Chapter 111: The Arm

Author: Dragon Slaughter

Chapter 111: The Arm

The next moment, the stove in the pavilion changed from a red wooden heart to Deng Fuqing.

The wood carving old man's skin began to turn slightly red, just like a patient with a sallow complexion finally had a bloody color on his face.

A fire suddenly rose from the originally empty sleeves, and burnt black smoke emerged from it, and was immediately blown away by the wind passing through the pavilion.

In the black smoke of fire, countless slender branches grew rapidly from Deng Fuqing's shoulders, entangled and knotted, and turned into two thin arms in a moment.

The old man with yellow and red body was already full of limbs, his arms, palms, and ten fingers were all formed, which looked more like a person than when he came on a sword.

He slowly raised his palms in front of him, his eyes rolled left and right and kept looking at him, and at the same time he moved his fingers very awkwardly, showing a happy smile on his face.

"Happy!"

Deng Fuqing laughed loudly, suddenly stretched his right arm horizontally, and grabbed the hilt of the wooden sword beside him.

A bright yellow flame ignited from the hilt of the sword and spread rapidly upwards.

In the blazing fire, the flying sword named "Bi Tao" was obviously made of wood, but it was not damaged at all, but there was also burnt and smelly black smoke coming out.

The simple and unsightly wooden sword body suddenly trembled, and a clear sword sounded, and the tip of the sword pointed diagonally towards the sky outside the pavilion, and was about to soar into the sky.

Deng Fuqing was caught off guard and was taken away from his seat with a thin body. His upper body was tilted backwards, leaving only his left foot on the floor, and the stool under his butt was even knocked away.

“Duh!”

The old man in wood carving scolded, clenched the hilt with his five fingers with his right hand, and pulled it downwards. His body stopped rushing upwards, crookedly in a strange posture of a golden rooster, standing in a position with the flying sword Bitao.

He smiled, glanced down from the corner of his eyes, and his empty left hand suddenly poked forward, grabbing the wine glass on the table in front of him.

His fingers were all new, but they were not flexible. They could not tell when holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, but when he grabbed the wine glass with his left hand, he revealed his true form.

A few fingers were folded tilted and raised the wine glass tremblingly. Then, after another half a day, he stretched his neck and twisted his shoulders, and finally he straightened the wine glass with the mouth facing the sky.

The wine glass was empty, and the old wood carving was full of energy and showed his madness, and he laughed a long time: "Wine comes!"

Jiao Yulang immediately heard the sound and poured a full cup for Deng Fuqing.

After looking at the wine glass that was too full, Deng Fuqing, who was still tilting his body, glanced at Xiaowazi, bent his left arm hard, and put the wine glass to his lips tremblingly. During the process, his wrist suddenly shook uncontrollably, and half of the wine in the glass was immediately sprinkled out.

Deng Fuqing's face changed and he quickly opened his mouth and sucked it. Whether it was sprinkled out what had not yet fallen to the ground or what was left in the cup, the glass of Emperor Ointment finally entered his mouth.

"happy!"

After a glass of wine, the old wood carving laughed and threw the wine glass at the little kid, with a great breath.

His right arm shook, and the bright yellow flame on the Bitao Sword suddenly faded, turning into a light yellow sword light, a faint fragrance mixed with the fragrance of flowers and wood spread out.

Deng Fuqing let go of his five fingers with his right hand, and the peach in his hand immediately rang out of his hand, flew around Jiangxinting for several circles, and then flew back to his master, standing in the air as before.

Deng Fuqing straightened his crooked body, raised his right foot and fell back to the floor, and stood straight in place. Then he turned his head and glared at Jiao Yulang: "You little kid look smart, but you don't want to be a solid person!"

Jiao Yulang smiled embarrassedly. Who would have thought that a master who is a master who is successful in the third realm could not even hold a wine glass. Who can I ask for reason?

Deng Fuqing ignored him, turned to look at Qi Jingzhi, and said leisurely: "Now Cao Jiangzhi is mainly in seclusion and recuperating his wounds, reshaping the foundation. Let's not lick his face and eat and drink here. Do you have to wait for the host to see him off? I'll wait for you on the shore!"

Before he finished speaking, the old wood carving old man had already stood up and left without even saying goodbye.

Seeing this, Qi Jingzhi and Jiao Yulang looked at each other, and then looked at Zhuyi Hou Zhuzhe who was sitting next to him.

In just this moment, the original red and fiery hair of the Lord Cao Jiang was already much darker, and even a faint feeling of greenness appeared.

Before the other party could speak, Qi Jingzhi bowed and bowed first: "Thank you for your advice on how to overcome the tribulation!"

Zhu Yihou couldn't sit upright and smiled slightly at the young man. When he spoke, he was full of energy and could not see any weakness: "A few words, it's really nothing!"

He raised his hand and pointed to his chest, with a stronger smile on his face: "As the saying goes, you lose it and get it. The strange situation of Zhu tonight is unprecedented in more than a hundred years! Such a great opportunity, how can you know it is not the blessing brought by the two friends?"

"It's a pity that as Brother Deng said, Zhu is really inconvenient to entertain guests at the moment, so he has to leave with the two friends first. I will meet again in the world in the future and continue the night banquet in Cao Jiang!"

After saying that, the sleeves of the marquis robe spread out, and the dragon claws in the cabin below immediately poked out, extending towards the shore, like a green arch bridge.

The entire pleasure boat also turned and headed towards the shore.

"Since that's the case, the younger generations will say goodbye!"

After saying that, Qi Jingzhi did not hesitate anymore and took Jiao Yulang to the Dragon Claw Arch Bridge.

The two of them walked quickly to the back of the claws. Seeing that the shore was not far away, they immediately jumped and jumped onto the shore.

"The water palace is barren, and the rivers and lakes are far away. I will give you a bag of emperor ointment to strengthen the two friends' love!"

Zhu Yihou's voice came from afar, and two wine bags flew out of the pleasure boat and fell straight towards Qi Jingzhi and Jiao Yulang.

The two turned around and raised their hands to catch the wine bags. However, they saw that most of the green dragon claws had been retracted back to the cabin. A huge vortex appeared in the middle of the river. The pleasure boat slowly sank and disappeared on the surface of the river soon.

Seeing this, Qi Jingzhi finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had to be worried about hearing too many secret matters from this divine lord tonight.

"Hehe, in the future, he will reconcile the yin and yang and fade the fire veins. His appearance will inevitably change drastically. He will also have to fight for the position of the Four Descendants of the Feilong clan. Many things will no longer be hidden, and there is no need to silence them!"

Deng Fuqing stepped on the flying sword Bitao and stood in the air beside Qi Jingzhi: "Talk about it, who are you from the Master of Xuandu Temple? Xianyu Mountain Feng actually absorbed a Qi family surnamed Jiang as his disciple. If I hadn't seen the sword that was slashed with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it!"

Qi Jingzhi turned to face Deng Fuqing and said bluntly: "What I have practiced is indeed a fragment called "Immortal Feather Sutra". It was obtained by chance and achieved a heart-broken heart. I really don't know where Xianyu Mountain is, and I have no chance to see the Xuandu Guanzhu mentioned by my predecessor."

Hearing this, the old man in wood carving sneered: "If it were someone else, I'm afraid you would really hide it from it! Xianyu Mountain is not an ordinary sect. Without the permission of the Master Xuandu Temple, no one in this world can achieve his heart with the "Immortal Feather Sutra"!"

I have drunk too much today, I will post a 2K chapter first and then replenish it after the package.
Chapter completed!