The Gate Of Good Fortune

Ningcheng stashed the flying sword and punched it in place.

He realized the slightest slaughter in the gutter of the great axe residue, which made him eager to try the axe. But the flying sword really didn't take advantage of his hand, he used his fist as a giant axe.

“Boom...” Ningcheng's boxing axe took the kill and directly blew open the hidden residual killing intent in front of him, making a sound of boredom.

The kind of killer that haunts the surrounding area is like a burst of mud, splattered on all sides. Though the killer will come back again, it's long gone.

“Haha...” Ningcheng Haha laughed, stepped forward and grabbed the broken handle, “that's all. ”

He figured out this huge axe and then blew away the residual killings around him with his own boxing axe, feeling so happy. Of course, he knows that the giant axe that stays here at this moment kills more than one in 10 million of the axe of the axer, but at least by this time, the residual killer has been blown away by him.

Besides, he used his own boxing axe. It was precisely because he blew away the remaining giant axe with his own boxing axe that he could say nothing more.

In Ningcheng's view, even after countless years of walking, the traces of killing will not fade away. And the two men who fought here, apparently for a short time, the killings at the scene of the fight have dissipated ninety-nine percent. In a few moments, there will be no killing here.

Even if Ningcheng knew that he was a hundred and eighty thousand miles apart compared to others, after understanding the two kinds of killing intentions, he still didn't think so.

In the laughing room, Ningcheng had inspired Qi and reached out and pulled out the handicapped gun.

The powerful atmosphere immediately filled Ningcheng's senses, as if the long guns in his hand could blow up the surrounding heavens and earth. At this moment the whole heavens and earth are in his hands, Ningcheng knows this vision illusion, but he is still happy in his heart. As soon as the gun was in his hand, the heavy feeling made him understand that it was more suitable for him than a flying sword.

With nearly eight feet in length, Ningcheng unfortunately broke not only the handle, but also the head. Even so, Ningcheng still feels the gun is not easy.

Ningcheng didn't change places at all, stayed in place and started refining the gun.

A road ban was refined by Ningcheng, and the powerful atmosphere that haunted the outside of the rifle gradually faded. It is not known how long it has been since Ningcheng raised its long gun again and stabbed it out.

The surrounding air was buzzed by this gun, as if it had been quickly brushed through the air with an extremely thin willow. The air in front of the gun was completely separated at this moment after the gun was stabbed out.

The next moment, Ningcheng's gunhead shook and brought out twelve shadows, which were like a thin network of guns, completely netting the space ahead. In a flash, the ice chills, like a sticky liquid, making the actions of those in the process much more stalled.

Thirty-six shots of brown ice, that's the real 36 shots of brown ice. Ningcheng's heart was full of surprises. He used a long gun to carry 36 shots of brown ice. The power and power were far from comparable to the flying sword. At this moment, in the heart of Ningcheng, there are only two words to describe this Xuan Ice 36 gun, which is powerful.

Put away the long gun, Ningcheng is in a good mood. If he faces that musical tiger again, he is sure that he can kill each other without a seven-week ice needle.

Unfortunately, long guns are fractured and unable to stabilize their quality. When Ningcheng held it in his hand, it felt like it was just an obscene instrument. When he stabbed the gun, he felt that the quality of the long gun had risen to a medium caliber. And when he fired 36 shots of brown ice, the handicap seemed to have turned into a fine, if not superb, instrument.

Ningcheng has no doubt that this handicap may become the lowest level of psychic weapon once he demonstrates a more terrible marksmanship.

Ningcheng inferred that this handicap was definitely the finest magic treasure on a psychic device before it was broken. Moreover, refining methods are not unusual, guns are destroyed and residual restraints remain available to the treasure. Ningcheng has been in contact with fewer pharmacopoeia, he has seen some records, common law apparatus broken, difficult to reuse, must be repaired to reuse. The gun is broken and can also be used, indicating that the gun is manufactured differently from the common law instrument.

Ningcheng found a blue cloth that wrapped the gun around its back, either because it was broken or because it could be refined, but it could not be compared to a flying sword. The flying sword can also be enlarged by mindfulness control, but the handicap cannot be resized.

Ningcheng's storage bag has just over a metre of square space, and this handicap has exceeded two metres. Ningcheng can only hold it in your hand, except on your back.

The two killings of this trench have been understood, and Ningcheng has crossed the place at the fastest possible speed. Looking back at the large battlefield that he had left behind, Ningcheng's heart implicitly said that this opportunity really needed luck and strength.

