Sword of Coming Chapter 674

Chen Ping'an and Twisting went to a cage.

A middle-aged man sits cross-legged, barely breathing, skinny and skinny, but his fist is strong, and the strands of solidity are condensed into a substantial fist, such as countless tiny dragons, entangled in the mountains of the human body.

A real faraway journey.

In the battle before Chen Ping'an came to the Great Wall of Jianqi, this pure Wufu in the wild world killed six people with swords, one of whom was Xianxian.

The man opened his eyes and asked, "Kill me here?"

Chen Ping nodded.

The man glanced at the woman sewing man behind Chen Ping'an, and calmly said, "Take your own head."

The ugly woman who is not a ghost or a ghost, knows that she is defeated, and the woman's means are ruthless, which has caused him many crimes.

Chen Ping'an said, "Ask for a punch, and you will be born and die."

The man sneered: "A pure warrior with a sword of the Great Wall wants me to be a sharpener? I'm afraid that if I punch down, you'll hold the pussy's waist and cry. Haha, unfortunately this **** looks like it Not pretty. "

Chen Ping'an said, "Senior Twisted Core, close the prison door. When you die, open it again."

Twister closed the door, and a raster fence of swords appeared. Inside the cage were two martial artists.

The man stood up, "It's crisp."

Chen Ping-an fisted: "The world is vast, Chen Ping-an."

The man froze slightly and hugged his fist: "Jinxi City in the wild, Hongyin."

One traveled far away, and one golden body bottleneck, punched almost simultaneously.

Inside the cage, the fists are raging.

In a short time, they handed out dozens of punches to each other. Chen Ping mostly used his fists to dissolve the opponent's boxing, defended more attacks, and eventually swept his waist with one leg, and his feet remained rooted in the ground, but he moved out more than a foot Hong Yin stepped on the ground and approached, but Chen Ping sideways, one leg lifted, bent her knees to kick Hong Yin's abdomen, and changed her strength. She actually pressed Hong Yin directly to the ground with one leg.

Chen Ping didn't chase with the trend, but retreated two steps. After losing with one hand, he turned his fist into a palm and placed it in front of him.

The boxer sank slightly.

His fist is slowly rising.

Hong Yin, who was unaffected, patted the ground with one palm, turned over, and asked, "Is this the end?"

Chen Ping'an said: "I know your roots, but you don't know my bottom line, so let's try it out. From now on, I will give you a hundred punches, try my punches lightly, and after that."

Hongyin twisted the joints of the whole body including the wrist, spine and ribs, such as turning over the back of a fish, exploding the fist boxer, and pouring out his thoughts.

Earlier, he really tried to change his punches, and Hong Yin laughed at this time: "If you really want to say this, you have to be in the Nine Realms."

Men only heard that the pure martial arts in the world of Hao Ran was constrained by congenital body.

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "I haven't traveled far away. But on the battlefield, killing Hou Yimen was not so expensive that it hasn't healed completely yet. But I can tell you that I'm against the enemy and injured. No injuries, never hinder. "

Hong Yin walked slowly, Chen Ping An just stood in place, and even his sight did not shift, let Hong Yin walk out a short arc course.

Hongyin, as a very powerful long-distance travel destination, has naturally heard of Hou Yimen, who is very fancy in his outfit. Hongyin has never seen each other, but he has heard of it. He likes to wear bright red armor, wearing a purple winged crown. Two extremely long mules, all over the body, are heavy treasures. Therefore, Hong Yin's heart was quite disapproving of Hou Yimen. As a pure martial artist, he should have no foreign objects, only his fists. For example, the young man with bare-footed sleeves in front of him is refreshing and pure.

Hongyin asked: "Haoran Wufu's capture and killing, isn't Chengdu like you, you have to explain it before you hit it? Is this weird?"

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "Just let you punch out faster before you die."

After a pause, Ping An still treated him frankly. "You haven't shot for too long, you are unfamiliar with fists and feet, and your mind is too far away from the cage. The fist is far from the pinnacle. What's the point of killing you with just a few punches? "

Hongyin no longer spoke.

