Sword of Coming Chapter 322

The old man suddenly came, but suddenly went.

In this way, Chen Pingan was alone on the edge of the crater. He did not tell Chen Ping how to leave this sacred place, nor did he say when the view ended. As for what is flying, the world is ten. The old man did not mention it.

However, the old man left without warning. Although he left a big mess for Chen Ping, but let Chen Ping relieved, he let go of the heartstring that was almost broken, hehe, swayed a few times, and finally Can't hold it, just fall back to the ground.

Without a bit of pure instinct, the injury that was previously hit by Ding Yingyin's sword into the ground completely broke out. Chen Pingan was like lying in a pool of blood, and there was always blood flowing out.

The smile in Chen's eyes is very quick.

There are first and fifteen guards around, Ding Ying is dead, no one is around, Chen Pingan is extravagant and extravagant to make the last bit of strength, take off the sword, tremble and tremble on the lips, forcibly swallow Drinks, debts do not press, this pain is simply tickling, Chen Pingan just feel that this time do not drink, but unfortunately.

Chen Pingan did not notice that the robes on the body were on the golden shackles, between the two claws of the golden dragon in the chest. The original white snowballs were filled with rich lightning slurry and two shoulders. Under the claws of the smaller golden dragon, under the jaw, two small beads, there are also a few lightning bolts.

It's just that the change of Jin Yu is not worth mentioning compared to the vision of Chen Ping's body.

The most thorough reborn.

Previously soaked in the Thunder Pool, the bones under Chen Ping's skin have a certain golden jade luster, which is a sign of the so-called "Golden Branches and Leaves" of the practitioners.

Deep roots are solid, long-lived and long-sighted.

Chen Pingan, stupid.

It seems like a half-sleep and a dream.

Someone in the dream pointed to a river, asked him to be safe, whether to cross the river.

The man asked himself and said that if you want to cross the river and you can not be bound by the avenue, you need to have a bridge, and then you can naturally cross the river.

Chen Ping did not know how to answer, but he squatted on the river.

My heart is here, and I can't do it.

The man said that it was a coincidence that he did not become a book. He said that you have not learned the sages of someone. Is it just a matter of reading and knowing, always, everything, the truth that you are in your stomach, just an empty talk?

Chen Ping blames, does not hide emotions, "learned the truth, what is the relationship with the bridge?"

The man did not say why, just say how to do it. "You look at the appearance of a bridge in your heart. Any bridge can do it. Your kid is not very old. The place you walked through is not too small. Don't worry, as long as it is a Bridges are fine, not too much attention, even those in the Nanyuan National Capital City, it does not matter. When you think about it, you don't have to be constrained, you are afraid of them, just be happy, the more you want, the more you want It's the best of the eight poles.

Chen Ping, who does not know where he is, is at the riverside and "closes" his eyes.

No reason to think of the golden arch bridge in the sea of ​​clouds, long, as if there is no end.

Chen Pingan couldn't see the old man, no matter how he looked for it, he was destined to find the trace of the old man.

So Chen Ping will not see, the old man blinked the clouds above the long river, his face was weird, and he couldn't hear the old man swearing that Chen Qing was trying to find trouble for himself. It's not a fuel-efficient one. The lamp finally praised the vision and courage of a younger generation, and cherished the memory of a mountain river "the old man."

Chen Pingan widened his eyes and saw his feet. On the other side of the Yangtze River, the outline of a golden arch bridge appeared faintly, but it was swaying and not stable.

There is one more book in the hand, and the moral article of an old man is written on it, recording the sequence theory of a Confucian saint who has never been present.

Every word has been separated from the books, and the golden light has drifted to the golden arch bridge that Chen thought of.

The word is like a brick.

Unfortunately, among the books, there are still a small half of the words dead, especially on the pages of the middle and back pages, the words are not moving.

In any case, the golden long bridge above the big river, like a person with a support of the spirit, finally solidified.

