Legend of the Great Saint

Yu Jianxiao smiled bitterly: “You should have known that already, I never had a chance to touch your diet. ”

This was a long-standing suspicion in Ma Chao's heart, but he never dared look directly at it. He couldn't believe that the woman who grew up with him and was so gentle would do such a cruel thing to herself.

At this moment, it was suddenly confirmed that he had worked hard for many years to restore his faith in vengeance and suddenly became so sad and ridiculous that he couldn't help but crack his eyes, weep and roar.

Yu Zijian was so angry with him in his heart. He could not help but cry like a desperate beast in his heart. His sympathy for his college students: He must love my mother very much, and her mother is so wrong. If she doesn't like him, just tell him yes, why should she poison him?

“You... don't be sad, after all these years, you will find a better woman than my mother. ”

Ma Chao crowd heard that he stopped howling and looked at Yu Zijian. That beautiful face filled with true sympathy seemed to coincide with the face in his heart, muttering: “You look like her. ”

“Brother Ma, after all these years, we are all old and small. It is time to let go of these revenge. Today is the day to celebrate the purple sword becoming a gas refiner. She will go to the Hundred Sutras next year. You should sit down and have a drink.” Yu fanaticism suggests that they are not ordinary martial artists who have been slaughtered.

Ma Zhuoqun suddenly provoked his eyebrows and gave him a twisted smile, making him look even more ugly: “I want to compete with you again!” Then a finger of the Yu Zi Sword: “Bet is her! ”

“Bang”, Li Qingshan broke the chopsticks in his hand, "That's too low a limit! ”

He heard the noise outside the door before everyone else, and then ate while listening to the revenge of the river and the lake with great interest.

He's also quite sympathetic to this mahjong dude, who feels betrayed by someone he trusts, I'm afraid it's not very comfortable. At the same time, I was extremely disdainful of that "purple". I sacrificed my own ugly brother for the sake of the handsome man. It was really unnatural.

These two are also the kind of people Junjie, but they see such a thin woman. They really don't have high vision, but Yu Zijian is not as ruthless as her mother.

But hearing Ma Chuaoqun's final decision was a big disagreement, which was not only retaliatory fanaticism, but also retaliation against the woman named "Purple Child” and society as a whole.

Who do you think you are? Do you think you can do what you want by fixing it high? If you want to be an Inari Pavilion, you also have to ask people to agree or disagree.

“Never!” The rest of his mind was calm, his skin rose red, his sword pulled out and his eyes widened. Yu Zijian is the pearl on his palm. Whoever dares to touch her with a single hair, he dares to fight with whoever dares.

A choking noise, a sword draw in the field, not only the disciples of Sword Mountain Village, the guests who came here, although far away, can be counted as surplus fanatical friends. In this situation, if there is a force between the two sides of the knife, wouldn't you let Wulin be with you?

Anyway, there is only one person on this page. Even though he is a congenial master, he is not infinite!

“Okay, okay, okay!” Under the eyes of all the tigers, Ma Zhuoqun connected three times, with no fear on his face: “I have been practicing in Chidu Mountain for many years, just to wait for today, irrelevant people, etc., go away, whoever dares to stop me, wait for the revenge of Chidu Mountain! ”

“Ah!”

In this speech, he provoked an unexpected shout, a brain rushed into Li Qingshan's ear, he also looked strange, Chidushan? Is it true that this is the legendary Earl of Chicken Dushan?

Of course, the other people won't have the idea of Li Qingshan. No one here has ever been to Chidu Mountain. They don't even know where Chidu Mountain is, but as long as they are first-class experts, they won't have never heard of Chidu Mountain.

Qingdong Mountain, Chidu Mountain, Cemetery Hill Mountain, are three powerful cultivation sects. They are famous throughout Qinghe province and become Sanshan resorts. Among them are not only gas refiners, but also foundational monks who survived a holocaust, whose forces are known.

As long as ordinary people can join any one of them, it is as if the carp crossed the dragon gate, the identity is very different, no one dares to ignore the threat of horse supermasses, the gas refiner for the people of the river and lake, like the presence of the higher levels of the food chain.

Many of the people who had a more normal relationship with the rest of the fanatics quietly retreated, leaving only a few friends standing around him and hesitating on his face.

Yu Zijian's face was reddish and he was too ashamed to speak. Seeing this, he scolded: “If you dare to kill people, aren't you afraid of the Eagle Wolf Guard?” She was impressed by the wind of an eagle werewolf guard.

Ma Zhuoqun laughed: "Hawk Wolf Guard? Do they care if you people die or die? ”

Li Qingshan sighed softly, knowing that Ma Zhuoqun was right, he was the Eagle Wolf Guard middleman, and knew the way. The people who cultivate the inner power are a special group between ordinary people and practitioners, and the attitude of the eagle werewolf guard is very special.

