Among the more than ten people in the sky, there was a 15 or 16-year-old Taoist priest wearing a pure robe with white background and blue patterns. He had red lips and white teeth and was very handsome. He was the junior brother Qingding who had not seen for a long time in Zhou Cheng.

"My junior brother, I haven't seen you for a long time." Zhou Cheng also looked at Qingding in the air. Since he had discovered Qingding before, he was not very surprised, but he was still quite happy and excited.

Qingding is said to be the first true friend after he came to this world, pure friendship, pure brotherly feelings, and emotions that are not mixed with any interests or impurities.

It was this young junior brother's lively nature that made Zhou Cheng come out of the pain and depression at the beginning of time travel, and begin to truly integrate into the Chunyang Sect and truly integrate into this world.

Therefore, Qing Ding occupies an important position in Zhou Cheng's heart. However, since Qing Ding went down the mountain to travel, they rarely met. It was really a surprise to be able to meet here this time.

"Senior Brother! I miss you so much!" Qingding was always straightforward, but his performance was much stronger than Zhou Cheng. He immediately did not dare to make any magical instruments. He flashed and appeared in front of Zhou Cheng, pressed Zhou Cheng's shoulder and said, "Senior Brother, you said you always run around the world. I can't even find you to travel together in the world."

Zhou Cheng smiled awkwardly when he heard this, "Uh, he's... a little busy."

If you think about it carefully, Qing Ding said nothing wrong. He has been wandering across the three countries in the Central Plains and crossing the country from time to time. He also goes to places like the Western Desert and the Southern Xinjiang... It would be a bit difficult to really think of finding him.

"Okay, let's not talk about these." Qing Ding forgot what he had just complained in a blink of an eye. He took out a bag of oil paper and handed it to Zhou Chengman, saying, "Oh, senior brother, try it quickly. This is the roast lamb leg I brought in Mobei. It is protected by prohibition. It is no different from the newly roasted ones. It is still hot and delicious. You can try it."

As he said that, the boy opened the oil-paper bag and the huge roasted lamb legs appeared. Then he snapped his fingers and unblocked the ban. Suddenly, the aroma of roasted lamb mixed with the cumin flavor dispersed.

"..." Zhou Cheng's mouth twitched slightly. Is it really appropriate to discuss the issue of eating in this situation? The younger brother, the super foodie, has not changed his temperament at all. Looking at him, he became even more aggressive after going down the mountain.

Zhou Cheng deeply doubted the reason why Qingding went down the mountain to travel. Could this kid be tired of the food in Taihua Mountain and wanted to travel around the world and eat all the delicious food in the world.

With Qingding's personality, this possibility is really bad.

Qingding was keen to see, so he naturally discovered Zhou Cheng's expression. He looked at the roast lamb legs in his hand, then looked at Zhou Cheng, and said in confusion: "Senior Brother. Don't you like to eat it? Listen to me, this one is delicious, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, fragrant on the mouth, wonderful... Gudong!"

Zhou Cheng rolled his eyes. This guy introduced the deliciousness of roasted lamb legs, but he actually said he was greedy and was so greedy that he swallowed his saliva...

"Qingding!" Suddenly, a loud shout came from the sky, and a middle-aged man who looked over thirty years old was glaring at Qingding: "Qingding. The magical artifact score is at your feet, take it over!"

Artifact Score? This loud shout obviously made Qingding stunned for a moment, but he immediately came to his senses and looked at his feet. He murmured: "Oh yes, I'm here to compete with a group of people for the artifact Score, but..."

Now this artifact score seems to be at the feet of the senior brother. Qingding thought about it and finally shook his head, choosing not to pay attention to the person who made a big blowjob.

Qingding was interested in paying attention to the man. Zhou Cheng frowned slightly and asked Qingding in a deep voice: "Junior brother, what is the relationship between that man and you?"

"Relationship?" Qingding thought for a while, shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter. Well, it's just that he just cared about my three meals. I promised him to do something."

I sold myself in three meals...

"Since that's the case, I'm not polite." Zhou Cheng snorted coldly and stepped forward, Gan Jiang's sword condensed out, and waved a black sword light at will.

The killing aura surged into the sky, and the endless sharpness seemed to be about to kill everything!

"So brave!" The man was not showing weakness, and roared angrily, spread his hands, and instantly a small bell as big as a palm appeared. Then it rose in the wind, turning into a high and low, and the rich magical aura emanated from it.

This is a third-level top-grade artifact, which looks like it should be the killer move of the middle-aged man. The man's expression should be so sure to block Zhou Cheng's sword light.

However, in fact, he miscalculated the power of Zhou Cheng's sword from afar. The ink-colored sword light broke through the air and slashed directly on the giant bell, instantly cutting off the magic connection above!

Buzz!

The giant bell trembled slightly, and then a layer of black light wrapped it up. The next moment, this third-level artifact turned into all the powder and dissipated invisible!

"Ah!" The middle-aged man suddenly screamed, his face turned pale. The artifact tempered by magical consciousness was destroyed, no less than flesh and blood!

The giant bell artifact was completely destroyed, and the middle-aged man suffered heavy injuries, but the attack of the black sword light did not diminish at all, and he still slashed at the middle-aged man with an extremely fierce offensive.

"What, how is this possible?" The middle-aged man looked at the sword light coming towards him in horror, and a trace of despair flashed in his eyes. He did not expect that his magic weapon would be destroyed so easily, nor did he expect that the young Taoist who suddenly appeared was so murderous and inexplicably wanted to kill him.

"stop!"

"Don't hurt anyone!"

The two Linghui realm masters on the side seemed to be a little embarrassed, and hurriedly tried to intercept the ink-colored sword light to save the middle-aged man.

However, the sword light that Zhou Cheng slashed out was so fast that even the masters of the Linghui Realm could not stop them in a hurry. While these two people used their methods, the sword light had already flown to the middle-aged eyebrows.

The middle-aged man felt a stream of spiritual energy rushed straight from the soles of his feet, and he couldn't even get up with the idea of ​​escaping. Faced with such a sword light, he could not escape at all!

"Ah!" After a scream, a sword sound followed. The ink-colored sword light automatically dissipated into countless sword threads as it flew to the middle-aged man's forehead.

The middle-aged man was surprised to find that he was still alive, and then he found that the young Taoist was looking at him with cold eyes.
Chapter completed!