However, the distance was finally built, and it was possible for Chen to walk peacefully across the river. It was still a little worse, and it was a lot worse.

This is like a person. If there is a soul without a flesh, it is a white bone, a ghost of a ghost, can not see the sun, can not enter the sun.

Then the length of the long bridge, as well as the majestic degree, is unexpected, so the text on the book will not be enough.

The old man commanded: "Go on a walk and try to see if it will collapse."

Chen Pingan shook his head and replied with intuition: "It will definitely collapse."

The old man did not question Chen Pingan. After thinking about it, he walked out of the small world he built.

Then there is no more then.

On the edge of the big pit, Chen Pingan suddenly sat up, where there is a long river, and there is no such old man.

Heaven and earth are just around the corner.

Two flying swords around, the first and fifteen.

Although it is not Chen Ping's life-defining Feijian, but along with Chen Pingyuan's travels, along with each other, and living together, they have already shared their minds.

A silence, a jealousy.

Chen Ping's good swords, raised his hands and patted two flying swords. He comforted: "We are all alive, it is very good. Besides, we will definitely not be so wrong next time, let alone It's not that you are helping out, I can't hold the moment when the soul is out of the body...”

Chen Ping stopped his words because he found the first and the fifteenth, one became more and more silent, and the other became more and more embarrassed.

Chen Pingan stood up and took a sword. He walked and said: "You should go back here first. Let's hurry into the city and go to the lotus villain! This road may not be smooth, no you, I am fighting with people now. I really don't have any strength. If I don't cultivate for ten days and a half, don't say that this old devil, that is, the child who will be the sword, can't easily relax. Later, I can't ask you to help open the road."

The two flying swords returned to the sword.

Chen Pingan went to Nanyuan Guojing City alone.

As the city was getting closer and closer, the robe of the robe gradually changed from gold to white snow robes.

Chen Ping's heart was clear and looked back.

Behind the battlefield with the Yak-Mountain as the center, the aura is full of enthusiasm, and it is not the best. In this world, it should be the biggest "bone heaven and earth".

Of course, the same martial arts are rich.

If you are not in a hurry to return to the city to find the lotus villain, in fact, staying in the same place, the most profitable.

However, Chen Ping looked up and looked at the city in the distance. If his own interests were exhausted, it would be easy to become a common enemy.

As for entering the city in full view, there will be danger.

Chen Pingan walked on the quiet and unmanned official road, and he could glimpse more than a dozen feet in one step.

Previously, those words were mainly to comfort the lost first and fifteenth. In fact, if anyone dares to stop the road and entangles it at this time, then Chen Ping's hand is long, and the truth will only be on his side.

I saw that the old man of Cui was invincible in front of the bamboo building.

It is two realms to defeat a "world" invincible person with your own hands.

The Yak-Mountains were all beaten, and the second sound of the coming of the drums was to talk about what was soaring.

On the other side of the wall of the capital, it is the Zhou Fei who plays in the world, and some of them are heavy.

It's not always that everyone's work is busy.

As the heavenly thunder pool dissipated, the clouds were seen to see the big day, and the bright light was shining. Fan Waner raised the mirror and shone, and the mirror surface reflected her beauty.

Just when Fan Waner wanted to put away the bronze mirror, she suddenly found herself in the mirror, smiling, and she knew that there was no smile.

In the mirror, "Fan Waner" smiled and sighed.

Fan Waner's heart sounded a voice, “I'm crazy.”

If it is struck by lightning.

Hot hands, Fan Waner lost the bronze mirror, hands clasped the head of the stinging sorrow, face bitter and tears.

In the distance of the city wall, the crow cautiously shouted at the Zhou Gongzhu.

Zhou Fei turned his head and found that the cyan dress on her body, she fell off automatically, swaying, dancing like a singer, self-pity, no one else.

Zhou Fei smiled coldly: "I want to go when I am in my hand?"

