"Oh," Zhu Jiuyin turned to hold "delicious food" and continued to work hard.
Not far away, Yang Jian looked straight at Qi Lingyun with a blade. "Didn’t your elders tell you where Qingfeng Mountain is?"
Qi Lingyun’s key point is that he is overwhelmed by the fear in his heart and can’t make any effort.
Laughing monk coughed hard and said hoarsely, "I, the Sword Sect of Shushan, are too clear to teach orthodoxy. If you are brave enough, kill us and wait for Qingfeng Mountain to be razed."
"Too clear saint door out of the bald? Still taught orthodoxy? That’s funny. "
Sun Wu couldn’t help laughing with a happy mouth, shaking his head and whispering, "Great, great, great, the little monk handed the claw to Yang Dage’s mother and incredibly still dared to speak out. It’s really reckless."
Fengshan? I am not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue. "
"Yes, baldness is not a good thing. You don’t keep your word."
Zhu Jiuyin burped after enjoying the "delicious food". I regret to take a look at the four truncated swords not far away, and I am reluctant to give up. I suddenly jumped to Sun Wu and took a sentence.
Sun Wu couldn’t help but take a look at Zhu Jiuyin’s smiling, simple and honest face. This fellow still remembers Lingshan’s story …
"ah! Second sister! Brother Xiao! You are a person, don’t let go! "
Jijinchan recovered and saw Yang Jian’s hands pinching Jilingyun and laughing monk’s necks, respectively, and hurriedly exclaimed that they swooped down and sacrificed the Qingfeng sword as a pledge.
Yang Jian anger extremely smile right hand loose lingyun fillip fly out of two firm but gentle blow fly sword into dust, a middle JiJinChan from half fall to move and then Pian refers to a sword forced out feet Xu Jianmang throughput.
Two Guanghua smiling monks’ arms fell into the dust, and they were banned by the Yuan God of Yang Jian Point Mud Pill Palace, and their neck bones were broken.
Yang Jian shook his arm and lay prone, and his body was splashed with a cloud of dust and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Ah …!"
Qi Lingyun screamed and ran to the monk’s side to check and pour out more than a dozen healing pills. He stuffed them into the laughing monk’s mouth with little effect and hurried to Qi Jinchan’s side to feed the medicine, push the palace, regulate qi and promote blood circulation.
Yang Jian negative hand watching JiLingYun busy high indifferent way "I’m not difficult for you a little girl these two will stay in the qingfeng mountain you go back and call your elders to lead people".
"You can’t make moves to a child. What is a master?" Qi Lingyun pointed at Yang Jian’s nose with a face of anger.
Yang Jian a face of cold so indifferent.
Sun Wu sneered at the sun, but said, "What senior and junior girls speak by strength in this celestial world? Besides …"
Paused and glanced at Ji Jinchan and continued, "It’s really interesting to practice children for hundreds of years …"
JiLingYun trembling lips way "nonsense! You … You … Points are magic … "
"That’s enough" Yang Jian a face of cold so way "don’t get out of here, you talk nonsense again, I’ll slay the three of you on the spot and then kill that shit sword-sending chicken and dog."
Ji Lingyun was driven by Yang Jian’s cold murder in his eyes to take a look at Ji Jinchan and the laughing monk with a fierce stamp and raise a rough flying sword to the southeast.
"What do you do with this many things? Just three little people killed according to my old meaning." Sun Wu didn’t catch the chance to make a face of resentment.
Deep in Zhu Jiuyin’s eyes, the concealer hung a clean face with a simple and honest smile and despised, "My monkey brother yo doesn’t keep bugs and shrimps, but what else can he use to hang big fish?"
"You are not stupid."
Sun Wu was surprised. He had long known that the pig looked silly, but in fact, it was more transparent than anyone else, and it was a fake thing.
"Fourth teacher younger brother, you take the little us back, and the little bald head will stay here." Yang Jian ordered a slow step.
"Okay," Zhu Jiuyin ran to Jijinchan with joy.
Sun Wu jumped up to Yang Jian’s side and shouted, "Brother Yang, let’s go back and drink, and then exercise our bones and muscles when those short-sighted things come."
Yang Jian slowly shook his hand and said, "Brother, I still have some things to do, so I won’t get along with Wu Xiandi. Please help yourself."
"What is it? The younger brother idle things just Yang Dage output "Sun Wu chest shot blaring.
"No," Yang Jian sneered solemnity. "No one has come to me for many years. Brother was about to go back and make some preparations to burn incense and sacrifice swords."
"The sword sacrifice is to kill people, and the Shushan Sword Sect came out of nowhere, and a few young players were so arrogant and really inappropriate."
Seeing Yang Jian’s homicidal appearance, Sun Wu is very sympathetic to the people of the Sword Sect of Shushan who are not easy to provoke, but he came to Qingfeng Mountain to die and provoke this deity.
"You can’t live if you have sinned." