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Coming out of the sword tomb, Xiao Lan took the golden spike to Peach Blossom Island. The golden spike was very fast, but in just a moment, he arrived in Zhoushan. It is now midsummer. A folk proverb in Jiangnan says: "On June 6th, the duck eggs are ripe." Under the sunlight, gusts of sea breeze blowing, and the salty and fishy smell is ripe.

Speaking of which, he had always lived in Donghai City, where the origin world was originally a coastal city, and naturally he often saw the sea. Now he is in another world, but he feels like a different world, and he can't help but sigh in his heart.

For most people, going to sea is by no means an easy thing, but Xiao Lan directly crossed the ocean and headed straight to Taohua Island.

It was midsummer, and the southeast wind was prevalent. The golden puff shook its wings and sped rapidly. It was unimaginable. It arrived at the boundary of Taohua Island in a short while.

From afar, before reaching the island, Xiao Lan smelled the scent of flowers mixed in the sea breeze. From a distance, the island was lush, green, red, yellow, and purple, with flowers blooming.

"Jinpeng, you're at the ground and ready to land." Xiao Lan greeted, and then, Jinpeng slowly lowered his speed, kept lowering his altitude, and finally landed on the edge of Peach Blossom Island.

After turning over from Jin Peng, Yang Xiao looked around and saw peach trees standing on the island. He knew in his heart that the peach forest contained endless changes in Qimen Dunjia. He wanted to see it, so he did not inform Huang Yaoshi on the island and then believed that he would not step into the peach blossom forest.

There are paths in the peach blossom forest, southeast, west and northeast, but I don’t know which place to go. Xiao Lan simply picked one and walked forward all the way, but the road ahead seemed endless. He jumped to the top of the tree and looked around. There was the sea to the south, the bare rocks to the west, and the flowers and trees to the east and north. The five colors are colorful and there is no end, and it only makes people dizzy. There is no white wall and black tiles between the flowers and trees, and there is no smoke or barking. The quiet situation is extremely strange.

"Hmph, isn't it just Qimen Gossip, I don't believe it anymore?" Xiao Lan was depressed, and at the same time he felt a little unbelievable. He thought that he was a great young man in the 21st century, not to mention that he had various natural common sense to distinguish directions, and also had various experiences in walking the maze of online games. Can't he break through your little Qimen Gossip, you can't make it

Unfortunately, dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel. Xiao Lan wandered around the peach forest for a long time, but had no idea at all. Seeing the sun set, he still couldn't get out of this peach forest. At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh: Huang Yaoshi is indeed a master of formations. When he was randomly fiddling with this peach forest, there was such a wonderful way to open and close the sun and turn the world upside down. It really makes people admire him.

After swaying in the peach forest for a while, Xiao Lan still couldn't find his way out. He was thinking about whether he would notify Huang Yaoshi to pick him up, but suddenly heard a sound of flutes coming from the south, accompanied by the sea breeze. The sound of the flute was extremely wonderful, as if he was smiling, as if he was silent, as if he was lowly, as if he was soft and soft, as if he was a peerless beauty. He was teasing the nerves and the bottom line of reason.

The sound of the flute suddenly came into his ears, and Xiao Lan was shocked and thought to himself that it was not good. This must be Huang Yaoshi's extremely powerful blue sea tide. He hurriedly sat cross-legged, trying to calm his mind, but the sound of the flute was extremely mysterious and penetrated his ears. He couldn't consciously have many chaotic thoughts, and only he heard Xiao Lan's blood rushing and his whole body was hot. After all, he had watched a lot of "action movies" before, so he could not resist the power of the blue sea tide.

Fortunately, after all, he had a deep skill and realized something was wrong. He immediately sat cross-legged and quickly resisted the sound of the flute. His mind was a little calmer, and his mysterious skills turned again, and he was no longer afraid. Then, he followed the sound of the flute. Sometimes the path was broken, but the sound of the flute was still ahead. He simply ignored whether the road was passing, but just followed the sound of the flute. When he had no way to go, he went up the tree. As expected, the more he walked, the more he was, the more he was, the more he was.

But at this moment, the sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and then a hip-hop laugh came from the front: "Huang Laoxie, you keep blowing like a cry of soul every day. Are you interested? Tell you, one day I will definitely catch you too, and then trap you in the cave, making a big fuss in your ears every day."

The man seemed to be a little angry and his tone was very strange. When Xiao Lan heard it, he couldn't help but think of it. Then he tapped his feet and crossed several huge rocks. In a short while, he came to a cliff. An old man had long hair, hanging straight to the ground, with long eyebrows and long beards, and his nose and mouth were covered, like a savage.