Zhou Fei stretched his hand and grabbed it. At the shoulder of the dress, a handprint was sag, and the blue dress was still drifting to the right. It continued to tear, and finally the sound of silky tears was broken. Zhou Fei's hand had a broken brocade and frowned. Head, "Pretend to be a ghost, I have to look at it, the soul of your wife, can hide when! What are you trying to do!"

There are more and more broken dresses in Zhou Fei's hands.

He and Lu Hao know that this Tong Qingqing is at the root of Haoran.

Taiping's ancestors in Taipingshan, in order to bring her back to her heart, she did not want her to go forward and gamble everywhere. Before she was thrown into the sacred land, she also turned her back with a veritable fairy magical power. The Taoist heart made her seem to be born with fear of death. She hoped that she would understand the avenue between the two extremes, and finally broke through the life and death, and successfully smashed her body.

It is reasonable to hide and hide because of the immortality of this generation.

But if such a person who is afraid of death, if he does not cherish his martial arts talents at all, it is certainly unreasonable.

So what is the killing trick of Tong Qingqing, it must be very interesting.

The old man of Jing Xin Zhai, with Tong Qingqing's peers and even higher generations, has high hopes for Tong Qingqing. She has never forgotten that she must be erudite, I am afraid that it is second only to Ding Ying, and the martial arts talent is even more amazing. If it is not too temperament, it is very likely that Tong Qingqing is the first master of the rivers and lakes under Ding Ying.

It seems that the opposites of righteousness and evil, in fact, the secret of Ding Ying's death, Yu Zhenyi's thoughts of killing autumn must be lightened, and he has already won the silver lotus crown of Ding Lao Mo, the top three, and firmly occupy a place, Yu Sincerely, I don't want to fly, I'm sure I won't add more snakes, so as not to become a target of the public. After all, I have set up such a big game with Ding Ying. For all the masters, Yu Zhenyi has already made a big taboo.

At present, it is only Yu Zhenyi's defiant power, which makes people dare not tear his face with him and talk about the morality of the rivers and lakes.

At least the kind of autumn and sharp-knife Liu Zong, as well as the child Qing Qing, who hides and hides, must have a bad impression on Yu Zhenyi.

Therefore, Zhou Fei is actually not willing to tear the face with Tong Qingqing at this time, but this blue dress and the golden body of the monk who went to the Nanyuan Kingdom with the Yunmu monk must have their hands. The blessing, the former is to take away the magical crow, used to sharpen the heart of his son Zhou Shi, the latter is in exchange for a magic weapon, to Lu Hao, after a Jiazi, Chunchao Palace did not have his Zhou Fei, There is also a bird's eye view of the peak Jianxian and the Spring Tide Palace, and Zhou Shi's martial road to the top of the road, there is no worries.

In the final analysis, it is still a big monk like him, it is too difficult to give birth to a child, especially their Yu Guizong Jiang, a single pass for many years.

A bald old man carrying a large bag, boarded the city, and flew like a fly. It was the cloud mud monk who had left the Jingang Temple.

After holding his head and squatting on the ground, Fan Waner, the old man curiously blinked, I don't know the young fairy of Jing Xin Zhai, so painful.

But when the old man saw the scene of Zhou Fei's “Tear-Off” blue dress, he was no longer the old man of the monk, and he yelled: “Zhou Fei!”

Zhou Feiqi smiled and said: "Old vulture, do you really think that this dress was looking for you in the same year, what kind of heart is it? But it is one of the calculations of the old witch of Tong Qingqing, and she has been fooling for most of her life, but also obsessed with it. The skirt is one of the four magical treasures of the Fa, which is not fake, but there is nothing in the air? The soul of the mirror heart is already hidden in it."

The old man was unmoved and rounded his eyes. It was like the diamonds in the temple hall. "Would you like to control it?! Say you left the world with the 'green girl', I will bring you this Luo Hanjin. Body, you are afraid to eat, I will kill you!"

Zhou Fei gave amused, "You are an old vulture, shouting a dress green girl, do you mean?"