Wu Fu asked the fist, the reason for the size, only to see if the fist is not heavy, the boxing is not high.

Since then, within one hundred punches, Hong Yin has punched out quickly, with a momentum like a whale swallowing Hong Hong, worthy of his name.

A knee hit the opponent's chest, and the young man in the blue shirt slipped out dozens of steps, but only put out a boxing frame without punching, and a spine such as a dragon's vein shook off all strength.

At the same time, Hong Yin punched the opponent's shoulder fiercely, taking advantage of the slight gap in the body shape of the opponent, Hong Yin's fist soared and hit him close, hitting the young blue shirt almost hit the sword grating bar.

But the other person's eyes, complexion, and even fist, almost dead, still.

Hongyin's last leg swept the opponent's neck, making the opponent's figure reverse a few laps, and finally he propped himself on the ground with his head facing the feet and the sky, his body still.

Keep your eyes closed, and the rest of your left hand.

In the last few punches of the hundred punches, Hongyin twisted his body shape, and his long arm fell, and the young man flew out. The latter fell flat, fell with two fingers, and turned several times. This is the case. Position, just avoided the punches from Hong Yin's culling, and finally the young man stood still, just on the straight line between Hong Yin and Twisted Core.

Hundred boxing has been studied, and Hong Yin is not trying not to be born and die instantly, but Wufu's intuition, making him afraid to approach the other side casually.

Hong Yin stopped and was surprised, and Twisting was very curious.

As a practitioner of Jinjiazhou's half-field cultivation, Twisted Core has been walking around for hundreds of years, and is also a sewman who is looking for a good "satin". He is no stranger to the pure martial arts of the vast world, which is the Jiujing martial arts. After a rush to meet on the narrow road.

When did a young man in his thirties be so grateful? Moreover, the distant martial arts warriors and mountain top masters that Twisting has seen are mostly imposing. Even if Shenhua is restrained, his fists are successful, and he returns to true, once he punches and fights, it is also a heroic spirit of landslides, never young This kind of punching ... is light and calm.

Since then, the two sides asked for punches, and twisted the core to find some clues. Chen Ping's choice was even stranger, as if he changed his mind.

Hong Yin played very heartily, and Chen Ping was still up to the point, but he evaded very little, mainly blocking.

After about a moment of fragrant incense, Hongyin suddenly closed his fist, wondering: "I have changed two Wufu's anger, you have always been against the enemy with one breath?"

Chen Pingping wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth with his thumb and answered, "I'll come to you again in two days to discuss."

Hongyin shook his head, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "It's OK to look down on Jinxi City Hongyin, Wufu is not as good as anyone, and he can't afford admiration from adversaries, but can you Chen Pingren look down on Wufu ?!"

Chen Ping'an was silent for a moment and nodded: "The seniors are reasonable."

Chen Ping'an finally changed his mouth and was pure and angry. The external fist frame seemed to be loose, the shape of an ape, the dragon inside the school, propped up with a kind of autumn "peak" fist frame, and started directly with the god-man cymbals.

Wu Fu Hong Yin, before his death, looked like that hooked fish, suddenly relieved.

Old rules, twisted core to collect the body.

But this time Chen Ping'an didn't look on, just sat outside the cage and drank.

Many sewing methods have long been familiar with the heart, but twisting the core seems to be idle, and asked: "How did you practice this boxing?"

Chen Ping'an turned his back to the cage and slowly said, "People who teach me boxing do not like to talk about boxing. There are only a few sentences, one of which is never forgotten.' I fist in the sky, no one is in front of me. '”

Twister nodded and said, "That martial artist, so brave."

after that.

Chen Ping'an went to the next prison, where the demon was detained. It was a Jin Dan bottleneck sword repair.

A Jin Dan bottleneck sword repair comes from a sword sect named Xi Zong.

