The seven hundred and eightieth chapter is riding the green bull

"What's the matter?" Xuanyuan asked curiously.

Man Tian looked at Nangong Yidao, who had already walked past, and said, "I know why Nangong Yidao asked Ye Chen to challenge him."

"Why?" Xuanwu people almost asked in unison.

Man Tian said: "Because of the Nine Heavens Thunder Talisman."

The people in Xuanyuan were stunned. They looked at Man Tian with some confusion. Man Tian went on to say, "The previous master of the Nine Heavens Thunder Talisman is the Lord Thunder of Tianbo Palace, and the most powerful sword technique of Tianbo Palace is called "Nine Heavens". "The Absolute Thunder Sword Technique", this sword technique complements the nine-day thunder talisman, and it complements each other. This is what my master said, and it is absolutely impossible to fake.

"In that case, the Nine Heavens Lei Talisman should belong to Tianbo Mansion, and now Tianbo Mansion has come to ask for it?" Xuanwu said coldly.

"What belongs to the Tianbo Palace, the Nine Heavens Thunder Talisman is a thing of the heavens and the earth. Those who are predestined will know that you have acquired it in this life, not necessarily your offspring can have it. It depends on whether this ability allows the Nine Heavens Thunder Talisman to recognize it. Lei Fu doesn't approve it and no one can control it." Xuanyuan said solemnly.

"This Nangong sword must have come to win the Nine Heavens Thunder Talisman." Zhao Tianjian said, narrowing his eyes.

"Let's tell Ye Chen the news, and let him prepare." Man Tian nodded slightly, and he could feel that this Nangong sword was very powerful.

He heard from his master that Tianbo Mansion was an extremely ancient power in ancient times, and its horror was not weaker than the five holy places. He also learned that Guanxian Pavilion is also an ancient power handed down from the ancient times. On the surface, there is nothing, but in fact, it has a profound foundation and the strong are like clouds.

The news quickly reached Ye Chen, who was studying the first volume of The Taoist Book, through Fei Tianhu, Long Qing, and Long Tong brothers. Ye Chen was also a little surprised when he heard the words, but then smiled.

"Unexpectedly, there is such a relationship. It seems that this battle is inevitable, but if he is patient, let him wait. I don't have time to pay attention to him now." Chen still has calmed down his mind. He now wants to re-understand the first three volumes of the Taoism. Naturally, he can't be distracted. He must focus all his energy on this.

Knowing that Ye Chen still refused to play, Flying Tiger didn't say much about it. Ye Chen's own reason for not playing is naturally in Ye Chen's own way.

After half a month, many people seemed to have forgotten about this incident. After half a month, Nangong Yidao seemed a little impatient, and he went directly to the Sanqing Holy Land Mountain Gate and began to declare war.

"Ye Chen, it's been a month, do you still want to be a tortoise?" Nangong said loudly while standing at the gate of Sanqing Holy Land.

"Brother Ye is in retreat. If you want to fight Senior Brother Ye, you can wait for Senior Brother Ye to leave." The disciple guarding the mountain gate said to Nangong coldly.

Nangong said coldly: "Retreat? I don't think I dare to go to war."

"Why are you talking so much bullshit? We say that Ye Chen is in retreat. If you don't believe it, if you are willing to wait, just wait here." Another disciple who guarded the mountain gate said dissatisfiedly.

Ye Chen is now admired by all the disciples in the Sanqing Holy Land. Not only is he powerful, but also has a special status. If outsiders dare to say that Ye Chen is not, they will definitely not be happy.

"That's right, if you are willing to wait, you just wait here, if you don't want to wait, then leave. In short, Ye Chen has no time to take care of you." At this time, Fei Tianhu and Yun Fan came out, very casual Said.

Nangong's eyes flashed coldly, and an anger rose in his heart, but this is Sanqing Holy Land. Even the people of Tianbo Mansion are not good to fight at the gate of Sanqing Holy Land Mountain, so he can only suppress the inner anger. , Gritted his teeth and said: "Tell Ye Chen how long I think he can stay in Sanqing Holy Land. This battle is inevitable."

"Will my master be afraid of you? If it weren't for my master and his elders who were practicing in retreat, they would have come out to clean up you." Long Tong retorted unhappily when he heard that Nangong slapped Ye Chen as a tortoise.

"That is, when my master leaves the customs, it will be the day when you are cut off." Long Qing also hummed.

Nangong gave a soft snort, did not speak, flicked his sleeves and turned around and left.

"This bastard, dare to say that my master is a tortoise with a shrunken head. When that time comes, I won't be able to step on you." Long Tong still hummed nonchalantly.

Nangong's sword suffocated the fire in the Sanqing Holy Land. As soon as he left the Sanqing Holy Land, he roared, and the silver knife behind him rushed out with a bang, and smashed directly towards a mountain in front.

Boom!