The old man was silent for a while, and he was somewhat guilty.

Zhou Fei pointed to the distant Fang Faner, and he appreciated it. "This ancestor of Tong Qingqing, the future master of Jing Xin Zhai, is probably the body skin of Tong Qingqing, who is the first to rejuvenate. There is no such thing as a true child. If you look like a child, you will be rehabilitated with the realm of the world. You will grow up and become a young woman like Fan Waner. Plus the respecting floor will help her through the sea, you and me, the world, even including Ding. The baby, she gave her a fool!"

Zhou Fei laughed happily. "Even if you are cheating yourself, Tong Qingqing, you are awkward! It's all foreign things."

Zhou Fei waved his sleeves and let the blue dress drift away.

Without a blue dress, it means that you want the golden body of Luohan, you can only grab it from the hands of the cloud mud monk.

However, Zhou Fei has weighed the pros and cons, and it is actually two blessings that have been given up, as long as the third master has a quota.

The same can take away the magical wizard.

In this flower-blessed land, for the immortal people who are practicing the spirits in the vast world, one is the dojo in the snail shell, and the hand is tied, and one is that the clever woman is difficult to be without the rice, and there is no way to start.

The appearance of Chen's peace has disrupted all layouts. Ding Ying is still able to die. Who else in this world dares to say that he will not die?

Zhou Fei worried that he would overturn the ship in the gutter, and even he would kill him. Although it does not prevent me from leaving the place, but the loss is a bit big.

At present, the biggest problem lies in the fact that among the ten people in the world, only two people have died, one end and one tail, Ding Ying and Feng Qingbai.

There are still eight left, which means that five more need to be killed. I am afraid that the promise on the secret letter will take effect.

Lu Hao is not a friend of the **** family for many years, and soon figured out the joints. "Reassured, after sixty years, I stared, Zhou Shi can definitely be among the top three."

Zhou Fei broke the sky and chose to take the initiative to give back one step. Of course, the cloud mud monk did not want to, and did not dare to aggressive. Follow the "green girl" and come to Fan Waner.

Her hands rubbed her eyes.

Then the young and beautiful beauty straightened up, his hands patted his cheeks and creaked.

Fan Waner stretched out **** and grabbed the collar of the blue dress in front of him. After shaking it a few times, after wearing it on his body, he pulled it away and threw it to the old man who couldn't figure it out. Monk, she smiled: "Reassure, your so-called green girl is still there, you just go to the yak mountain side, she will soon be able to regain her anger. She is the real master of this dress, my soul is not I have lived for decades, and after I lived, I was banned by myself, and it was no different from the dead. So, it was not easy to be discovered by Ding Ying. So you have said this dress for so many years. What is the Buddha's words, or love words, I have not heard a word anyway."

The old monk is wearing a dress and some blush.

Fan Waner squinted and fell into meditation, no longer paying attention to this monk who had moved his heart early.

The memory is restored little by little, such as a clear spring flowing into the heart of the field, but she was deliberately put on the corner of the heart of the lake, do not care.

Instead, it began with a pure "Mirror Xin Zhai disciple Fan Waner".

The teacher-in-chief Zhou Yizhen took the apprentice and took the young one back. In the ancestral hall of the ancestral hall, Fan Waner only worshipped the picture.

She used to be the most wanted person to see "Tong Qingqing" under the sun, so Zhou Yuzhen finally gave her a bronze mirror.

She learned the white-backed swordsmanship and was praised by the rivers and lakes as "there is no sword, it is two Fans."

However, Fan Waner found this school, the last sword, in this world seems to have no one to use, there is no such sword, there is no such Wufu body, but Zhou Zhenzhen still insisted that she should study this door White-backed swordsmanship.

Therefore, at the Baihe Temple, it was strange that Chen Xianren Chen Ping was so confused. Why is Fan Waner clearly "near the avenue", but it seems to be walking on the weight-bearing, extremely drastic, because the soul is missing most of it, such as the same walking dead, how can Smart.