Zongmen, where sword repair is the foundation of the barren world, is one of the few, which is very different from Haoran. It is not just a sword fairy who can go to the Five Realms to open a school in the barren world. Can't hold it. The wild monsters in the wild are rampant and unscrupulous. Among them, they are most disgusted with the sword Xiuzong door. Take a slap and kick a few feet. After all, Jianxian and Jianxiu are the most expensive. Therefore, the big monster does not kill people. It only harms the landscape. Who can stand this toss.

Therefore, every sword Xiuzong gate in the wild world, as long as it survives the centuries at the beginning of the grass-roots creation, is an extremely powerful mountain force.

According to the secret files of the Summer Palace, Xi Zong once hid the sword immortal of the Great Wall of the Sword. Later, his identity was revealed and he was brutally besieged. He used several insidious secret methods to detain the soul of the sword immortal and forcibly requested the method of sword practice. In the end, Jianxian was refined into a puppet with some psychic remnants, but still obedient to others. He appeared in the siege battle, and was beheaded by Li Tumi, the chief of the Yan family.

In this cage, after letting the twist core open the door, Chen Pingan applied for his account number and only said the word "Ask Sword", and then he sacrificed the bird in the cage.

I never thought that Jin Dan's bottleneck sword repair, he could not afford to kneel directly, he was stubborn, and would like to make a pledge of allegiance to Chen Ping'an in exchange for his life.

Seeing that the young man was indifferent, the sword repairer was decisive. He was willing to break the root of the road, strip the innate flying sword, and donate it to Chen Ping An. He just wanted to stay in this cage and stay alive.

The ancestor of the Emperor Zongzong's ancestral sword repaired the battlefield, and the sword was extremely elusive. A destiny flying sword "Tianxuan" has two types of destiny. The place where the flying sword passes, there is no flying sword, only extremely subtle. The sound of mosquitoes and mosquitoes flapping wings, if it sounds near the ears of people, it still seems to be moving, and it trembles violently in the Qifu acupoints of people, naturally it is the great lethality of a thunder, and The sound of Feijian's thunder naturally contains the true meaning of the five thunders. The most indefensible part is that the enemy notices the Feijian and needs to listen to the sound to identify the position. However, once the sound is heard, the Feijian will quickly plunge into the sword to repair the body.

As soon as the sword gas moved, within the small world of the human body, all the wind, thunder, and rain were all made.

It was precisely because the flying sword repaired by the demon sword was too counterintuitive that he was specifically targeted by the two sword immortals of the Jianqi Great Wall and was detained in jail.

After Chen Ping'an got the "Heaven", he put away the bird in the flying sword cage. Regarding Zong Zong's secret sword practice method, there are some records in the Summer Palace, but Chen Ping'an asked it again, and he found many omissions.

Chen Ping'an and Kuixin looked at each other immediately, and she immediately understood and went to jail.

At the same time, a small and exquisite Yin God traveled far and wide, holding ten "embroidery needles" with various towing brilliance.

Knowing that he was going to die, Jian Xiu hated and cursed Chen Ping An.

Twisting was more satisfied. Previously, he asked the boxer for that drink. Wufu Hongyin died too much, and he complained too little about the young hermit officer. It was not a good thing.

Twisting the core's sewing method not only involves three souls and seven souls, but also gathers resentment.

Chen Ping'an stood at the gate, took another sip of wine, took a sip, and was very frugal. You ca n't wait until you really suffer, but you ca n't drink.

Twister fiddled with the sword Xiu Jindan, and said casually: "You can't do everything right in his position."

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "These things have long wanted to start. Where do you need a reason to kill the demon in the Jianqi Great Wall? It's the same as a hermit. It's just uncomfortable, but you're too low, and now you are on any throne. The big demon is a death. Not to mention them, it is extremely difficult to confront a Yuanying Jingxiu. It is even more difficult to die than the last sword fairy. It is too difficult to become a sword fairy. "

Twisted smiled: "At a young age is the Five Realm Sword Repair, I don't think it's too difficult."

Chen Ping was dumb.

Sewing people are so rare that they are so funny.

Earlier the deaf child had three money and blood with the loach, and the young hermit officer was not a human.

