The power of this palm was more than shocked, and even he didn't believe it.
No?What to pretend!As for it?The redhead snorted, exhaling his nose, and contempt nakedly.If it weren't for the large number of people, and worried that the Ghost King would lose his prestige, he would have wanted to cheer him up.
What do Cuju and Polo hate the most?It's just a fake word!You think it's not the case when you fight?
In an instant, the image of the crazy man in the girl's heart fell to the bottom, which was higher than that of Mr. Ghost. Princess Fuxiang of Guzhu Kingdom issued an order famous for playing fake football in southern Xinjiang. Anyone who plays fake football in Jushe will be fine regardless of the severity of the circumstances. If you catch it, you will be discounted. No matter which one is from the east of your family, you will be ruthless. Therefore, Jushe, the Guzhu Kingdom, is known for its strong strength among the Nanling finite countries. The reason is that it is just a good atmosphere.
Now, even the Qixuan Club has been counterfeited.
The nameless fire in the heart of mèi'er, regardless of the decline of the yang qi, was about to praise her again, when suddenly the lotus gauze in front of the small golden crow tent suddenly moved, and a silver light shone out, hitting the evil Buddha's forehead again!It swept back until the lotus yarn fell again, and then I heard a crackling sound of flesh-sticking, leaving a very small palm print on the top of the evil Buddha's miserable tattooed hair.
The ground shook, and the burly male body as burly as an iron tower sat down cross-legged, hunched back and palmed, fingertips pressed against his forehead, and his lips under his hard moustache were muttering. Although he still had thick eyebrows and bloody eyes and ears, his expression was not a trace of hideousness; the same ugly face with a wide nose and a tiger and wolf, was completely different from the front and back.
Even if he is as thick as a dragon pillar, he knows that the evil Buddha's mind has recovered, at least it is not a sudden injury and uncontrollable state of being unable to suppress himself. He cannot praise the old monster's ability, suddenly felt weak all over, his hands, feet, limbs, and limbs were soft and unable to exert strength. He was dizzy and knelt on one knee.
She didn't know that just now she was the peak of Yang Dan. When she heard the silkworm sniff, she suddenly felt like she was beating a drum in front of the formation. The moment the first drum fell, the army was the most morale and could often exert more than a multiple of the power. Therefore, with a frontal blow, even the evil Buddha could not hold it.
Although the human resources are limited, she used Yang Dan first. At this moment, her limbs and bones are empty, not just empty?He is so burdened that he can't squeeze out a little bit; he can still hold on. He can only say that his roots are very good, and he will not be in vain for the vision of the first generation of the Ghost King.
The dyed red clouds on the side were not much better. They had a round of confrontation with the evil Buddha, all with will. At this time, the threat was almost weak, and they knelt down with a broken sword. The tips of the hair and neck were fragrant and sweaty. The crystal sweat beads of beans smashed to the firm breasts that could not be undulating. The white milk jelly that had overflowed from the golden armor was shiny, and the peaks and valleys were even unkempt, and the curves were like water.
Even if Mr. Gui was full of tricks, he could not have expected that the fierce and fierce man who had almost made the whole audience lose his hand. What was even more terrifying was that Mr. Gui was so vicious that he could not even guess how she used to snatch out of the gauze tent and how she turned it back. If it weren't for the small palm prints on the head of the evil Buddha and the crisp sound of the flesh hit, Mr. Gui would not even guess what technique she used, let alone witness it.
In his life experiences so far, no martial arts skills are higher than this woman with a very small body.There is nothing close to her cultivation.Whether it is Gu Muquan or his mother... these people who were originally outstanding in his mind would not have any chance before this mysterious woman who called herself the silkworm girl.
(What a terrible mulberry wood yin!)
His mother strongly opposed his Qixuan plan, and at this moment he finally understood what it was for.
No matter whether it is scheming or martial arts, he cannot overcome this huge barrier. Why bother to marry someone?
It seems...it must be used.Mr. Gui pinched the things in his sleeves and considered when it would be the best time to make this life-saving talisman. The two old boys carrying the sedan chair had put the small golden tent on the ground, rolled up the lotus gauze, revealing the pink brocade covered with it.
However, in the golden tent slightly larger than a Grand Master's chair, there was a fluffy and soft embroidered pillow, which was as seen in the boudoir of an ordinary lady. However, when it was paired with the petite girl who had most of her body snuggled up on it, everyone could not help but feel that the pillow was like a bed frame and was a special size.
(How could there be such a tiny person in the world!)
When mèi'er was at the Ritual Ridge, he encountered Silkworm's mother with Ranhongxia. At that time, Silkworm's mother was riding on the authentic brand that was as big as an embroidered pavilion and even the snow-green that could be hidden in the sun. Silkworm's mother always talked to her through the lotus sausage. It was not until this time that she finally saw the true face of the old monster ^ How could she still look like a human?There is no such a small person!The silkworm girl is not a girl, but a pretty young woman who is narrowing down by a distance, less than half of an ordinary adult woman. She has a small and gorgeous face, small palms, and small firm and plump breasts... This is simply...
……so cute.She murmured, even forgot to lower her voice.Ran Hongxia was stunned when she heard this, and turned her head and said in surprise: What?
mèi took a deep breath, as if he would be unable to control himself if he didn't do this.
She is so... so cute.The Ghost King reached out his hand to gesture in obscenely, as if he was sleepwalking.Hands and feet, and face... Everything is small. Look, small... small... After murmured for a long time, I sighed: ... OK!
Where is it better!Ran Hongxia's face was gloomy and exchanged a wink with Xue Yanqing, thinking that the evil party had a negative impact on the girl's family after all, such as maliciously misinterpreting the meaning of the word "cute", or directly destroying Yin Suming's perception of beauty.The first green steel sword given to her by her seven-year-old master is so cute!There is also the ivory doll that can make sharp whistles at the 36th style of the Water Moon, and every day when the Shenshi arrives, and asks her to get up to practice on time. It is even more cute. In the tent, the girl snuggles up against the pillow with a gorgeous face that cannot be seen. It is no exaggeration to say that she has almond eyes and peach cheeks. The inner and outer layers of her body are covered with gauze and brocade, which are all extremely gorgeous palace clothes like those worn by Xue Yanqing.
However, her jade skin was extremely bright, without a trace of blood. Her exposed small shoulders and neck were in harmony with the snow silk, making her look like a pair of naked feet; under her skirt, she was as thin as a petal of plump lily, her toes were round and her palms were round, and she was faintly red, but she was the only place on her body with a bit of humanity, and she was indescribable jade snow.
Mr. Gui thought she had a very thick and long white fox shawl. The fox was called a fox. All the disciples compared themselves to foxes. They hated others the fox fur the fur the most. They couldn't help but grit their teeth and smiled fiercely. When they looked closely, they saw that there was no fox fur?Only then did I realize that what she had was silver hair that could tread.
The silkworm lazily combed her hair with her fingers, lowered her thick eyelashes, and said with a faint smile: Yinkeng, the silkworm thought about it, if you die like this, I will not be able to explain to your father. After all, it is Yinye who didn't teach you well.In this way, you have abandoned your martial arts and thought it was easy to show your determination to correct your mistakes and be kind. I will take you back to Xiaoming Island, where your father was in his youth. You can follow me to study and be a good person. When you have a great enlightenment, the silkworm will teach you a great martial arts again. How about it?