He crossed the Da 'an Forest and actually got a long gun and learned two kinds of killing. Fighting has soared again, and this is not what the odds are.

……

“Auntie, I disagree.” Princess Giro answered without hesitation in the face of Ji Yaohe.

Don't say that her engagement with Ningcheng has not been dissolved, and she has promised that Ningcheng will never marry anyone in this world. Even without these, she doesn't intend to marry anyone else. At this moment in her heart, there is only practice, practice again. When she gets high in the future, she goes on a trip to Da 'an Forest to see why her parents can't get out of Da 'an Forest.

Now my aunt actually wants her to marry Donglan Zhenguo Shuijia's shuiyu. She didn't even think about it and refused.

Ji Yaohe immediately frowned and slowed down his tone as much as possible, "Luo Fei, the water family is one of the seven great families in Huazhou, and even one Xuandan has the power to repair it. That Shuiyu is the first day of the water family. What do we have in the Ji family? It's just the two of us now. Your spiritual roots are just double spiritual roots, and if you can marry a sailor, you can definitely get to a higher level in the future. Otherwise, even if we were at Meteorological College, it would be difficult to go any further. ”

After a pause, Ji Yaohe continued to bitterly say, "Besides, you have ruined your face. With the ability of a water family, you can definitely go to Middle-level Continent in the future. Once you get to Shinzhou, are you still afraid you won't be able to reconnect? And the spiritual root qualification of that shuiyu is better than yours. He's less than thirty, and it's already six layers of coagulation. There are not many of them, even meteorological colleges. Why don't you agree? ”

“Auntie, I have a husband, and there is no way about the water house. Besides, I ruined my face. In addition to looking for my parents, I had nothing else to read in my life. I asked my aunt to go back to the water house.” Giraffe cut the nail and cut the iron, "he said.

Ji Yaohao listened to Princess Ji and stood up angrily, "Princess Luo, do you know the consequences of rejecting the water man? There is no way we can stay at Meteorological Academy. Leaving Meteorological Academy, where do you think we're going? That Ningcheng doesn't have any roots at all. In a few decades, it's just a loess soil. Do you have to protect that loess soil? ”

Giraffe stood up slowly and said, “Auntie, I have lived with Ningcheng for more than a decade. I was not half sad when I carried him back, knowing that he had died in prison. When he woke up on my back, I wasn't half happy. But now, all of a sudden, I realize that he and I are closer. ”

Giroffe walked out of the room slowly, saying no more words. Her heart was sad. Ningcheng wasn't a thing before, but when he got out of prison, he left a mark in her heart.

If it was Ningcheng, would he let her marry a sailor for himself?

Aunt Ning left Ning Cheng in Qin. Can't Princess Jiluo know this is a murder with a knife? It's just that she can't change anything. Her fix is so bad, she can only wait for her fix to be tall before going to Ningcheng. If he dies, dress him up. If he's alive, wish him a better life, and she can continue to look for her parents.

She didn't borrow a knife to kill Ningcheng to hate her. After all, it was her aunt who did it for her.

But today, she finds herself wanting to be bad. Her aunt still doesn't think about her feelings when faced with interests. Why do you have to stay at Meteorological Academy? Can't we just stay at Meteorological Academy?

“Don't be nervous. Come with me. Just listen to me. ”

Ning Cheng's words kept her from forgetting. If Ji Yaohao was not her aunt, she would have left Meteorological College if she had treated Ning Cheng this way.

“Lao Fei, my qualifications, you know, just remember to avenge me after you leave...” That's what Ningcheng said when she let her escape.

Giraffe seemed to have returned to the land of Qin, and suddenly she felt that her aunt's affection for Ningcheng was not the same concept at all.

It's like Ningcheng has only one gold coin, and her aunt owns countless spirit stones, and her aunt gives her a spirit stone that is countless times more expensive than gold coins. Ningcheng gave her the only gold coin.

If this is the end, she feels better, after all, her aunt is close. But as her own aunt, she asked for this gold coin instead. At this moment, she finally felt that Ningcheng was more intimate than her aunt.

Giraffe walked out of the room, turned around and bent over to the room behind her, then stepped up. She's getting out of here, and for her, if even her aunt becomes stranger, there's no love left. (First and foremost, Sanjiang tickets are available every day, ask Sanjiang tickets to support our cultivation gates! Thank you, thank you)