The old deaf child also had a couple of pounds of flesh with the younger Luoluohe junior. Anyway, he received a so-called master boy Lang, who also seemed to be able to cook and cook. There was a pot of good wine. The so-called loach stew of tofu by Young Yinguan is really an immortal day.

As for the title of the owner of the saucy boy, will the old deaf take it seriously? Really think that you are eating ascension from Zhai Nian Buddha?

The boss Jianxian did so, but it gave melancholy a chance, at most it was a talisman. As long as the teenager did not have the ability to catch the opportunity, the 100-year period was over, and life and death were extremely clear. Replaced with the smart Du Shanyin, the old deaf child can now figure out how to dispose of Du Shanyin a hundred years later, so it is called a silly man to have a silly blessing. You Yu is too stupid, old Deaf children are embarrassed to do it because it is not very interesting.

And Yu Yu's identity as master and servant is even more serious, which is where the young man's real life lies.

Therefore, it is still good to read more books, as the young hermit said personally, don't improperly take a leap into the realm.

Youlan was grabbed by the old deaf child's shoulders, left the dungeon that nearly choked him, and walked around several demon corpses and broken golden bodies of gods. As far as his sight was concerned, it was a treasure of geomantic feng shui, streams that brought peace to the youth. Alas, in front of the hut near the river, a huge grape stand is set up, with lush greenery, covering an area of ​​acres, in a row of green, and the clothes are all made of blue.

With each breath of the gloomy, I feel relaxed and happy. It is a mysterious feeling that the aura and sword energy have been washed. It can make people skip the refining link directly. The more so, the more afraid the juvenile is, he is afraid to breathe. . After all, they are the guests who visit the house, and the teenagers dare not make trouble.

The old deaf laughed: "Just the tuna guidance, it's not bad for you. The little fish swims in the river, and it can't be drunk."

The old deaf stopped, "The master hasn't come back yet, let's wait a moment."

Youlan nodded hard and was very nervous.

Because the seniors around him told him the identity of the sword fairy, the criminal officer.

An ancient official position that has disappeared for many years in the history of the Jianqi Great Wall is one level with the hermit official.

The old deaf child did not elaborate, but only talked about the prisoner Jianxian, who felt guilty and felt invisible.

In the other direction, the two walked slowly along the stream. It is the faceless sword fairy, and the young man Du Shanyin.

Du Shan's yin waist hung a few small bags made of silver silk threads, revealing the golden light, shining like a glow.

The old deaf laughed: "No wonder."

In this world, the two corpses of the demon and the deity are in the invisible river of time, and the corpses are constantly decaying, eroding, and peeling, but those gods' golden bodies are occasionally accidental, such as piles of golden sand, more Rare is a piece of gold body. The young hermit previously traveled, but she had a bad luck and didn't see it anywhere. Instead, she was a young man Du Shanyin, who followed Jianxian's tour and returned with a full load.

The sword fairy would never take the initiative to destroy the idea of ​​the corpse of the gods. Every day, he just waited for the sky to drop money, and then bent down to pick up the money.

Presumably this time with Du Shanyin to travel, but also to see how the boy's luck.

There was a woman smashing the bluestone cutting board next to the stream, hitting the clothes with a pestle, Du Shanyin shouted, she looked up, her appearance was glorious, and she was not beautiful.

Du Shanyin was suddenly lost, and there was a sacrifice of raccoon yarn, holding a bamboo basket, standing beside a woman who pounded clothes, with bright eyes smiling, seeing the juvenile being indifferent, the laughter became more irresistible.

Swordmaster Xian nodded with the old deaf.

The old deaf then walked towards the grape stand with gloom.

Below the grape stand, the height was different, and a delicate porcelain cup hovered, as if waiting for the grape to fall into the cup.

A colorful December flower **** wine glass, painted with twelve women, and wrote twelve poems.

The old deaf laughed: "In that vast world, in addition to women's flower gods, there are actually twelve men's flower gods, all of them are heroes and beloved. They are mostly immortals and literary heroes. And he wrote an amazing poem about the history of a certain kind of flower. A Liang leaked the secret and said that the birth of these ancient masterpieces was not all hand-made, and it was indispensable for the flowers and goddesses to help. The next night tour is enviable. "

The teenager was gloomy, but he felt that he was listening to heavenly books.