These words sound gentle but crazy.There are only a few ways to eliminate martial arts: break the tendons of your hands and feet, break the pipa bones, or destroy the meridians... If you are disabled, don’t talk about practicing martial arts, you will be able to recover as usual and move freely, and it is impossible.According to her words, the martial arts she practiced re-edited is not only not careless, but also is more powerful than Mr. Gui now, so that she can be regarded as a reward for changing her mind.
If it were others, it would be unconvincing, but the skill that Cannibal just revealed was far beyond the reach of manpower. I am afraid that only the legendary peak master was comparable; if she said that she was not good at practicing hard, she would be better than now. Considering the status of a senior master of Cannibal, she could not, and there was no need to deceive the younger generation, and the possibility of being a lie is very slim.
However, whether you commit suicide or lose your merits, it cannot be the option of Mr. Gui.He calmed down and did not lose his composure. He said happily: It was recorded in the ancient books of Qixuan that the envoys of Xiaoming Island were not allowed to interfere in martial arts affairs. No matter under any circumstances, they must fulfill their responsibilities of observation and recording. This is also the reason why the younger generation did not invite their seniors to attend the meeting.First, it is because Xiaoming Island is mysterious and erratic, and I don’t know where to vote for the invitation; second, it is because of these misunderstandings that the seniors have heavy responsibilities and dare not disturb them.
I specially ranked Sangmuyin in the last ranking and expressed my opinion. I originally wanted to agree with the public in the name of Sangmuyin after the dust of the six families was settled.Since the seniors are here to enjoy the glory, it is best not to be a substitute for the younger generation. Xiaomingdao does not hold a demon sword. I wonder if the seniors agree or object to the Qixuan Alliance?Which one should I persuade when I appear this time?
The other side was a little impressed: Look at how he said it was okay, I almost thought it was just a step-by-step, and that was supposed to be.This person is so thick-skinned that he is even more powerful than my evil-controlling armor.Instinctively touched his heart.
She was able to withstand the confrontation with the evil Buddha twice, and in addition to the benefits of the Yang Dan, thanks to the soft armor of the Nanli Wu Ancestor, who passed down from the Nanli Wu Ancestor, she would have been blown away by the gap in her cultivation, and her meridians were broken and she died.
Mr. Ghost’s comments are not unfounded.
The ancient books are indeed not a random school, but any records involving mulberry and wood yin are either secretive or vague. There may be many different explanations for the statement that there is no involvement in martial arts affairs. Mr. Gui boldly bet on various circumstantial evidence.
Thinking about it carefully, when the seven mysteries outside the Cold Lu Valley gathered, the mulberry wood yin that appeared in the forbidden path might have been the genuine silkworm girl who had moved flowers and brought them to the wood, rather than the fake one arranged by Feng Shouyun.With the martial arts of Cannibal, since he stood with Xue Yanqing and Ranhongxia, why should he hold the Qixuan Conference?Nei Mingtu, the Blood Demon Lord, the Evil Buddha, or even himself, can't be the opponent of the Silkworm Niang; judging from her easy way to deal with the crazy Evil Buddha, the four of them are afraid that they will not be able to get a good deal.
From this point of view, the battle between Ran and Xue and others in the battle against the evil Buddha seemed meaningless.
Unless...the silkworm has a reason to not take action.She praised the evil Buddha's palm, but she did not suppress him, but helped him to restrain his mind. Strictly speaking, it was to save lives. It was not considered fighting with the evil Buddha, nor did she help Ran Hongxia's fist.This is not involved in martial arts affairs. The harshness of the oath of the sacred world even prevents the Cannibal from killing him or destroying his martial arts. He can only teach him how to do it himself.
This oath is Mr. Ghost's most powerful ally.Just be careful, don’t give the excuse of Cannabi Niang. Even if she is skilled in martial arts, she cannot deal with him directly.What he should defend against was the mysterious petite girl who became Yizhe, using chess pieces on the field like snow and green, dyed red clouds, etc. to destroy the conference...
The tiny silver-haired girl curled up on the embroidered pillow, her undulating figure was visible at a glance. She squinted her eyes slightly and looked at the young man in black for a moment. Then she sighed softly and murmured: You are so clever, you are enough to do evil. It turns out that you can't be left behind.Your father has a spirit in heaven, so you should know that the silkworm mother is helpless.The soft and light support was supported, and the curved upper body was supported. The beautiful woman who was clearly pleasing to the eye, but Mr. Gui, who was three feet away from the front of the tent, couldn't help but shocked. The extremely cold invisible aura locked his whole body. The Fox Yimen, who was good at light skills, could not take the initiative to move, so he could only open his eyes wide and stare at the impermanence who was about to come to seek his life. Those who could do it would never choose to speak.
(Gambling...have you lost the bet!)
Mr. Gui sweated like slurry, his body was completely uncontrollable, as if he was frozen in solid ice, and even his nose could not be absorbed in air. The fear of death was like peeling and slicing up along his back little by little, stripping away his little reason.
Even his mother, who is knowledgeable and extremely intelligent, could not allow him to experience the power of Condensing the Body and Locking the Wild.This state of straightness as magic is far beyond Mr. Gui's understanding of martial arts. All the martial arts theories and qi channels he knows cannot create such pressure out of thin air.unless……
Unless it is a new martial arts theory that does not rely on internal strength and is much different from what is practiced in this world.
He spent more time studying the broken score of "Sword of Immortality" than the leader of Qixuan present. Even though he tried to precipitate martial arts from the records of sword corpses and slaughtering, or inherited the remains of Wei Wang Cun Wei Laodao from his deceased father, and authorized him to exchange for the replenishment of his mother, their desire for power - or martial arts that are sufficient to generate power - are not as good as his.
Mr. Gui asked himself that no one could surpass himself in the research efforts he had spent on the map of the integration of the two families; before "Xuanxiao Eight Formations" attracted and diverted his attention, Mr. Gui could say that he was not thinking about food and betting all his heart on the broken score., The amazing power of the Nirvana Sword does not rely on internal force, but transfers the point that produces force through the new application of muscles, bones and muscles, thereby giving birth to the power that the body originally had.This alone cannot crack the unique magical skill of the peak-level master's condensation and vein locking skills, but according to the residual score, Mr. Gui used the laryngeal muscles in a completely different way than usual. Suddenly, he felt that the pressure between his neck was slightly reduced and he spoke with difficulty: And... let's wait... I... have something to say...
The ice that sealed the whole body disappeared in an instant.Mr. Gui fell down with exhaustion, sweating heavily. He didn't expect that he would be restrained in just a short moment and consumed so much energy. The degree of embarrassment was no less than that of Ranhongxia and Yinsuming.The silkworm girl squinted at him interestingly, and said, "It's pretty good!"Did Yinye teach you this hand, or did you understand it yourself?
Mr. Gui wasted time without intention to reminisce about her. A Sangmu Yin envoy who dared to ignore the limit was the most dangerous monster in the world at this time. If he didn't want to, he didn't even know how to die.He stroked his throat and tried his best to adjust his breath. Of course, it was not for the sake of fighting, but to avoid being mute and losing his voice halfway through his words and cutting off his own way.
