sbdcsierra Chapter 191
Chapter 191
Huifeng and Chang.
Guangling is pleasantly colorful.
Fourteenth year of Voling, the third day of November.
Early morning.
The old willow head in a coarse linen shirt and wearing a cloak on his head, smoking a dry cigarette, walked out of the Wanchun Pavilion, the largest wind and moon place in the city of pity, and his expression was full of comfort.
After the old willow butt, he followed Zhao Shangjun in a moon-white robe.
Beside King Dawei, several inner refining martial artists followed closely.
‘There are more than ten imperial daughters in one night, and they are still energetic in the morning, and their faces are full of red light, worthy of the old immortal~’
Zhao Shangjun, who was ashamed of himself, was even more in awe of the old willow head, and said in a gentle voice: “Old immortal, where are we going now?” ”
When will the ‘opportunity’ you mentioned yesterday be given to the junior?”
“And when will you teach me the method of pressing the dawn fairy?”
Old Willow pondered for a short while, and said, “The thousand-year-old spirit turtle came out, and the bones of the group were heavy.
“Turtles are good things, they are full of treasure.”
“Flesh and blood can aphrodisiac, and bone shell can strengthen qi when it is medicated.”
Zhao Shangjun was stunned: “Old Immortal, you are a mess, why do you need to replenish your kidney?”
“Alas, old man~
” Old Willow sighed lightly: “You can easily achieve thirty consecutive slashes in Qixia Mansion before the rest of the month.
“After more than a month, I did everything I could, and I was able to cut twenty-nine.”
“Doll, don’t underestimate this difference, how many Wang Ba does the old man have to eat to make up for it.”
Zhao Shangjun: “The old immortal is so old and old, he still does not forget to maintain health, and the younger generation admires.” ”
A quarter of an hour later.
The top floor of the Inn is located by the window.
Old Willow drank more than ten cups of turtle blood wine in a row.
Then the ivory chopsticks in the left hand and the jade spoon in the right hand.
Face the stewed old turtle in the jade basin and put his hand down.
“The meat is tender and the soup is delicious, and the drops are very beautiful.”
Zhao Shangjun, who was sitting opposite the old willow head, asked in a low voice: “Old Immortal, in fact, the junior does not care about chance.
“I just ask you to teach me the Immortal Suppression Divine Skill.”
Old Willow: “How many strings of sugar gourds did you eat yesterday?”
Zhao Shangjun: “A total of fifty-seven strings of grass targets have been eaten.”
Old Willow: “Has there been a mysterious change in the body?”
Zhao Shangjun: “Does it count?” What about stomach acid? Old
Willow: “Thin, vomiting stomach acid, proving that your ordinary body is detoxifying.”
“Don’t worry, it’s a good thing.”
“As for chance, it is the Immortal Suppression Divine Skill.”
“In the same way, the Immortal Suppression Divine Skill is also a chance.”
Zhao Shangjun said excitedly: “Dare to ask the old immortal, where is my chance?”
The old willow twisted the turtle shell with both hands, cocked his orchid fingers, and sucked while replying: “And wait, the opportunity is on the way.” ”
Half an hour later.
The table of the eight immortals was piled up with turtle shells.
Zhao Shangjun was anxious: “Old Immortal, hasn’t the opportunity arrived yet?” The exorcism conference is about to begin! Old
Willow loosened his trouser belt, “What is there to see in the Laushizi Demon Eradication Conference, wait a minute, I can’t eat hot tofu in a hurry.” ”
Another half hour.
Bang.
Old Willow slammed the soup pot heavily on the table, raised his hand to wipe his mouth, and looked at King Wei with a constipated expression.
“Come on, come on, chance comes.”
“Whether you can grasp it depends on your creation.”
Old Willow struggled to get up on the edge of the table, and came to the window with a round belly.
Zhao Shangjun hurried to follow.
Condescending, “Where, old immortal, where is my chance?”
Old Willow said indifferently: “Look at the square.”
Zhao Shangjun held a palm under his eyebrow to block the harsh sunlight.
Cast your gaze.
The huge bluestone square of Mercy City came into view.