On the side of the Jianqi Great Wall, the old deaf child occasionally went to the head of the city, pretending to be deaf and dumb, without saying a word, at most when he met A Liang, he would only utter a few words.

In fact, just looking at the inscription on the Tian Tian and the conversation between the old deaf child and Chen Ping'an, you know that this monster who has risen to the top of the field is very knowledgeable.

The short white-haired boy, carrying a pair of white skeletons like a jade skeleton, walked as if flying, running across the bank of the stream.

Bone feet, crackling, dragging to the ground.

Obviously a pair of immortal remains of golden leaves and jade leaves, do not know where to dig out.

The criminal officer covering the whole body with a cloud of mist turned his head to look at the other side of the demon.

The white-haired boy immediately stopped and looked across the river with a grinning smile: "Just for the two honorable heavenly pride sons, send a greeting, congratulations. Send one today, and Minger will make up another. "

The old deaf child laughed.

The sword fairy didn't speak.

The boy with white hair solemnly said: "I swear as the grandson of the hermit official and the grandfather of the deaf! Just go and take a peek at their heart and lake, and if there are any sneaky moves, they will be hit by five thunder.

He aggrieved, "Just a few glances, really just a few glances. It's been too long, too long, and I haven't seen the scene of the barren world and the Jianqi Great Wall."

This turned into a demon, turned to look at the two young children, "My surname is Wu, Kou Tianwu, and ye ye. My name is babble, my babble is babble, and my trivial words are hard to say. You two just call my full name. "

Neither the old deaf nor the criminal officer would belittle this alienated demon.

Really an annoying neighbor.

The white-haired boy was still entangled, and Jianguang flashed.

The boy with white hair lost the white bone and ran. Every time he condensed into a human shape, he was crushed by the sword-like sword light. After dozens of times, away from the hut ten miles, the sword light no longer followed.

The white-haired boy hovered in the wind, sorrowful.

Because one inch Yu Jianguang is not far away.

This is the flying swordsmanship of the criminal officer. As long as the sword fairy is willing, Jianguang can hunt down the alien demon for years.

The white-haired boy raised his hands. "Little obedient, go home, I don't bother you, I'll go to the hermit master."

He said go.

Flashed away, came to the prison steps.

Jian Guang did not follow.

The "infant child" of Wu Qing snake and Pei Jian walked slowly, failing to enter the state of mind of the two teenagers.

He observes other people's memories, such as paintings, paintings, paintings, and blurred pictures, which are white drawings. The shallower the memory of a person, the more blurred the picture, and the deeply remembered things are painted, like the real things in the real world. Complete now. The method of transforming the outer demons does not stop there. There is also a way of mentioning the pen. The higher the monk's realm, the greater the magic power of the outer demons. You can even tamper with and smear the scrolls that others treasure in your heart. Forget it, or suddenly remember it.

The reason why the Lord of the White Emperor is a man in the magic road was greatly jeopardized by the monks on the top of the mountain, which is to master the Tao.

However, there are still many "irrational" means of that city lord. This alien demon is also fascinated. I would like to visit the city lord of Middle-earth Shenzhou to learn about the ways.

It 's just here that you ca n't get out of trouble.

Have some fun.

Anyway, Chen Qing has agreed to himself, as long as he didn't directly hit the young man, borrowed other things, and the previous temptation, nothing happened, and there were two more opportunities.

The white-haired boy chose two, the flat-faced fox charm and a mortal monk of the next Five Realms.

Master Yinguan, after all, is a man, and depending on his costume, he is also a scholar.

There are many desires in life, with the most lingering passions, men and women. Everyone is obsessed with morality, and shackles are the most common.

The fox charmer came from a fox cave in the wild world, but unfortunately there were only seven tails, and the path was shallow.

The white-haired boy came to the cage where the fox charm was being held, and before the other party noticed something different, he had already gone to her heart lake and rummaged through the book.