Is this Wang Chongyang's junior brother Zhou Botong? Although Xiao Lan had some guesses in his heart, he still couldn't accept it when he saw it suddenly. Oh my god, this image is even better than that of the ape man Taishan.

The old naughty boy was gasping for breath at this time. Obviously, he had consumed a lot of money to resist Huang Yaoshi's blue sea tide.

At this moment, seeing Xiao Lan jump out from behind the stone, perhaps because he had never seen anyone for many years, he suddenly stood up from the entrance of the cave, grimaced at Xiao Lan with excitement, and asked: "Little brother, who are you, you were also captured by Huang Laoxie, right now, we two can be a companion, and we won't be too bored in the future, haha."

Seeing Zhou Botong laughing and not looking serious, Xiao Lan only felt funny: "How could you know I was caught by Huang Yaoshi, maybe I came up by myself, maybe I might not have been there."

"You walked up by yourself," said the old naughty boy suspiciously: "Huang Laoxie is withdrawn by nature and does not let someone go to the island at all. How did you walk up?"

Xiao Lan smiled and said, "With Master Huang's failure to beat me, and he also asks me for something, so I will naturally be able to come to the island."

"You said Huang Laoxie could not beat you," Zhou Botong immediately spoke out: "You are young and have only practiced martial arts for a few years, and Huang Laoxie would not be able to beat you."

"As old, you may not be able to have high martial arts skills. Just like you, you are much older than me, but you have to talk about martial arts skills." Xiao Lan sighed and said, "I forgot that you can't even beat Huang Yaoshi, let alone me."

"What?" Zhou Botong shouted anxiously: "You said the old naughty boy can't beat you."

"Don't believe it, come on, let's gesture." The old naughty boy was unable to leave the entrance of the cave because he had a bet with Huang Yaoshi first. So Xiao Lan sat down at the entrance of the cave and smiled and said, "Old naughty boy, I know you had an appointment with Huang Yaoshi before, and I don't want you to breach the contract, so we sat down and gestured."

"Okay" There was almost no hesitation at all. Zhou Botong immediately sat down and said angrily: "I want to see how powerful your kid's martial arts are."

"Then you think about it." Xiao Lan chuckled. Without waiting for Zhou Botong to answer again, he raised his hand and slapped the old naughty boy in the head.

Zhou Botong's name of martial arts was not something he earned in vain. As soon as Xiao Lan took action, Zhou Botong realized it very well. He shouted "Wow" and did not dare to neglect it. He hurriedly greeted him with "Empty Bowl Rice" and met Xiao Lan's palm in a "Empty Bowl" manner, crossed the fierce palm and pounded straight towards Xiao Lan's wrist.

Xiao Lan saw it and couldn't help but smile. He had won many martial arts skills along the way, including Shaolin Quanzhen and other sects. After summarizing and practicing, he had long since become different from the past. With a thought, he immediately turned his palm over Sumeru, breaking the empty bowl of the old naughty boy, and directly engaged in real combat with him.

Both of them contained huge internal strength, but the intersecting fists and palms, but there was no sound. In a blink of an eye, Xiao Lan's right hand had been opened by the old naughty boy. Under the impact of the internal force of the drum, his body could not help but shook; the old naughty boy also covered his fists and screamed, but Xiao Lan had a deep internal strength, and he was not very happy to fight against the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique.

Xiao Lan was shocked. Although this move seemed to have not been good for anyone, he knew the most. When he intersected the old naughty boy's fist and palm, he felt that there was a continuous and powerful internal force pushing towards him. His palm seemed to hit a ball of cotton, and it was powerful and had nowhere to use it. It was a exquisite internal martial art.

He couldn't help but think: This boxing technique is weird, using softness to overcome hardness, and using virtual to attack the solid, and there is a feeling of being inadequate and overwhelming. Is it because Zhou Botong's own "Empty Ming Fist" suddenly aroused his competing thoughts and shouted: "Good Fist" swung his palm again, and the dragon elephant Prajna palm raised a huge momentum.

"So powerful," the old naughty boy screamed in surprise, but there was no fear at all. He immediately rushed forward. He knew that Xiao Lan had a deep skill and his palm power was even more powerful, so he did not fight with Xiao Lan, but only exerted the power of Kongming Fist to the limit, and wanted to overcome hardness with softness.

One of them became obsessed with martial arts, the other was curious, and the shadows of the fists and palms flew around for a while, and it was difficult to solve. It was a rare match between masters in the world to be continued. Good search for the basket colors, and you can read the following chapters as soon as possible
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