This...this thing...with...with...exist...foreign...sen...
He took something out of his sleeve and spread it flat on his palm.
Others couldn't see clearly, and with a whirlwind of the colorful things, they flew into the golden crow tent towards the sun, as if someone used a fishing hook and fishing line to cross a three-meter-long distance and fell into the hands of the silkworm girl. Mr. Gui personally tasted the taste of qi and meridian locking. Compared with the living limbs, the powerful qi needs to be pressed on the air and squeezed a small tip back. It should be simpler.
It was just that the gold weaving bag the size of a wax ball in his hand was held in the hands of the silkworm girl, and it looked like a small carrying bag, which was a must for him to carry when shopping.
The silver-haired girl actually competed with her waist, showing a disgusting expression of being so ugly, and said twice: You are so calm, don’t you know what’s popular in Beijing?This kind of embroidered gold brocade bag is just used to store official seals. How can I decorate it on a woman?If you take it out earlier, I won’t hesitate. I don’t know how beautiful and ugly you are. Just kill it.
Mr. Gui knew that she deliberately mocked her and did not retaliate. He was determined to look at the girl's treasure bag, as if she could settle the world as soon as she had stored it.
The silkworm weighed the weight, untied the tether with his own hands, looked inside, his pretty face suddenly condensed, but it was only a moment, and he immediately replied indifferently, smiling and said: Where did you get this thing?It doesn't look like he wants to kill someone.
Mr. Gui felt a little relieved and thought to himself: After all, the ancient wood kite cannot save my life.Yijue Ping An Fu, that Xiang is an unreliable bastard, he has insufficient success and has more than enough failure. After this matter, he will definitely sell the Blood Demon Lord and others to Gu Muquan to get rid of these incompetent evil spirits.
That night, Gu Muyuan handed the treasure bag to him and asked him to deal with the most difficult enemy at the Qixuan Conference.Of course, he would not be so stupid that he was still intact. When the disaster came, he took the risk with this so-called thing. As soon as he left his front foot, he took apart and took a look. He saw that there was a piece of broken tiles covered with stains in his bag. On the remaining round tiles, there were extraordinary curly cloud patterns or auspicious words, but a bird's head.
In the mansions of the nobles and nobles of the Nanling Countries, most of them used bird totems from the tribe to make tiles, but what you see on this small piece of fragment is neither an eagle nor a phoenix, nor auspicious birds like peacocks and cranes, with sharp eyes and sharp beaks, and look like crows.Crows have been ominous since ancient times. Among the hundreds of tribes in the southern border, there is no clan emblem; apart from this, there is nothing else in the bag, and there is no word for the ancient wooden kite, which can be said to be a snatch.
Mr. Gui never doubted Gu Muquan's wisdom. He was only annoyed at the moment and always held a look of competing people, as if everyone was eating soil in the world. He was stupid and could not afford to see people in his bones. Even if he had to use the secret of saving lives, he had to use the secrets of secrets.
Until he saw the Sun Golden Crow tent shaking down from the entrance of the sacrifice hall, he finally understood who the Gu Muquan was guarding against.
Calm down, Yinkeng.He said to himself.
The moment when the silkworm saw the tiles as fragments, his expression was subtle. Compared to the usual calmness and jokingness since he appeared, the girl was always calm and joking, and her heart was shaking, and her heart was not a lie.What does this tiles mean?Think about Ah, Yinkeng, think about the building quickly.stronghold.Broken tiles are destroyed buildings and damaged strongholds.
The dark brown stains like rust on the tiles were undoubtedly blood.
The meaning of this broken tiles to the mulberry wood yin and to the silkworm girl is probably a grudge.
Thirty years ago, Mr. Gui knew nothing about the fact that Xiaoming Island's stronghold in the East China Sea was blood-slaughtered and the silkworm was also injured by his enemies. I am afraid that even his mother Yinye did not know about it.However, with his outstanding memory and observation, the young man in black trained himself to a certain supernatural ability that could see his true appearance from small things; he was able to climb so quickly in the Yangtu Cult, and was widely respected by the powerful and nobles in Pingwangdu, and even became the queen's spiritual sustenance, and relied on this technique.
Xiangmu Wujin is the zodiac sign of the master of mulberry wood and Yin. Taking this as the tiles, it must be the core of the building complex.In other words, the blood stained by the tiles must not come from irrelevant people.
what else?Kill people, destroy traces... If you want to destroy a building or even a building, no fool will be so stupid that he can smash it with a copper hammer; the only feasible way is to set fire.But there was no sign of burning on the tiles, which represented that they were taken before the murderer set fire─────────────────────────────────�
Mr. Ghost suddenly felt relieved.The tiles are stained with blood, which is obviously taken after the murder; the lack of anxiety means being picked before the arson.Those who could take out this broken tiles must be there at the scene at that time. If it were not for the witnesses, they would be the murderer who was arson!
He was confident and looked at the sharp eyes of the silkworm girl and smiled proudly.When asked, Silkworm Girl, what are the conditions I have.The girl pursed her lips with her sleeves, but there was no smile in her eyes, and said indifferently: I am the one who gives you this thing, who is planning to kill someone with a knife!Your life is almost gone, what conditions should you discuss with the silkworm girl?
Mr. Gui said calmly: If senior kills me, the tiles will become waste. The clues that have been unavailable for many years have been broken in this place. I don’t know if it’s not enough, either, it must be judged by the seniors.
Silly kid!What a stupid thing to say?The silkworm narrowed his eyes slightly and pursed his lips: It is much more reliable and easier to pry out words from people's mouths than to negotiate conditions.There is a ghost king here now. There is nothing to ask about the evil way to torture people. There is plenty of time left and right, so it will be better for her to play with you.There was a smile in the distance, and the knuckles were slight, and I just raised my hand and shouted, "Choose me."
Mr. Gui had no choice but to spread his hands.
I agree with every word that my senior said.The torture of evil paths is so powerful. Not to mention a few, I am afraid that even the same thing can’t be withstand it. There is no need for the Ghost King to take action. Just listening to me, my legs are weak. I will definitely not dare to deceive anything.No matter how he looked, he didn't look like his legs were weak, and he smiled and said: But if he didn't know anything, he wouldn't be able to pry it out if he had the means of heaven. If he beat him hard, I could only talk nonsense, right?If you don’t care, it’s a way, it’s destined to be invalid, so try it.
Mr. Gui must have stared at the petite silver-haired beauty without giving in a single step.
I gave this gift to me, and I only gave it a gift, and I didn't even say a word.I am afraid that the pain will be severe, but no matter what I say, it has nothing to do with the truth. I don’t know what this tiles mean, nor do I know what the people I give to me have to do with it. If the senior wants to know, he has to agree not to interfere in the matter here. When the junior leaves here without any harm, if the senior wants to know, the person will explain to the senior that he would like to ask——I think he would use a gift bag to entrust it, and it was the same.
You think beautifully!mèi'er screamed in anger and said with a smile: When you have tasted my methods, you will have nothing to know and you will say!Teach you how powerful I am───
...Wait!
The person who spoke was Silkworm.She closed her palms and weighed the weight of the brocade bag like a rice bag. She pondered for a moment and said: Who is the one who handed you brocade bag?
Ancient wooden kite.Knowing that this matter is difficult to avoid, Mr. Gui simply explained it readily.By the way, I don't know his true identity.As for Guzhe, I organized a mysterious group of people. The people on the top always had to hide it. Everything was weird, which was quite normal.
That kind of smug tone, Mèi'er wanted to strangle him to death just by hearing it.Unexpectedly, the old monster really thought about it. No matter how cute she was, she couldn't see it now and frowned and said: "Aren't you? Is it necessary to think about it?"Let me give him a phoenix sweep wings first, then pick a few places to peel it, I see... let's start with the face. This guy looks like a beauty-loving pillow, oh!I guarantee that he would say whatever he had said, and all the eighteen generations of ancestors provided it all out───
The silkworm waved his hand, and the lotus gauze was put down again. Two old boys with chicken skin and crane hair in front and behind raised up and turned around toward the lookout table.……senior!Xue Yanqing and Ran Hongxia both turned around, unable to hide their shock.I heard the silver bell-like smile from the golden crow tent: The silkworm has helped me here, and the rest are the two girls.Don't die!
Both of them have backbone. When they think about their own family's enemies, how can they count on others?The silkworm brought Xue Yanqing back to the Cold Lu Valley, and then took action to subdue the crazy evil Buddha, leaving only the culprit Mr. Gui. Next, it was indeed the time when the three of them cleared the old tent, and they didn't even talk. They turned around and focused on the young man in black in front of them. The fighting spirit between their eyebrows was awe-inspiring and did not give in at all.
mèi'er was cursing and scolding her, and she was dissatisfied with her many dissatisfactions. She was not doing anything to settle accounts with the old monster or the ghost.The ranhongxia supported him to the side of the field, trying to adjust the true energy. Although only Xue Yanqing was left on the field, Mr. Gui had just confronted Jianniang and spent a lot of effort. Jianniang didn't know what method he used, and he made him sweat profusely and his lips and face white. Since Mr. Gui appeared, he has never been so embarrassed. The result was self-evident when he faced Xue Yanqing, a new force descending from the sky.
The Golden Crow Tent climbed up the stairs and landed near the group of three people in the Youzi Gate. A small silver bottle flew out of the lotus gauze. The white forehead was determined by the wind. Before he could turn around and look up, he had already handed over.Give it to that boy Xue Baixuan.The silkworm smiled and seemed to be able to see the little man covering his sleeves and throwing his apricot eyes.How old is he? He still has this kind of drama of sacrificing himself to save the thief. Do you think he is sixteen years old?Although the voice is light, it is indistinguishable from the distance and everyone hears it.
Under the watchtower, Shu Yujie stood tall and tall, holding swords and swords in both hands, but she saw her waist as thin willows, her snowy buttocks were plump, and her legs were long and her shoulders were cut. It seemed that she was not moved by the footnotes of the word "玉如晓", and her back was still gorgeous and charming. The posture of holding a soldier added a sense of awesome power and indescribable charm.
Fu Chijin didn't know Silkworm's mother. Although Geng Zhao and she were talking about everything, due to the secret nature of Mu Mu Yin, they were not good at betraying Silkworm's mother's mother's secrets. Until today, Baby Jin'er realized that there was such a mysterious master.But she always helps Ran, Xue and Mèi'er. Fu Chijin loves the house and the black ones without doubt. She nodded slightly to the slightest part of the sacred sac and expressed her gratitude.
However, Baibeisha was so careful that he pulled out the bottle plug and sniffed the medicine. He then poured his hands and feet into his palms. He tried the pieces of medicine powder with the tip of his tongue, and waited for a while and there was nothing unusual. He fed it to Xue Baiya.Cannibal smiled and scolded: You kid, could Can Silkworm poison him to death?Bring it!Don't eat it and get it over.But it was not an angry tone.The white-necked evil test was used to find the medicine, and he knew it was a rare treasure. Even though he had traveled around the world, he rarely saw such a elixir. He could hear the silkworm mother asking for it, Oh!With a shake of his wrist, the entire bottle poured into the old man's mouth, almost choking the old god to death.
...The hand slipped.The big man in white hair lowered his voice and said sternly: I seem to be a little insufficient, do you still have it there... Alas!But it was Baby Jin'er who couldn't see it, so she quietly twisted his thighs. The hairy man scratched his head with his fingertips, almost scratching his face with his claws, and shut up his mouth.
Less embarrassing, what kind of virtue is yours!Fu Chijin glared at him fiercely, but fortunately Mr. Gui had no time to see the broken ingot.Suddenly, I heard the silkworm laugh and said: I will let that boy go, and you will be the least angry among the girls in the palace.He is the culprit who has taken your little master hostage and made her suffer more.
Fu Chijin found that she had been peeping in the dark for a long time, and she said calmly: If Senior can take action, she would have done it long ago.I think I must have the difficulties of not being able to deal with that guy. I said I would kill him or use his martial arts to sack him, but it was just a threat, but unfortunately I taught him to see through his hands and feet.
The silkworm was happy to hear it and nodded repeatedly.What a smart girl!There are rare two pillows with good pillows... Fu Chijin was confused and suddenly felt a chill. She instinctively pounded her breasts with both hands. Suzu's milk jelly appeared on her, but she didn't know why.
In the middle of the square, Xue Yanqing held the black gun as the core of the Spear of Void and pointed at Mr. Gui and said loudly: Where did you hide my golden armor?Hand over quickly!Mr. Gui raised his gaze with a graceful look, his eyes were whiter than black, and he shrank and said: If I hand over, can the sect leader spare my life?
Xue Yanqing had never thought about the answer, and was stunned by the question and hesitated immediately.But when Mr. Gui laughed, he said: Master of the sect, the winner is the king. It requires practice. If you do not have enough preparation, the winner may not become the king. His posture is sometimes much ugly than the defeated enemy.
When he said this, the pale on his lips had not completely faded, and sweat beads were hanging on his hair and his forehead were almost unconvincing. But for some reason, everyone couldn't help but worry for Xue Yanqing, who was holding a gun in front of him, as if it was said, it was not surprising that he suddenly had a killer move to turn defeat into victory.
The only one who was unmoved was probably Xue Yanqing himself.She searched her eyebrows slightly, as if she was chewing on the meaning of these words, and did not regard it as a kind of comment that the opponent mocked and disturbed.
According to the convention of the conference, Mr. Gui raised his sword eyebrows and smiled evilly. Judging from the dominance of the game, he was already the main force and physical condition. Instead, he was at a disadvantage in the rhythm.Since the sect leader has come in person, it’s his turn to ask questions!Does the Tianluoxiang lineage support the Qixuan Alliance or oppose it?
She had never hesitated about this.Tian Luoxiang opposed the alliance.Xue Yanqing stared in his eyes, her determination was both calm and firm, without any wavering.
Mr. Gui seemed not surprised and nodded and said: Since this is the case, the sect leader has to face the person who advises him.Pay attention!As the voice fell, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the sky with the amazing slashing force. The strong wind whistled, and it was like a mountain. It was impossible to see the figure of the soldier, and the giant blade like a stone pillar was already reflected in the eyes of the Ancestor's shocked look up!
─────All disasters.
