Legend of the Great Saint

“Making love is really a smart and courteous woman, and I came here to make a good trip.” The last time Li Qingshan saw her, she was surrounded by a bunch of martial arts characters. She was worried about Grandma Simon outside all the time. Although she spoke, her eyes were on Hana Sheng's body. Goodbye Yu Zijian, but there was a small surprise.

“Thank you, thank you.” Yu Xiaoshan smiled with a smile on his face, but if he had any interest in it, how could Li Qingshan entrust his daughter to a murderer?

But then again, he thought that if Li Qingshan really had a heart, maybe it wasn't impossible. He had seen Li Qingshan's original appearance. He knew that he was only sixteen or seventeen years old. When he was with Yu Zijian, he also looked like this, in order to avoid strong enemies.

As already said, in the eyes of the old river and lake, the appearance of Li Qingshan is better than that of a white writer. Plus, the talent is also powerful and amazing, and look at this girl's mind!

But his thoughts are doomed to bear no fruit.

Because when Li Qingshan measured Yu Zishan, Yu Zishan also measured Li Qingshan.

The shadow of the casket almost completely concealed his dark face, leaving only one bearded jaw. He was wearing a yellow shirt, several sizes older than the average man, but he still couldn't hide his knotted muscles.

Which teenage girl is not pregnant with Chun, but is full of handsome men, handsome men, not such super fierce men, I'm afraid only hungry women will be enthusiastic about this type.

And when the sharp gaze out of the darkness swept past her, she couldn't help but tremble slightly and lowered her head. The gaze seemed to be somewhat dangerous and aggressive, which made her afraid to look directly.

This low head was not tight, and I saw the ground, full of pork bones and chicken bones. Obviously, the cow warrior was not idle when he was alone.

However, it really wronged Li Qingshan. Yu deliriously prepared the quality of this table table table, more than usual. What kind of roasted whole sheep, crystal elbows, halogenated beef, the taste is delicious, it is his meat eater's favorite, even has a steaming bear clap, the taste is also amazing.

He spilled his belly and ate a lot, but he ate meat that did not spit on bones, but chewed them up like beasts and ate them together.

Those bones on the ground were leftovers eaten by Xiao 'an. She followed Li Qingshan, and her tongue desire grew a lot. Eat up, chew slowly, and looked elegant, but not much slower than Li Qingshan, who swallowed a tiger.

She just never eats bones. Although she quenches white bones, she has no interest in animal cooked bones. In fact, what she eats does not enter the spleen or stomach at all. It is purely a taste.

Yu's insane attitude of respect made her directly consider Li Qingshan as an elder of the uncle's rank. It is impossible to create a relationship between a man and a woman.

“Purple Sword!” Yu fanatically pulled Yu Zijian's clothes and sleeves, Yu Zijian returned to God and raised his head: “The Bull Warrior is so proud.” Listening to Li Qingshan's thick voice, his heart stopped watering, but his heart felt a little familiar with the bull warrior, and he did not falsely think, “Where have we met? ”

Li Qingshan shook his head slightly and asked with a smile: "Do you have a hundred bagels on you? ”

“No.” Yu Zijian honestly said, "I was going to give her one, but she was afraid of being ungrateful and not accepting it. And I heard that if you go into a hundred households, you can get your own sachet.

“This is the first hundred buckets I've ever gotten. Let's give it to you as a gift!” Li Qingshan took out a slightly damaged hundred bags, just when he got it from Qian Yongyan's dead brother.

Though he thinks the girl is nice, he doesn't really have the delusions to send her a very precious gift to please her.

But the gift is too light and inappropriate, so it's good to use. It just so happens that he has a lot of bags that every gas refiner can't afford. These bags can't hold each other, they can only be stacked together on his body. He's about to become a disciple of the Bamboo Gang, and he's still an unprecedented dozen bags of disciples. This just handles one.

Yu was delighted with his delirious face, and for Baobao, he was also famous for a long time. It's harder to see than a psychic. Li Qingshan was so generous when he took the shot. He also felt that his hard work had not been in vain for some time.

“It's too expensive!” Yu Zijian hurriedly speculated and glanced at Yu Fanning. He wondered what this cow warrior had to do with his father. How could he have never heard of it?

Li Qingshan laughed: “I'm only afraid you might think it's worn out. If you don't like it, I have something else to change. ”

“That's not what I meant!” Yu Zijian hurriedly waved his hand, and Yu faintly coughed twice: “The Bull Warrior told you to take it, so take it! ”

Yu Zijian was happy to receive the worn out hundred capsules. She was in the same mood as Li Qingshan when she was born, and because of the worn out, she was able to accept it frankly.