Fan Waner was also on the bridge, asking the prince Wei Yan, whether there are often people and things that are familiar. Later, in Prince Edward's House, the original old chef who was the third in the world also saw the strangeness of Fan Waner. However, the old man mistakenly thought that she was only a reincarnation of a certain "Zhu Xianren", so it was relatively easy to be "Ghost upper body", the body will linger some breath.

I thought that the two ghosts would take the initiative to find Chen Ping.

Fan Waner grinned, well, what kind of come, what is the ability to let the Taishu master uncle promise to let him possess himself? In the case of risk-taking, I am going to give the police a warning. Unfortunately, the rules of this world are too big. It is not easy to drill holes. So, twice, "Fan Waner" can only blink, can't say half a word, and that Chen Ping, probably just think of himself as A crazy woman?

"Fan Waner" stepped on the ruins of the wall, leaning forward, one arm on the leg, looking into the distance, full of smile.

At the night market, she and Chen Ping's nearby table seemed to be a common man in the street. Both sides patted the table and blinked their eyes. What an old wife, but nothing more than three, otherwise they would open the broth directly at the other's home. some type of.

The true deep meaning is of course the "three things".

However, those who are swearing, really do not pay attention to it, one is the wording of the stinky little boy, this time returning to the world, even if the Taishi ancestors stopped themselves, but also with the little boy who had long since disappeared. Say it well. In the past 90 years, Ding Ying happened to meet with her several times. It should not be a small child who made a good idea, but that time she took the door to the soldiers. She dared to assert that it was definitely the most vengeful little **** who was teasing herself, though There is no danger, but I can think back and think very disgusting.

And because of the possession.

The most important thing is that the Taishang ancestors broke the rules of the flower-blessing land, and they also ruined all the plans of "Mirror Heart Zhai Tong Qing Qing".

The little boy grabbed the final list of ten people before Tong Qingqing got the bronze mirror and the cyan dress.

Or is it that the ancestors of the Shangshang ancestors who have been detained for a lifetime have met the big rich man, so they don't care about the money? I plan to pay for it myself and take it out of my own land?

Fan Waner, or Tong Qingqing in sight.

That white robe is already near the city.

No, accurately, she should now be the Taipingshan Road, Gu Huangting, no longer a smattering match, Xiangfan, and not the timid and dying Tong Qingqing.

She gave a cry, raised her arm high and gave a thumbs up to the guy outside the city.

This is the Taipingshan Dao of the famous Tongyezhou, who for the first time admire a man who is younger than himself.

Chen Ping looked up and looked at the weird and strange Fan Waner, frowning.

He just looked at the autumn, and the two smiled.

In Chen Ping's mind, no matter where the rivers and lakes are, there should be people like the Song and the Burning and the Autumn, and that is the rivers and lakes.

Huang Tingyi raised his brow and smiled more. "There is personality, I like it!"

Outside the city is Chen Ping who stopped.

On the top of the city, among the ten people on the list, there are Yushanyi, the head of the Hushan School. They have already put on the silver lotus crown, hovering around with a glass flying sword, and taking out a jade bamboo folding fan, each On the top of the fan bones, all of them are written in a small head and recorded a martial arts school.

Autumn, the look is relieved, squatting on the broken city, the shoulders are loose, not like the usual Nanyuan Guoguo division.

Spring tide palace Zhou Fei.

Tang Tieyi, the solemn general of the Northern Jin Dynasty, has always been rubbing the handle of the refiner.

Sharpener Liu Zong.

A cloud mud monk holding a soft blue dress.

Cheng Yuanshan does not know where to hide in the capital.

The tenth of the Ranger, Feng Qingbai, has died under the sword of a good brother Tang Tieyi.

The first Ding Lao Mo, died in the hands of the immortal man named Chen Pingan.