It's a demon sword that has a disaster!
No?What to pretend!As for it?The redhead snorted, exhaling his nose, and contempt nakedly.If it weren't for the large number of people, and worried that the Ghost King would lose his prestige, he would have wanted to cheer him up.
What do Cuju and Polo hate the most?It's just a fake word!You think it's not the case when you fight?
In an instant, the image of the crazy man in the girl's heart fell to the bottom, which was higher than that of Mr. Ghost. Princess Fuxiang of Guzhu Kingdom issued an order famous for playing fake football in southern Xinjiang. Anyone who plays fake football in Jushe will be fine regardless of the severity of the circumstances. If you catch it, you will be discounted. No matter which one is from the east of your family, you will be ruthless. Therefore, Jushe, the Guzhu Kingdom, is known for its strong strength among the Nanling finite countries. The reason is that it is just a good atmosphere.
Now, even the Qixuan Club has been counterfeited.
The nameless fire in the heart of mèi'er, regardless of the decline of the yang qi, was about to praise her again, when suddenly the lotus gauze in front of the small golden crow tent suddenly moved, and a silver light shone out, hitting the evil Buddha's forehead again!It swept back until the lotus yarn fell again, and then I heard a crackling sound of flesh-sticking, leaving a very small palm print on the top of the evil Buddha's miserable tattooed hair.
The ground shook, and the burly male body as burly as an iron tower sat down cross-legged, hunched back and palmed, fingertips pressed against his forehead, and his lips under his hard moustache were muttering. Although he still had thick eyebrows and bloody eyes and ears, his expression was not a trace of hideousness; the same ugly face with a wide nose and a tiger and wolf, was completely different from the front and back.
Even if he is as thick as a dragon pillar, he knows that the evil Buddha's mind has recovered, at least it is not a sudden injury and uncontrollable state of being unable to suppress himself. He cannot praise the old monster's ability, suddenly felt weak all over, his hands, feet, limbs, and limbs were soft and unable to exert strength. He was dizzy and knelt on one knee.
She didn't know that just now she was the peak of Yang Dan. When she heard the silkworm sniff, she suddenly felt like she was beating a drum in front of the formation. The moment the first drum fell, the army was the most morale and could often exert more than a multiple of the power. Therefore, with a frontal blow, even the evil Buddha could not hold it.
Although the human resources are limited, she used Yang Dan first. At this moment, her limbs and bones are empty, not just empty?He is so burdened that he can't squeeze out a little bit; he can still hold on. He can only say that his roots are very good, and he will not be in vain for the vision of the first generation of the Ghost King.
The dyed red clouds on the side were not much better. They had a round of confrontation with the evil Buddha, all with will. At this time, the threat was almost weak, and they knelt down with a broken sword. The tips of the hair and neck were fragrant and sweaty. The crystal sweat beads of beans smashed to the firm breasts that could not be undulating. The white milk jelly that had overflowed from the golden armor was shiny, and the peaks and valleys were even unkempt, and the curves were like water.
Even if Mr. Gui was full of tricks, he could not have expected that the fierce and fierce man who had almost made the whole audience lose his hand. What was even more terrifying was that Mr. Gui was so vicious that he could not even guess how she used to snatch out of the gauze tent and how she turned it back. If it weren't for the small palm prints on the head of the evil Buddha and the crisp sound of the flesh hit, Mr. Gui would not even guess what technique she used, let alone witness it.
In his life experiences so far, no martial arts skills are higher than this woman with a very small body.There is nothing close to her cultivation.Whether it is Gu Muquan or his mother... these people who were originally outstanding in his mind would not have any chance before this mysterious woman who called herself the silkworm girl.
(What a terrible mulberry wood yin!)
His mother strongly opposed his Qixuan plan, and at this moment he finally understood what it was for.
No matter whether it is scheming or martial arts, he cannot overcome this huge barrier. Why bother to marry someone?
It seems...it must be used.Mr. Gui pinched the things in his sleeves and considered when it would be the best time to make this life-saving talisman. The two old boys carrying the sedan chair had put the small golden tent on the ground, rolled up the lotus gauze, revealing the pink brocade covered with it.
However, in the golden tent slightly larger than a Grand Master's chair, there was a fluffy and soft embroidered pillow, which was as seen in the boudoir of an ordinary lady. However, when it was paired with the petite girl who had most of her body snuggled up on it, everyone could not help but feel that the pillow was like a bed frame and was a special size.
(How could there be such a tiny person in the world!)
When mèi'er was at the Ritual Ridge, he encountered Silkworm's mother with Ranhongxia. At that time, Silkworm's mother was riding on the authentic brand that was as big as an embroidered pavilion and even the snow-green that could be hidden in the sun. Silkworm's mother always talked to her through the lotus sausage. It was not until this time that she finally saw the true face of the old monster ^ How could she still look like a human?There is no such a small person!The silkworm girl is not a girl, but a pretty young woman who is narrowing down by a distance, less than half of an ordinary adult woman. She has a small and gorgeous face, small palms, and small firm and plump breasts... This is simply...
……so cute.She murmured, even forgot to lower her voice.Ran Hongxia was stunned when she heard this, and turned her head and said in surprise: What?
mèi took a deep breath, as if he would be unable to control himself if he didn't do this.
She is so... so cute.The Ghost King reached out his hand to gesture in obscenely, as if he was sleepwalking.Hands and feet, and face... Everything is small. Look, small... small... After murmured for a long time, I sighed: ... OK!
Where is it better!Ran Hongxia's face was gloomy and exchanged a wink with Xue Yanqing, thinking that the evil party had a negative impact on the girl's family after all, such as maliciously misinterpreting the meaning of the word "cute", or directly destroying Yin Suming's perception of beauty.The first green steel sword given to her by her seven-year-old master is so cute!There is also the ivory doll that can make sharp whistles at the 36th style of the Water Moon, and every day when the Shenshi arrives, and asks her to get up to practice on time. It is even more cute. In the tent, the girl snuggles up against the pillow with a gorgeous face that cannot be seen. It is no exaggeration to say that she has almond eyes and peach cheeks. The inner and outer layers of her body are covered with gauze and brocade, which are all extremely gorgeous palace clothes like those worn by Xue Yanqing.
However, her jade skin was extremely bright, without a trace of blood. Her exposed small shoulders and neck were in harmony with the snow silk, making her look like a pair of naked feet; under her skirt, she was as thin as a petal of plump lily, her toes were round and her palms were round, and she was faintly red, but she was the only place on her body with a bit of humanity, and she was indescribable jade snow.
Mr. Gui thought she had a very thick and long white fox shawl. The fox was called a fox. All the disciples compared themselves to foxes. They hated others the fox fur the fur the most. They couldn't help but grit their teeth and smiled fiercely. When they looked closely, they saw that there was no fox fur?Only then did I realize that what she had was silver hair that could tread.
The silkworm lazily combed her hair with her fingers, lowered her thick eyelashes, and said with a faint smile: Yinkeng, the silkworm thought about it, if you die like this, I will not be able to explain to your father. After all, it is Yinye who didn't teach you well.In this way, you have abandoned your martial arts and thought it was easy to show your determination to correct your mistakes and be kind. I will take you back to Xiaoming Island, where your father was in his youth. You can follow me to study and be a good person. When you have a great enlightenment, the silkworm will teach you a great martial arts again. How about it?
