, shouted and drank from the left and the right, and passers-by saw and shy away. The heroes on the rivers and lakes saw it. The leader of the left, leading thousands of disciples in Wuyue, in charge of the eight thousand miles of green forest, and the Wudang Shaolin to dominate, it is indeed awe-inspiring, so domineering! Haha! "
Chen Ang pointed at him with a sneer, "Should I respect you, carry the handle in Causeway Bay, and Zhan Lengchan the left head?"
Although I do n’t understand what Chen Ang is saying, the sarcasm in the tone is ready to come out. The eyes of the people of Songshan School flash, and the swords in their hands are tighter.
"You have no two days, and there are Kyushu in the world. These four seas are vast and endless. I feel that this is the world, and seeing the martial arts marvelous, and the rivers and lakes fighting against each other, I think this is your world. The sparrow is trapped in the well, There is only the ability to walk on the ground. Jiaolong was born to talk, but he only has the ambition of fish and shrimp. This does not blame you. "
"But Zuo Lengchan, the world is not only the world of rivers and lakes, nor the pursuit of fame and fortune. How can you comment on my path, and how can you understand it? Only hope that you can relax your eyes after today, Do n’t be that scumbag. "
Chen Ang slowly raised his sword.
Zuo Lengchan listened to this, his eyes flashed, looked at the long sword in Chen Ang's hand, and sighed: "This is your sword? It's really good, but it's a pity!"
He sighed and showed a deep regret on his face, "This is such a good sword, such a wonderful swordsmanship, but it is a lunatic!"
"Even if you are a lunatic, you should have a great future. If you blame it, why you are guilty of your madness in front of the Songshan School!" Zuo Lengchan smiled slightly and stood opposite the Chen Ang with a long sword , Slowly said: "Since I'm already standing here, I'm afraid it's not your turn today to fly in the sky for nine days!"
"I want to see if the dead finches dare to whisper!"
The words have n’t fallen yet. The disciples of Songshan around him have fit together, and several fierce sword lights slashed to Chen Ang, tearing the grass and leaves on the road into pieces. Each of them is one of the best on the rivers and lakes. A good player, under the concerted effort, even if Wuyue is the first-class leader, he should drink hatred.
A sword light burst from Zuo Lengchan ’s waist, and the sharp energy shattered the trees around him. The sword light swayed like a lightning burst in the air, blasting out and stabting Chen Ang directly. Heart mouth.
Dozens of swords lighted up and down with evidence, forming a celestial net, blocking the space where Chen Ang dodges, several Taibaos holding their swords, slashing sharply to Chen Ang, and together with Zuo Lengchan, forming a lore.