In addition to the ten people, there is also Huang Ting, who has changed her momentum. Although she is not among the ten, she is afraid that even Zhou Fei will not provoke her. When the soul and the body merge, her appearance began to change, and the beautiful face, which added a little brilliance, became more and more beautiful.

A bird's eye view of the peak Lulu, ready to continue to stay in the Huanfu Fudi, both for his own heart, but also a friend of his son, serving as his half guardian.

簪花郎周仕, thinking and thinking, in addition to the sadness of the moment of separation, there are also beautiful after sixty years.

The magical crow, will soon be brought out of this world by Zhou Fei, Ding Ying died, she is the most heart-wrenching one.

At this moment, when everyone saw the young immortal, they stopped at the official road outside the city gate.

Yu Zhenyi's eyes are dark and his face does not show any emotions.

A kind of autumn will smile. The person who slaughtered the old demon, it should be so domineering! It's like saying that you have all seen it. I've had a fight with Ding Ying. I'm hurting Ping An. Who wants to smash and rob, even if I come, I will be divided into life and death.

The sharp-knife Liu Zong sighed and sighed against the wall. He was guilty of swearing. He saw the horrible battle of the yak mountain. He was really ignorant and went to drowning. If there is still a chance to go down the city, Enron will return to the store of Kejiaqiao. Otherwise, he will become a rich family in the future. He will pick up one or two rumored disciples, and he will not hesitate.

Long Tie's general Tang Tieyi's eyes passed a hint of anger, just hesitating for a moment, simply closing his eyes and keeping his eyes on his eyes.

In the end, Chen Ping went straight through the city gate and gradually went away.

Yu Zhenyi floated up and stepped on the glass flying sword over there, going to the Yak Mountain.

Those abundances that have gathered from all over the world have begun to spread around. He really wants to be a monk who can miss this once-in-lifetime opportunity.

Aura is different from the illusory world of martial arts, not picking people, as long as they have the ability, anyone can take their arms.

Tang Tieyi stared at Liu Zong, a sharp-eyed sharpener, and walked slowly along the path.

Liu Zong stunned, jumping up and shouting: "Well, you are a Tang Tie, dare to pinch me as a soft persimmon?!"

Huang Ting is eyeing the Zhou Fei who can't look good.

The main character of the Spring Palace Palace in this blessed land, the mirror heart Zhai Tong Qing can bear, Taipingshan Road, Huang Tingting can not stand!

In the eyes of Fan Waner, it was an ordinary bronze mirror, but in the hands of Huang Ting, there was a mystery. She took the bronze mirror on the ground with her breath, and she hit the mirror with her fingers. However, after the fragmentation, the mirror was broken, revealing the general vision of the green and deep pool. Huang Ting extended his fingers, as if he had caught something, and pulled it out, she was pulled out by a sheathed sword!

She is the proudest son of the Taiping Mountain, the third largest ancestral gate in Tongyezhou. The future lord, as long as he is on the five worlds, will become the twelve people of the immortal Huang Ting!

If it is not at the end of the family, it will be too inconspicuous.

For a moment, Zhou Shi and the crows face each other, because both of them feel like a man on the back.

The two suddenly turned their heads.

Just looking at the white robe and the fairy who looked to the city.

Zhou Fei smiled and said: "Ding Lao Mo, a guy whose heart is higher than the sky, is not enough to make a mistake, and it hurts me."

Zhou Fei turned his head and looked at Lu Hao. The latter was also helpless. "Unless this person is flying with you, if he stays in the Huafufu, Zhou Shi is definitely dangerous."

Zhou Fei squeezed his chin, and if the good is difficult, then he has to make another plan.

It was just at this time that everyone couldn't help but look up at the sky.

The sea of ​​clouds broke through a golden hole, and a beam of light fell instantly in the city.

Blinking effort.

I am afraid that no one in the capital will notice this scene except for the immortals and masters in the city.

In the eyes of everyone, there was a short stupid boy with a small, colorful rattle in his hand, but carrying a huge golden gourd, almost waiting for the height of the person, it was extremely funny.