After a while, he shook his body out of Fox Charm's physique, but only applied blinding techniques, shook his head, and couldn't bear to look at it. It was too clumsy. No wonder the young man was unmoved.

Fox charm is still unaware.

The boy with white hair said to himself: "The next time you see that Chen Ping'an, you will return to your original appearance, face to the sky, and your clothes will be neat."

"I will help you compose a sad and sincere story. For example, you come to the Jianqi Great Wall to meet a loved one."

"Then I will send you an extra magical power, use the method of colorful corpses, practice color refining, and then help you secretly create a current account. There is only a little chance of winning. Blame the kid for being too calm, and his mood is too weird."

Regardless of the material, the corpse of Yanxu Corps does not matter how it is refined. Whether it is a red gauze tent, a step bed, or an embroidered embroidery, it is always called a romantic tent.

This transfigured demon randomly occupied the charm of a seven-tailed fox, and began to draw and paint, and suddenly laughed.

Monks, I am my life?

Is it too high on yourself?

After killing a monk who was not a sword repair monk, Chen Ping'an, covered with blood, lay on the ground, panting heavily.

Twister threw him a porcelain bottle, and then she got busy and said, "Hurry up but not up. It's right to kill Jin Dan first."

Chen Ping'an said: "I have to find a place to stay here, the one that can be meditative."

Twisting said, "Then you have to find the other demon, he is good at turning reality into reality."

Chen Ping nodded and said, "Since you can't hide, you won't hide."

Twisting continued to clean up the mess, saying, "We will start work soon, and tell you the doorway of the sewing person, so you have to be mentally prepared to avoid rushing and unnecessary headaches."

Chen Anping immediately sat up.

Twisting said: "The thing at hand is to start by carving your eyes. But I don't like it, please tell you something lighter."

Chen Ping'an smiled bitterly and nodded.

Twisting core slowly said: "According to the rules of the sewing person, the body and the world are divided into three veins of mountains, water and air, the bones are mountains, the blood is the water vein, and the spiritual energy is integrated into the soul as the air vein."

Chen Ping'an said in a deep voice: "I beg you to talk to the seniors, and the more trivial the better."

It can help each other to testify with his predecessor Li Er.

At the subtleties of the human body, there are numerous barriers, just like a vast geographical map.

The twist core talked about the details, with a lot of words, then raised one hand, spread out the palms, the skin grew very fast, and soon became the same as ordinary people. "For example, the five fingers are mountains, the palms are lined with water, meandering. This is the pattern of mountains and blasphemy. If you look at the palm prints, you can also think that the heavens and the earth are in the palm of one hand. Come? "

After waiting for Chen Ping'an to ask the magical powers in charge of the mountains and rivers, this is a magical power method he has been thinking about for a long time, and twist core has changed the topic. She has raised her palms and spread her five fingers. The shape chart can also draw the Five Thunders Falun Yunyun, or you can paste the yellow technique, refine the five elements, and you can also write the divine green words. There are only six fingers. There are six kinds of words that I am good at. The ancestral ancestor of the Sewing Man has excellent talents, and no one comes after. He uses the method of stacking to cast several mysteries into a furnace, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands with rain. Yufeng went to Longhu Mountain, and with only one palm, he could perform the Five Thunders, and it would be dark. "

Chen Ping'an said tentatively: "I once saw an allusion in a manuscript of a writer, saying that someone had tattooed hundreds of poems of a great poet on his body. Is it the secret of the sewn man?"

Twister was silent for a moment and said, "My brain is sick."

Chen Ping'an nodded and echoed, "Indeed. I thought so."

Twisting core continues to elaborate on the various secrets of the sewing person.

Chen Ping'an took out raising the sword but did not drink alcohol.

Twisting asked casually, "Why do men like to drink alcohol. Especially the monks, how wrong it is to drink alcohol."

"The Jianqi Great Wall is no better than us. Even if we break through the border, we may not be able to live a long time. There are a few land fairy repairers who will squat by the road to drink and eat pickles."

There will no longer be such a picture between heaven and earth.