This mountain was cut in half by this knife, but the mountain body did not collapse in any way, and the cut surface was flat, and the mountain was so plain that there was an extra large rift.

"Let me go! Which guy is crazy? A good mountain has been split in half? Did this mountain provoke you?" At the moment Nangong left with a knife, he was slashed by Nangong. A curse came from the foot of the mountain.

At the foot of this mountain, next to the Great Rift Valley, there is a young man in a tattered robe riding down on a green cow. The green cow looks like an ordinary green cow, eating the grass on the ground carelessly. He seemed to turn a deaf ear to the horrible blow just now, nothing happened, and calmly ate the grass.

The young man sitting on the back of the cow looked at the sky and cursed very uncomfortably, but that was all, and he didn't say that he was going to trouble him.

He held a shepherd flute in his hand, and the shepherd flute was not very delicate, it was as rough as if he had pierced a bamboo and drilled a few holes.

After the bull riding youth screamed, he didn't continue to swear. He just patted the green bull eating the grass calmly, and said: "You know eating, others almost killed us, you too. Without a bullish temper, I really don't know how you are a bull!"

"expensive!"

The green bull raised his head and screamed, seeming to be responding to the young man. The young man was even more angry when he heard it, but he didn't bother to pay attention to this green bull, which seemed to him lacking temperament. He thought to himself, how could his master let him ride. How about such a stupid cow coming out to practice?

The young bull riding man scratched the hair that seemed to have not been combed for a long time. After scratching it, it became even more disheveled. He didn't care, so he picked up the flute and blew it on his own.

To be honest, it was too ugly, it was not a melodious song, it was all noise, and it could be crushing, but the young man looked narcissistic.

expensive!

Even Qing Niu couldn't listen anymore, and vomited after eating grass, making a protest. But the protest was invalid, and the youth was perfectly reasonable, still blowing intoxicated.

Tick to tick... Tick to tick...

This kind of noise reverberates in the mountains. Fortunately, there is no one living in this mountain, even if there is no one. Otherwise, the mountain people will pick up the **** and come out to beat the young man riding the green bull alive. dead.

Time flickered, and a few days passed. Outside Xiancheng, the piercing sound of herd flute reverberated. Some people walking outside Xiancheng heard the flute sound and looked at it with frowning.

I saw a ragged and unkempt young man riding a young man on the ugly shepherd flute, walking towards Xiancheng leisurely.

"I wiped it, is this guy deaf? The sound of such an unpleasant flute is so intoxicated?" someone outside Xiancheng frowned and cursed.

"Too bad to hear!"

"Listening to this flute is suffering, so hurry up!"

Outside of Xiancheng, there were still many people who were entering and leaving the city, and they disappeared without a trace in a short while.

There was no one outside Xiancheng, and the ancient road was quiet. The young bull riding man stopped playing the flute. When he looked back, he saw Xiancheng and smiled slightly and said, "Xiancheng, here it is."

expensive!

Qing Niu called out again. This cry had a comfortable meaning. It seemed that he finally couldn't hear the tormenting flute, so he let out a long breath.

The young bull riding man inserted the herdging flute around his waist, and then drove the green bull towards Xiancheng. After entering Xiancheng, people who had seen the youth outside Xiancheng before saw that the young man did not play the shepherd flute again, and he was relieved. .

Although the young people riding the bulls are ragged and unkempt, they look like refugees from the mountains, but such a unique dress, such a peculiar bull riding posture, and the sound of a flute like no one before and after no one. Extraordinary.

Today's masters are nothing more than two, one is gorgeous and awesome, the other is low-key pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Obviously, the geniuses who appeared before can be regarded as gorgeous and awesome, and the whole young man riding a bull in front of him may be the kind of master who pretends to be a pig and eat a tiger.

Now the constant appearance of huge figures has also greatly increased the eyesight of the people in Xiancheng. As long as you see those fresh faces, and they are young people with unique behaviors, they definitely have a lot of background. This is a routine.

Therefore, even if the young man riding the ox-riding flute is unpleasant, they will not yell in front of them. They just stay away and don't listen, but they must not provoke them, in case the other party is unhappy. , With a casual wave, it may be wiped out.

The bull riding youth is like a hillbilly. After entering Xiancheng, he looked around and looked around. He was full of novelty to everything in front of him, and seemed to be the first time he entered the city.

"Xiancheng is different, it's much better than our Qingniu Town." Qingniu's youthful eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

expensive!

Qing Niu raised his head and screamed, as if responding to the youth.

Other characters appearing are powerful monsters with awe-inspiring anger, and it is the first time many people have seen riding a blue bull.

The green cow should be the green cow, right? How ordinary is this young man? Where is the aura of Taoism mounts?

"Where did this guy come from? Is this a child of an ancient clan or a big power? What do you think of the son of a wild man?" Someone whispered in the street.