After Huang Ting saw this little point, he screamed, and he no longer managed Zhou Fei, and strode to this one who was very annoying in Haoran.

After seeing the murderous Huang Ting, the little girl said: "I am coming down this time, but it is not a fight. If you are too much, annoyed my master, I am not afraid of your Taishi ancestors, and will help you in vain. So many years?"

Huang Tingruo is still the Taipingshan Taoist before coming to Huanhuafu. He will only swear that it is the work of my family. Then the shot is still shot, but this time, she grins and looks at the world. expression. The little boy also uses color, the same grin, does not agree, with the little prince I am more than a mountain? Is a Taiping Mountain still a little bit? It is not the Dragon and Tiger Mountain in the Middle Kingdom.

The little boy used to run the scorpion, and stood up to the chest. He strode on the road in the city. The voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly. "The rules have changed. It is a great day for you." The news, the last ten people on the list, who survived, can fly up, not willing to leave the world, after I ring the second drum, before the third drum, I will leave the city. Of course, even if you don't fly, people who walk down the city can still get a magic weapon."

"Remember, the person who is flying in the city, the flesh will be left in this world, only to go to other places with the soul, keep all the memories, don't feel that it is all bad, and it is mysterious, and I will understand it later. ”

The little boy is so arrogant that he walks up and swings. "The top three on the list is more blessed. The second Yu Zhenyi, if you choose to fly, you can take away three people. The third Zhou Fei can be taken away at will. One person. My grandfather spoke, except for Ding Ying. These people who were taken away can leave with the flesh."

"Well, it seems that many people are confused. It is not surprising that you are too weak to participate in it. If you are lucky, you will only have Feng Qingbai's end."

Speaking of this, Xiaodao Tong smiled at Huang Tingwei: "You are not angry, you can be among the top three in the strength, hey, people are not as good as days, no way. Who will let you Taipingshan hook up that The two outsiders broke the rules first, and my grandfather was very angry at the time."

Huang Ting pulled the corner of his mouth.

The little boy squinted his head and stared at her face. The fire poured oil on the fire: "Huang Ting, you said that you are so stinky and shameless, you are in the world, you look like you are not half now..."

The little boy seems to give a knock on the back of the head, suddenly fell a dog to eat, does not feel shameful, stood up and patted the robe, and when he passed by Huang Ting, made a face, and then continued: "Last An old rule passed down from generation to generation, things in this day, don't be easily publicized. You have a good number in your heart. Of course, you can't help it, and it's mentioned to a very small number of people.

After saying this in one breath, the little boy raised the rattle and swayed gently.

There is no vision of heaven and earth, just a sigh.

Is this the second time to knock on the drums?

Yu Zhenyi stepped on the glass flying sword and made a head against the little boy. "Farewell to the fairy teacher."

Xiaodaotong faces this "same-age person" on the appearance, and his attitude is not the same. It is a bit more serious. The old-fashioned Qiuqiu said: "Go, everyone has their own ambitions. My grandfather is not disappointing to you, so please cherish it. A Jiazi."

Yu Zhenyi broke through the sky and revealed a touch of excitement. Yu Jian went away and went to the battlefield site of the Yakshan Mountain to capture the aura of heaven and earth.

It is hoped that once again, the border will be broken, and it will be a battle against the enemy.

A kind of autumn laugh asked: "Liu Zong, what do you say?"

Liu Zong, a sharpener, thought about it and smiled. "After the shop, I worked hard to help me sell it. I believe that by the means of the national teacher, I have already known the young people in my relationship. Give them a few people."

Nod in autumn, "not difficult. Then don't you?"

Liu Zong sighed.

Kind of autumn clenching.

Liu Zong quickly hugged his fist and returned, and couldn't help but ask: "Do you want to leave the country? If you leave, you may have a chance to come back, but if you don't leave this time, there will be no chance to fly."

The autumn is shaking his head: "My heart is in my hometown."