These words sound gentle but crazy.There are only a few ways to eliminate martial arts: break the tendons of your hands and feet, break the pipa bones, or destroy the meridians... If you are disabled, don’t talk about practicing martial arts, you will be able to recover as usual and move freely, and it is impossible.According to her words, the martial arts she practiced re-edited is not only not careless, but also is more powerful than Mr. Gui now, so that she can be regarded as a reward for changing her mind.
If it were others, it would be unconvincing, but the skill that Cannibal just revealed was far beyond the reach of manpower. I am afraid that only the legendary peak master was comparable; if she said that she was not good at practicing hard, she would be better than now. Considering the status of a senior master of Cannibal, she could not, and there was no need to deceive the younger generation, and the possibility of being a lie is very slim.
However, whether you commit suicide or lose your merits, it cannot be the option of Mr. Gui.He calmed down and did not lose his composure. He said happily: It was recorded in the ancient books of Qixuan that the envoys of Xiaoming Island were not allowed to interfere in martial arts affairs. No matter under any circumstances, they must fulfill their responsibilities of observation and recording. This is also the reason why the younger generation did not invite their seniors to attend the meeting.First, it is because Xiaoming Island is mysterious and erratic, and I don’t know where to vote for the invitation; second, it is because of these misunderstandings that the seniors have heavy responsibilities and dare not disturb them.
I specially ranked Sangmuyin in the last ranking and expressed my opinion. I originally wanted to agree with the public in the name of Sangmuyin after the dust of the six families was settled.Since the seniors are here to enjoy the glory, it is best not to be a substitute for the younger generation. Xiaomingdao does not hold a demon sword. I wonder if the seniors agree or object to the Qixuan Alliance?Which one should I persuade when I appear this time?
The other side was a little impressed: Look at how he said it was okay, I almost thought it was just a step-by-step, and that was supposed to be.This person is so thick-skinned that he is even more powerful than my evil-controlling armor.Instinctively touched his heart.
She was able to withstand the confrontation with the evil Buddha twice, and in addition to the benefits of the Yang Dan, thanks to the soft armor of the Nanli Wu Ancestor, who passed down from the Nanli Wu Ancestor, she would have been blown away by the gap in her cultivation, and her meridians were broken and she died.
Mr. Ghost’s comments are not unfounded.
The ancient books are indeed not a random school, but any records involving mulberry and wood yin are either secretive or vague. There may be many different explanations for the statement that there is no involvement in martial arts affairs. Mr. Gui boldly bet on various circumstantial evidence.
Thinking about it carefully, when the seven mysteries outside the Cold Lu Valley gathered, the mulberry wood yin that appeared in the forbidden path might have been the genuine silkworm girl who had moved flowers and brought them to the wood, rather than the fake one arranged by Feng Shouyun.With the martial arts of Cannibal, since he stood with Xue Yanqing and Ranhongxia, why should he hold the Qixuan Conference?Nei Mingtu, the Blood Demon Lord, the Evil Buddha, or even himself, can't be the opponent of the Silkworm Niang; judging from her easy way to deal with the crazy Evil Buddha, the four of them are afraid that they will not be able to get a good deal.
From this point of view, the battle between Ran and Xue and others in the battle against the evil Buddha seemed meaningless.
Unless...the silkworm has a reason to not take action.She praised the evil Buddha's palm, but she did not suppress him, but helped him to restrain his mind. Strictly speaking, it was to save lives. It was not considered fighting with the evil Buddha, nor did she help Ran Hongxia's fist.This is not involved in martial arts affairs. The harshness of the oath of the sacred world even prevents the Cannibal from killing him or destroying his martial arts. He can only teach him how to do it himself.
This oath is Mr. Ghost's most powerful ally.Just be careful, don’t give the excuse of Cannabi Niang. Even if she is skilled in martial arts, she cannot deal with him directly.What he should defend against was the mysterious petite girl who became Yizhe, using chess pieces on the field like snow and green, dyed red clouds, etc. to destroy the conference...
The tiny silver-haired girl curled up on the embroidered pillow, her undulating figure was visible at a glance. She squinted her eyes slightly and looked at the young man in black for a moment. Then she sighed softly and murmured: You are so clever, you are enough to do evil. It turns out that you can't be left behind.Your father has a spirit in heaven, so you should know that the silkworm mother is helpless.The soft and light support was supported, and the curved upper body was supported. The beautiful woman who was clearly pleasing to the eye, but Mr. Gui, who was three feet away from the front of the tent, couldn't help but shocked. The extremely cold invisible aura locked his whole body. The Fox Yimen, who was good at light skills, could not take the initiative to move, so he could only open his eyes wide and stare at the impermanence who was about to come to seek his life. Those who could do it would never choose to speak.
(Gambling...have you lost the bet!)
Mr. Gui sweated like slurry, his body was completely uncontrollable, as if he was frozen in solid ice, and even his nose could not be absorbed in air. The fear of death was like peeling and slicing up along his back little by little, stripping away his little reason.
Even his mother, who is knowledgeable and extremely intelligent, could not allow him to experience the power of Condensing the Body and Locking the Wild.This state of straightness as magic is far beyond Mr. Gui's understanding of martial arts. All the martial arts theories and qi channels he knows cannot create such pressure out of thin air.unless……
Unless it is a new martial arts theory that does not rely on internal strength and is much different from what is practiced in this world.
He spent more time studying the broken score of "Sword of Immortality" than the leader of Qixuan present. Even though he tried to precipitate martial arts from the records of sword corpses and slaughtering, or inherited the remains of Wei Wang Cun Wei Laodao from his deceased father, and authorized him to exchange for the replenishment of his mother, their desire for power - or martial arts that are sufficient to generate power - are not as good as his.
Mr. Gui asked himself that no one could surpass himself in the research efforts he had spent on the map of the integration of the two families; before "Xuanxiao Eight Formations" attracted and diverted his attention, Mr. Gui could say that he was not thinking about food and betting all his heart on the broken score., The amazing power of the Nirvana Sword does not rely on internal force, but transfers the point that produces force through the new application of muscles, bones and muscles, thereby giving birth to the power that the body originally had.This alone cannot crack the unique magical skill of the peak-level master's condensation and vein locking skills, but according to the residual score, Mr. Gui used the laryngeal muscles in a completely different way than usual. Suddenly, he felt that the pressure between his neck was slightly reduced and he spoke with difficulty: And... let's wait... I... have something to say...
The ice that sealed the whole body disappeared in an instant.Mr. Gui fell down with exhaustion, sweating heavily. He didn't expect that he would be restrained in just a short moment and consumed so much energy. The degree of embarrassment was no less than that of Ranhongxia and Yinsuming.The silkworm girl squinted at him interestingly, and said, "It's pretty good!"Did Yinye teach you this hand, or did you understand it yourself?
Mr. Gui wasted time without intention to reminisce about her. A Sangmu Yin envoy who dared to ignore the limit was the most dangerous monster in the world at this time. If he didn't want to, he didn't even know how to die.He stroked his throat and tried his best to adjust his breath. Of course, it was not for the sake of fighting, but to avoid being mute and losing his voice halfway through his words and cutting off his own way.