Chen Heping hesitated, thinking of her in her heart and smiling, "A woman is wine, so no need to drink."

Chen Ping-an leaned back and forgot who said it. Teenagers like girls, and they drink glutinous rice wine. The taste of the wine is actually not heavy. After growing up, men like women. If they drink shochu, they accidentally burn their liver and intestines. At the age, the old man missed the woman, and it was winter, warming a pot of rice wine.

Twister turned her head and quipped, "I will talk less with women in the future."

Chen Ping'an laughed: "Then I will change it later."

Except for Ning Yao, I could never say anything without words.

Chen Ping'an closed his eyes and sewed his clothes in prison, knowing that he could not rush, but after all, he would want to leave early.

At this moment, the transfigured demon is staring at a monk from the lower five realms.

And the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the battle is imminent.

Big sun shines on the city head.

The old Taoist patted the sea of ​​clouds like the largest futon in the world with one hand, and waved to the suspended Da Ri with one hand.

The vast sea of ​​clouds scattered first, and then condensed into a golden deity. The old Taoist man waved his sleeve and fell on the battlefield.

Above the line, the real monsters appeared and collided with the gold gods.

The monk in shackles shook his shoulder and shook off a lion bug that had been refined into Buddhist scriptures.

The Confucian sage is sitting in a critical position and the sun is right, suitable for drying books.

The title has a natal word, and the opening meaning is also around that natal word.

There are countless siege monsters in the wild.

On this day, Chen Ping'an sat cross-legged outside a cage.

After Twisting with both hands, she stared at Chen Ping's eyes.

Her Yin **** is carefully carving a young man's eye with embroidery needles.

The time of a tea has continued, so fine blood beads have condensed, and strands flow out of the eyes.

Twisting observed the mental state of the young man and said casually: "If this level cannot be sustained, sew on the back and advise you to give up. Don't close your eyes and move your eyes in the slightest, you will have to sacrifice your efforts, and weigh your consequences . "

As long as they survive, the sewing person has his own mysterious means to heal the wounds.

After a while, the twist core was slightly surprised, saying: "Yes, it seems that two things can go side by side. The eyeballs are based on the shallowest method of sticking yellow and killing the blue. But then, it 's not so easy at your spine. You mainly use the method of punching the knife. You have to inscribe on the joints of your spine with ninefold crickets, bird worms and weeping crickets. These are the techniques of stripping, and the more important technique of dressing. It's too early. If you think you can't hold yourself today, or if you think you can wait a bit, speak now and speak with me. "

Chen Ping silently remained silent.

Twisting core came to Chen Ping'an, his hands were used as knives, and the blue shirt and the skin were cut apart. He stretched his hands for a moment, his motion was extremely slow, and he pulled out the entire spine.

The woman bends her fingers, taps lightly, listens to her ears, and regrets, "You missed me so much, so there are so many minor injuries? Why don't they show up at all?"

Twisting core put the spine back in place casually, and his tone seemed to be complaining. "Without applying medicine, this pain hurts. I got used to it early. Can't you stand it? Take it easy."

That is, Chen Ping'an can not speak, but also maintains the withering state of ashes and the "stature of standing water" with the soul, otherwise he can't wait to twist the girl's head down.

A few days ago, a prison building appeared out of thin air, except for the four pillars.

Small like the kiosks everywhere on the road, but not all.

Chen Ping'an walked barefoot slowly.

Inside, the vision is wide, although in fact nothing can be seen.

The white-haired boy with a green snake hangs outside the building and asks, "What the **** is going on with you?"

Chen Ping'an kept pace and asked, "What do you mean?"

The white-haired boy angered: "Which one of the monks has such a fragile state of mind, as if it were a battlefield ?! Lao Tzu hit the wall everywhere ..."

Chen Pingping slowly punched and smiled, "There is king law in the Ming Dynasty, and ghosts and gods in the You, the Youming are all turbid, and the conscience is still in the heart. The sky is bright, the sun and the moon are bright.

Twisting core stood on a distant step and reminded: "Start."

Chapter end