Black Wind Village can slaughter village demonstrations, set the black list, and hawk werewolf guards have not paid attention for many years. But if a practitioner does this, it is a malicious event, which is dealt with directly by the leadership.

If the people of Jianghu have been exterminated, even if hundreds of people die, the Eagle Wolf Guard will at best randomly investigate, and it will not be taken seriously. When the people of Jianghu kill ordinary people, they are treated as ordinary people to indulge, and when they are killed by gas refiners, they are treated as gas refiners to ignore.

Under the sweep of Ma Zhuo's shady, sweeping eyes, Yumen swallowed a sip of spit: “Brother Yu, look...”

Yu Jianxiao arched his hands on all sides: “Today, I thank you for your dedication, but this is my personal grudge. I have nothing to do with you. Whoever dares to intervene will be my enemy at Rage Sword Mountain. I despise Yu Jianxiao! ”

Everyone showed emotional embarrassment. Yu Da Wan was really the hero, so he wouldn't embarrass his friends. It's even more despicable to look at Ma Zhuoqun.

Happy door advocates talking, or back off the side, Yu fanaticism falls in time, only the remaining purple sword, pulling Yu fanatical sleeve, admiration, and anxiety: “Daddy! Him, he's a gas refiner! ”

A first-rate expert against the second level of refining gas has no half chance of winning, and she has only recently taken the congenital Dan. Although it is already the first level of refining gas, if the fighting power is not necessarily within reach of this first-rate expert, it is not a rival of Ma Supergroup.

“Stop pretending it's a man, I'll give you three tricks!” Ma Zhaoqun is burning in anger. This page will buy people's hearts with false intentions. If it weren't for his tongue-in-charge, purple, how could she... look at Yu Zijian, his eyes and ease. His years of hard work will not be wasted, and there will be some compensation!

Yu Biao gently pushed Yu Zijian away: “Don't worry, go to the back!” Blink to Yu Zijian and turn your head to Ma Chao: “Leprosy, come on, let's fight again, see if it's your mad sword or my mad sword! ”

Yu Zijian was stunned, just in the middle of a war between life and death, but Dad told me to go to the back. What do you mean? All of a sudden, the only one who can save his life now is the Bull Warrior!

The door was blown open, the light shined into the pitch-black room, landed on the wide back of the spine, invisible dust was sinking, Li Qingshan carried a large cup of cassette, and was putting up a wine bowl, pretending to drink properly.

Yu Zijian seemed to see the lifesaving straw and said, “Uncle Niu, please save my father! ”

Li Qingshan almost sprayed the liquor out. How could he suddenly become an uncle, and still have the feeling of 40 years of land!

The so-called man, even to a woman he doesn't like, wants her to be fond of herself, not to mention he still has a fondness for the remaining purple sword, he can't help but feel a little depressed. There was a very slight laugh in the bamboo basket next to me.

Yu Zijian and Yu fanaticism have also seen a lot of the world. He knew how to get closer to the relationship, so he could ask for help. I didn't expect this esteemed title, but the effect was just the opposite.

Without waiting for Yu Zijian to speak, Li Qingshan said: “I heard everything outside. ”

“Uncle Niu, my father...”

Pfft, Li Qingshan put the wine bowl on the table. "I'm not your cow uncle, don't scream! ”

Yu Zijian's heart was grieved. Straight ahead, this cow warrior was afraid of offending Chicken Dushan, and refused to help him. But Yu's crazy life was only in the middle of nowhere. In order to save his father's face, he couldn't care less about his daughter's face. He shouted out: “Then I'll call you Uncle Niu, okay? Please...”

Li Qingshan's head goes next, “Whatever!” He kicked a bamboo basket, and Xiao An's laugh sounded so loud in his ear.

Yu Zijian also said he had promised to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes: “Thank you, Uncle Niu, let's go!” I can't help but drag his arm.

"'You heard your father,' said Li Qingshan. 'It's your own business. I can't get involved. ”

Yu Zijian's face turned white and fell softly on the ground: “So... what should we do? ”

Li Qingshan said: "But aren't you also a gas refiner? ”

Yu Zijian raised his head, a pretty face, like a pear blossom with rain.

Sword crossing, spark splashing, splashing together, and a bloody blossom from the rest of the fanatical shoulder.

Ma Chao's mouth made a pointless howl. He looked almost insane, but the sword in his hand danced like a storm. The forest chill pressed beyond a few lengths. The surrounding martial artists all showed horror and backed away from a large circle.

Yu Nervous also took a step back, each step left a footprint on the marble, he first attacked three moves, has reached the ultimate swordsmanship, forming a circle of heavy sword shadows in front of him.

But Ma Chaoqun cut the first knife into the circle of swords, wounded him, and then retracted the knife. He exhibited the magic knife technique used in that year. The compressed circle of swords shrunk in size, and retracted to three feet in front of him. (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.)