This...this thing...with...with...exist...foreign...sen...
He took something out of his sleeve and spread it flat on his palm.
Others couldn't see clearly, and with a whirlwind of the colorful things, they flew into the golden crow tent towards the sun, as if someone used a fishing hook and fishing line to cross a three-meter-long distance and fell into the hands of the silkworm girl. Mr. Gui personally tasted the taste of qi and meridian locking. Compared with the living limbs, the powerful qi needs to be pressed on the air and squeezed a small tip back. It should be simpler.
It was just that the gold weaving bag the size of a wax ball in his hand was held in the hands of the silkworm girl, and it looked like a small carrying bag, which was a must for him to carry when shopping.
The silver-haired girl actually competed with her waist, showing a disgusting expression of being so ugly, and said twice: You are so calm, don’t you know what’s popular in Beijing?This kind of embroidered gold brocade bag is just used to store official seals. How can I decorate it on a woman?If you take it out earlier, I won’t hesitate. I don’t know how beautiful and ugly you are. Just kill it.
Mr. Gui knew that she deliberately mocked her and did not retaliate. He was determined to look at the girl's treasure bag, as if she could settle the world as soon as she had stored it.
The silkworm weighed the weight, untied the tether with his own hands, looked inside, his pretty face suddenly condensed, but it was only a moment, and he immediately replied indifferently, smiling and said: Where did you get this thing?It doesn't look like he wants to kill someone.
Mr. Gui felt a little relieved and thought to himself: After all, the ancient wood kite cannot save my life.Yijue Ping An Fu, that Xiang is an unreliable bastard, he has insufficient success and has more than enough failure. After this matter, he will definitely sell the Blood Demon Lord and others to Gu Muquan to get rid of these incompetent evil spirits.
That night, Gu Muyuan handed the treasure bag to him and asked him to deal with the most difficult enemy at the Qixuan Conference.Of course, he would not be so stupid that he was still intact. When the disaster came, he took the risk with this so-called thing. As soon as he left his front foot, he took apart and took a look. He saw that there was a piece of broken tiles covered with stains in his bag. On the remaining round tiles, there were extraordinary curly cloud patterns or auspicious words, but a bird's head.
In the mansions of the nobles and nobles of the Nanling Countries, most of them used bird totems from the tribe to make tiles, but what you see on this small piece of fragment is neither an eagle nor a phoenix, nor auspicious birds like peacocks and cranes, with sharp eyes and sharp beaks, and look like crows.Crows have been ominous since ancient times. Among the hundreds of tribes in the southern border, there is no clan emblem; apart from this, there is nothing else in the bag, and there is no word for the ancient wooden kite, which can be said to be a snatch.
Mr. Gui never doubted Gu Muquan's wisdom. He was only annoyed at the moment and always held a look of competing people, as if everyone was eating soil in the world. He was stupid and could not afford to see people in his bones. Even if he had to use the secret of saving lives, he had to use the secrets of secrets.
Until he saw the Sun Golden Crow tent shaking down from the entrance of the sacrifice hall, he finally understood who the Gu Muquan was guarding against.
Calm down, Yinkeng.He said to himself.
The moment when the silkworm saw the tiles as fragments, his expression was subtle. Compared to the usual calmness and jokingness since he appeared, the girl was always calm and joking, and her heart was shaking, and her heart was not a lie.What does this tiles mean?Think about Ah, Yinkeng, think about the building quickly.stronghold.Broken tiles are destroyed buildings and damaged strongholds.
The dark brown stains like rust on the tiles were undoubtedly blood.
The meaning of this broken tiles to the mulberry wood yin and to the silkworm girl is probably a grudge.
Thirty years ago, Mr. Gui knew nothing about the fact that Xiaoming Island's stronghold in the East China Sea was blood-slaughtered and the silkworm was also injured by his enemies. I am afraid that even his mother Yinye did not know about it.However, with his outstanding memory and observation, the young man in black trained himself to a certain supernatural ability that could see his true appearance from small things; he was able to climb so quickly in the Yangtu Cult, and was widely respected by the powerful and nobles in Pingwangdu, and even became the queen's spiritual sustenance, and relied on this technique.
Xiangmu Wujin is the zodiac sign of the master of mulberry wood and Yin. Taking this as the tiles, it must be the core of the building complex.In other words, the blood stained by the tiles must not come from irrelevant people.
what else?Kill people, destroy traces... If you want to destroy a building or even a building, no fool will be so stupid that he can smash it with a copper hammer; the only feasible way is to set fire.But there was no sign of burning on the tiles, which represented that they were taken before the murderer set fire─────────────────────────────────�
Mr. Ghost suddenly felt relieved.The tiles are stained with blood, which is obviously taken after the murder; the lack of anxiety means being picked before the arson.Those who could take out this broken tiles must be there at the scene at that time. If it were not for the witnesses, they would be the murderer who was arson!
He was confident and looked at the sharp eyes of the silkworm girl and smiled proudly.When asked, Silkworm Girl, what are the conditions I have.The girl pursed her lips with her sleeves, but there was no smile in her eyes, and said indifferently: I am the one who gives you this thing, who is planning to kill someone with a knife!Your life is almost gone, what conditions should you discuss with the silkworm girl?
Mr. Gui said calmly: If senior kills me, the tiles will become waste. The clues that have been unavailable for many years have been broken in this place. I don’t know if it’s not enough, either, it must be judged by the seniors.
Silly kid!What a stupid thing to say?The silkworm narrowed his eyes slightly and pursed his lips: It is much more reliable and easier to pry out words from people's mouths than to negotiate conditions.There is a ghost king here now. There is nothing to ask about the evil way to torture people. There is plenty of time left and right, so it will be better for her to play with you.There was a smile in the distance, and the knuckles were slight, and I just raised my hand and shouted, "Choose me."
Mr. Gui had no choice but to spread his hands.
I agree with every word that my senior said.The torture of evil paths is so powerful. Not to mention a few, I am afraid that even the same thing can’t be withstand it. There is no need for the Ghost King to take action. Just listening to me, my legs are weak. I will definitely not dare to deceive anything.No matter how he looked, he didn't look like his legs were weak, and he smiled and said: But if he didn't know anything, he wouldn't be able to pry it out if he had the means of heaven. If he beat him hard, I could only talk nonsense, right?If you don’t care, it’s a way, it’s destined to be invalid, so try it.
Mr. Gui must have stared at the petite silver-haired beauty without giving in a single step.
I gave this gift to me, and I only gave it a gift, and I didn't even say a word.I am afraid that the pain will be severe, but no matter what I say, it has nothing to do with the truth. I don’t know what this tiles mean, nor do I know what the people I give to me have to do with it. If the senior wants to know, he has to agree not to interfere in the matter here. When the junior leaves here without any harm, if the senior wants to know, the person will explain to the senior that he would like to ask——I think he would use a gift bag to entrust it, and it was the same.
You think beautifully!mèi'er screamed in anger and said with a smile: When you have tasted my methods, you will have nothing to know and you will say!Teach you how powerful I am───
...Wait!
The person who spoke was Silkworm.She closed her palms and weighed the weight of the brocade bag like a rice bag. She pondered for a moment and said: Who is the one who handed you brocade bag?