Liu Zong always clenched his fists and never let go.

Kind of autumn smile and sly, gently press Liu Zong's hand, turned and left, and walked down the city.

The little boy squinted at the back of the autumn and shook his head.

Tang Tieyi quickly followed up with the autumn.

The cloud mud monk stepped out of the city and fell outside the city, holding a blue dress and rushing toward the direction of the Yak Mountain.

Above the city, there is not much left.

Zhou Fei said to Lu Wei: "First take Zhou Shi to hide, and it is best to leave Nanyuan Country. The farther the better. Once I leave the Huanfufu, no one can stop the Chen Ping."

Lu Hao and Zhou Shi did not hesitate, so they plundered the city, bypassed the Yak Mountain, and went to the Nanyuan country border.

In the end, there are only four people, a small road boy carrying a huge gourd, Huangting in the Taiping Mountain, and a "Zhoufei" in Yuguizong, and Liu Zong, who is born and raised in the garden.

Xiaodao Tong looked at a stone bridge in the city, where he was hiding from the arm of Sancheng Yuanshan. He was full of sarcasm, yawned, shaking the rattle at random, and the third drum rang.

Do not appear in this city, Cheng Yuanshan is equal to the bamboo basket to fight water, can not fly, there is no additional opportunity.

A glimmer of light slammed down and shrouded Liu Zong. The whole person disappeared instantly and nothing left.

Xiaodao Tong was obviously impressed by Zhou Fei, and leaked a little more secret. He whispered: "That Chen Ping, don't worry that he is doing something wrong here, oh, he still has to suffer."

Zhou Fei looked blank and smiled. "Thank you."

The second light column fell on the human side. Zhou Fei stayed longer than Liu Zong for a long time, his figure was vague, and he was happy to say goodbye to Huang Ting.

Xiaodao Tong smiled and looked at the frowning Taipingshan Road. "Is it very worried about my situation?"

Huang Ting sneered: "You go back and tell my ancestors, you don't have to spend money, for up to ten years, you can't do it on the right side. I can do it. When it is time for me to break through, I want to flesh and return to the world."

The little boy smiled and played with a little toe, carrying a golden gourd so big, and began to hang up and "fly up". There was no light column, and it was like a dog, and slowly went to the sky...

When Huang Ting glanced at it, he did not want to see the picture again. This kind of childish activity was also made by this little rabbit.

In Nanyuan Guojing City, there is a skinny little girl who sold books, bought two pieces of clothes, and the rest of the copper coins, ordered a large table of food that would only appear in the dream, gorging, for fear of eating slowly, that is, eating big Losing, sitting in a chair, I need to raise my **** to get the delicious dishes across the table. She is greasy and feels that she has never been so happy.

A child named Cao Qing was taken to Tuen Mun by a team of officers and men. There were four straw mats on the outside of the lobby, covered with four white cloths. The child is so mad that he is there, and he does not say a word.

Under a bridge, Arm San Cheng Yuanshan is still waiting, waiting for the second drum sound of the sound of the sky.

There is a scholar of the Han nationality. After hearing that he was not far away, he was dragged by his friends to join in the fun. He was already surrounded by the people. The scholar only heard that he was a pretty woman. He thought that when she came back, she must She said that the tragedy, the most important thing is to ask her to go out less, and now the two are struggling, do not tighten, do not have to go to the relatives, and borrow money to buy books for him.

After flying all the way back to the street, after turning into the alley, Chen Ping's footsteps were heavy.

When I entered the city, even if there were so many masters standing on the city.

Chen Pingan still wears a white dress, a hanging jug, and a long sword in an invincible position that has never been seen before.

However, at this moment, in the face of a market house that was attached to the cheap Spring Festival couplet, Chen Pingan raised his hand several times and fell down without knocking.

Chen Ping did not know.

The old man stood behind him and looked at him.

The old man wants to "know" two things.

How do you know yourself?

How will you look at the world?

Chapter end