Li Qingshan said: "There are still many people waiting ahead, you don't have to waste time here, go quickly! ”

Yu Jianxiao: “We'll leave first, if you need us, just give us the word. ”

They walked well, Li Qingshan took off the fitting and took Xiao An out of the bamboo basket and put him on his leg: “Let's eat! ”

Three tours of wine and five flavors of food.

Yu Maniac has been drinking reddish and is working with a friend who is happy with his door owner.

In front of the gate, a man with a face raised his head and looked up at the four words of Sword Ranch, revealing a hateful smile.

At the age of forty, he was wearing a gorgeous waist robe, a knife hung from his waist, and a pure gold swallow, with cat-eye gemstones, which made him extremely royal. It's as if Sheng was afraid that no one else would know he was rich and noble.

Then break right in.

“Who are you people!” “No invitations allowed.” The disciple guarding the door was just about to stop him. As soon as the man with a big sleeve brushed his face, he hadn't touched the disciples, and all the disciples flew into the door.

“Congenital masters!” Many of them came to the banquet to see the scene and shout. It's not just innate mastery that can exude true qi.

Mama-faced man stood in front of the Sword Hall, and under the sight of hundreds of guests, he shouted: “Yu fanaticism, you invited the Quartet, how could you forget to invite my old friend! ”

Yu Jianzheng heard the noise outside, and had driven out with a bunch of martial arts, looked down on the twelfth floor of the stairs, and took a breath of air: “Leprosy!” The martial arts beside them are all discolored.

At the table, the young man asked, “Who's the leper? I've never heard of it. ”

The old man, who knew the reason for Wulin's clap, whispered: "He was destined to be super crowded, he used a set of thirty-six magic knives of madness, and he was killed extremely harshly. He always seemed to belong with his enemies, and there were lepers on his face, so he was also called leper. ”

“What's his problem with the rest of the warriors? ”

“This Sword Hall, formerly known as the Crazy Knife Hall! ”

Back in the day, they fought for the hearts of a woman and risked each other's lives. Ma Chaoqun defeated Bei and went into the mountain forest without a trace. Yu fanatically took the woman as his wife, and based on this mad knife hall, he constantly grew his power and eventually unified Salt Mountain City.

How could it be expected that old enemies of the past would reappear after many years and have become innate masters?

Yu Jinxiao's color changed for a while, put on a smiley face, arched his hand: “Brother Ma, it hasn't been many years, are you okay? ”

Ma Chaoqun first laughed and laughed: “That's not what the Swordsman said. Where's your madness? Where's Purple? Tell her to come out and see me!” Suddenly he screamed wildly: “Zi 'er, I'm back, I'm already a genius! ”

But no one dares to laugh at his madness, the roar is full of innate air, shaking the hall, everyone's ears are buzzing and revealing horrible colors.

Yu sighed furiously: “Purple... she was gone many years ago. ”

Ma Chaoqun's eyes were red and his teeth were cut. “Is she dead? You must have killed her. She didn't like you at all. Yeah, she found out about you poisoning me, didn't she? ”

“What are you talking about? My father won't poison me!” Yu Zijianbeng stood in the crowd, listened to this speech, disobeyed at once, separated the crowd, and drank aloud.

“Purple?” Ma Chuaoqun stuck around and looked closely before realizing something was wrong with his age: “Who are you? ”

“I am Yu Zijian, my father's daughter, who are you, dare to come to the Wild Sword Mountain! ”

Ma Chaoqun suddenly said: “I am now in front of everyone to reveal the mask of this hypocrite. In the beginning, I was a first-rate master. Your father was just the best. How could his sword outnumber my mad knife? If your father hadn't poisoned him, could he have won? ”

“Purple Sword! ”

Yu Zijian was about to rebut, Yu cradled her: “Not bad, I couldn't beat you at the time! ”

“Dad?” Yu Zijian couldn't believe looking at Yu fanaticism.

The scene was noisy. Although not as tall as Yu Zijian imagined, Yu fanaticism was also a middle-class pillar of the White Lane. He had a name for himself.

Ma Chaoqun was stunned at first. I didn't expect Yu Jiaofang to admit it so painfully. "Everyone heard me! Little girl, you heard me, your father is something! ”

“But the poison, it wasn't mine, it was purple.” Yu fanatics next, but let the field calm down for a moment.

“My mother?!” Yu Zijian stunned, she was not very impressed with the mother who had died early, only remembered a beautiful woman who was very gentle but often sighed. Yu also often said that she was as kind as her mother.

Ma Chaoqun was thrown as if a boulder had been thrown in the heart lake, causing a wave of 10,000 hectares: “Impossible, this is all your nonsense. My sisters have always liked me. How can they hurt me? How can they hurt me! ”

The brush pulled out the lumbar knife, pointing to the leftover madness, and the above spiritual light swallowed up, it was a lower spiritual instrument. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)