Ancient wooden kite.Knowing that this matter is difficult to avoid, Mr. Gui simply explained it readily.By the way, I don't know his true identity.As for Guzhe, I organized a mysterious group of people. The people on the top always had to hide it. Everything was weird, which was quite normal.
That kind of smug tone, Mèi'er wanted to strangle him to death just by hearing it.Unexpectedly, the old monster really thought about it. No matter how cute she was, she couldn't see it now and frowned and said: "Aren't you? Is it necessary to think about it?"Let me give him a phoenix sweep wings first, then pick a few places to peel it, I see... let's start with the face. This guy looks like a beauty-loving pillow, oh!I guarantee that he would say whatever he had said, and all the eighteen generations of ancestors provided it all out───
The silkworm waved his hand, and the lotus gauze was put down again. Two old boys with chicken skin and crane hair in front and behind raised up and turned around toward the lookout table.……senior!Xue Yanqing and Ran Hongxia both turned around, unable to hide their shock.I heard the silver bell-like smile from the golden crow tent: The silkworm has helped me here, and the rest are the two girls.Don't die!
Both of them have backbone. When they think about their own family's enemies, how can they count on others?The silkworm brought Xue Yanqing back to the Cold Lu Valley, and then took action to subdue the crazy evil Buddha, leaving only the culprit Mr. Gui. Next, it was indeed the time when the three of them cleared the old tent, and they didn't even talk. They turned around and focused on the young man in black in front of them. The fighting spirit between their eyebrows was awe-inspiring and did not give in at all.
mèi'er was cursing and scolding her, and she was dissatisfied with her many dissatisfactions. She was not doing anything to settle accounts with the old monster or the ghost.The ranhongxia supported him to the side of the field, trying to adjust the true energy. Although only Xue Yanqing was left on the field, Mr. Gui had just confronted Jianniang and spent a lot of effort. Jianniang didn't know what method he used, and he made him sweat profusely and his lips and face white. Since Mr. Gui appeared, he has never been so embarrassed. The result was self-evident when he faced Xue Yanqing, a new force descending from the sky.
The Golden Crow Tent climbed up the stairs and landed near the group of three people in the Youzi Gate. A small silver bottle flew out of the lotus gauze. The white forehead was determined by the wind. Before he could turn around and look up, he had already handed over.Give it to that boy Xue Baixuan.The silkworm smiled and seemed to be able to see the little man covering his sleeves and throwing his apricot eyes.How old is he? He still has this kind of drama of sacrificing himself to save the thief. Do you think he is sixteen years old?Although the voice is light, it is indistinguishable from the distance and everyone hears it.
Under the watchtower, Shu Yujie stood tall and tall, holding swords and swords in both hands, but she saw her waist as thin willows, her snowy buttocks were plump, and her legs were long and her shoulders were cut. It seemed that she was not moved by the footnotes of the word "玉如晓", and her back was still gorgeous and charming. The posture of holding a soldier added a sense of awesome power and indescribable charm.
Fu Chijin didn't know Silkworm's mother. Although Geng Zhao and she were talking about everything, due to the secret nature of Mu Mu Yin, they were not good at betraying Silkworm's mother's mother's secrets. Until today, Baby Jin'er realized that there was such a mysterious master.But she always helps Ran, Xue and Mèi'er. Fu Chijin loves the house and the black ones without doubt. She nodded slightly to the slightest part of the sacred sac and expressed her gratitude.
However, Baibeisha was so careful that he pulled out the bottle plug and sniffed the medicine. He then poured his hands and feet into his palms. He tried the pieces of medicine powder with the tip of his tongue, and waited for a while and there was nothing unusual. He fed it to Xue Baiya.Cannibal smiled and scolded: You kid, could Can Silkworm poison him to death?Bring it!Don't eat it and get it over.But it was not an angry tone.The white-necked evil test was used to find the medicine, and he knew it was a rare treasure. Even though he had traveled around the world, he rarely saw such a elixir. He could hear the silkworm mother asking for it, Oh!With a shake of his wrist, the entire bottle poured into the old man's mouth, almost choking the old god to death.
...The hand slipped.The big man in white hair lowered his voice and said sternly: I seem to be a little insufficient, do you still have it there... Alas!But it was Baby Jin'er who couldn't see it, so she quietly twisted his thighs. The hairy man scratched his head with his fingertips, almost scratching his face with his claws, and shut up his mouth.
Less embarrassing, what kind of virtue is yours!Fu Chijin glared at him fiercely, but fortunately Mr. Gui had no time to see the broken ingot.Suddenly, I heard the silkworm laugh and said: I will let that boy go, and you will be the least angry among the girls in the palace.He is the culprit who has taken your little master hostage and made her suffer more.
Fu Chijin found that she had been peeping in the dark for a long time, and she said calmly: If Senior can take action, she would have done it long ago.I think I must have the difficulties of not being able to deal with that guy. I said I would kill him or use his martial arts to sack him, but it was just a threat, but unfortunately I taught him to see through his hands and feet.
The silkworm was happy to hear it and nodded repeatedly.What a smart girl!There are rare two pillows with good pillows... Fu Chijin was confused and suddenly felt a chill. She instinctively pounded her breasts with both hands. Suzu's milk jelly appeared on her, but she didn't know why.
In the middle of the square, Xue Yanqing held the black gun as the core of the Spear of Void and pointed at Mr. Gui and said loudly: Where did you hide my golden armor?Hand over quickly!Mr. Gui raised his gaze with a graceful look, his eyes were whiter than black, and he shrank and said: If I hand over, can the sect leader spare my life?
Xue Yanqing had never thought about the answer, and was stunned by the question and hesitated immediately.But when Mr. Gui laughed, he said: Master of the sect, the winner is the king. It requires practice. If you do not have enough preparation, the winner may not become the king. His posture is sometimes much ugly than the defeated enemy.
When he said this, the pale on his lips had not completely faded, and sweat beads were hanging on his hair and his forehead were almost unconvincing. But for some reason, everyone couldn't help but worry for Xue Yanqing, who was holding a gun in front of him, as if it was said, it was not surprising that he suddenly had a killer move to turn defeat into victory.
The only one who was unmoved was probably Xue Yanqing himself.She searched her eyebrows slightly, as if she was chewing on the meaning of these words, and did not regard it as a kind of comment that the opponent mocked and disturbed.
According to the convention of the conference, Mr. Gui raised his sword eyebrows and smiled evilly. Judging from the dominance of the game, he was already the main force and physical condition. Instead, he was at a disadvantage in the rhythm.Since the sect leader has come in person, it’s his turn to ask questions!Does the Tianluoxiang lineage support the Qixuan Alliance or oppose it?
She had never hesitated about this.Tian Luoxiang opposed the alliance.Xue Yanqing stared in his eyes, her determination was both calm and firm, without any wavering.
Mr. Gui seemed not surprised and nodded and said: Since this is the case, the sect leader has to face the person who advises him.Pay attention!As the voice fell, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the sky with the amazing slashing force. The strong wind whistled, and it was like a mountain. It was impossible to see the figure of the soldier, and the giant blade like a stone pillar was already reflected in the eyes of the Ancestor's shocked look up!
─────All disasters.
It's a demon sword that has a disaster!
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