With just one glance, King Wei’s gaze firmly locked on the white-clothed young man who stood out.
Only because all sentient beings kneel and the young man grows up and stands tall.
After a dozen breaths, Zhao Shangjun’s eyes widened sharply.
Beside the white-clothed young man, the black-robed man with an extremely tall figure who should be a martial arts attendant.
In front of all living beings, he threw a punch at the eight Yanyulou disciples who were guarding the immortal god statue.
Zhao Shangjun saw eight male and female disciples, their figures flying like rag bags.
Died alive on the idol.
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One punch, all sentient beings are silent.
The common people, the martial artists, and the clan class kneeling on the ground like a swarm of locusts.
A woman in coarse linen, a young man with an iron sword hanging from his waist, and a rich man in brocade clothes.
There is also the sword-eyed and starry son, and the beautiful Zhumen Qianjin.
Even five or six-year-old children.
Everyone was like stone statues, and their faces were frozen with shock, shock, anger and other emotions.
The originally noisy square, near the street, is silent at the moment.
Some people stared blankly at the immortal god statue that was splashed with a large pool of blood, and couldn’t help muttering: “It’s the opposite of Tiangang~”
Zhu Jiuyin, who stared at the statue of the Lord of the Blooming Xia Cave Heavenly Cave, slowly withdrew his gaze.
“Swagger the three immortals, I will solve it as much as possible.”
“Your task is simple, find the girl as soon as possible.”
“Take advantage of the wind and stay away from Qingliang Mountain.”
The pig emperor’s face was rare and serious, and he nodded: “Don’t worry, this emperor has his own measure.” After
speaking, the tall figure of the pig emperor slowly retreated.
When everyone turned their gaze to the barefoot boy in white who actually looked directly at the immortal statue, he was in disobedience.
Zhu Jiuyin slowly pressed down his body.
Next breath.
Boom.
The sky is shattered.
The huge square is shattered.
Zhu Jiuyin’s long body was like a cannonball, like a swaying horse, and flew straight to the cool peak.
At the top floor window of the Inn Yuelai.
Looking at the three immortal gods that rumbled and collapsed.
Looking at the deeply sunken square.
Looking at the panicked downturned crowd.
There is also the bottom-up, diagonally chopping on the majestic cool white horse.
Zhao Shangjun, the king of the Great Wei Dynasty, couldn’t help but shout: “Lie in the groove!”
After a long time, Zhao Shangjun came back from his shock.
The autumn breeze blows.
King Wei suddenly shivered.
Look down.
I saw the naked body without an inch.
“What about my clothes~” raised
his hand and touched it, I don’t know when the shawl was distributed.
“I tie my hair and jade crown~” The
scabbard is inlaid with nineteen swords of great value North Sea cangzhu.
Longtian jade with 30,000 gold hanging from the waist.
There is also a moon-white silk coat.
Mutton fat jade crown.
It’s all gone.
Look back.
I saw the stunned attendant like a sculpture, and there was also the old fairy trace.
“Grass! The old god stick of heaven killing! Zhao
Shangjun, who was naked, naked, gritted his teeth.
“Beasts, don’t even keep the embroidered gold bottoms of this king, what a beast.”
Peeled off one of the attendants’ clothes and hurriedly put them on.
Zhao Shangjun went downstairs and rushed to Qingliang Mountain without stopping.
——
On the riot square, the Mu brothers and sisters did not see any trace of their Uncle Moxuan.
I stared blankly at the immortal statue that shattered not far away.
Recalling that Father Xuan had twice said that he wanted to kill immortals.
Mu Changchuan’s throat squirmed, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely.
“Father Xuan and Senior Nan Candle really want to destroy the immortals!”
Thinking back to that barren mountain and wild stack, and before, when Father Xuan said the word immortal, he couldn’t help but laugh and laugh.
Looking back now, it feels extremely harsh.
The frog at the bottom of the well is as pitiful and ridiculous.
Mu Nanxiang looked at the hanging horse training obsessively, and in the big black and white eyes, the thick and sticky spring wave seemed to flow out.
“Brother Immortal~”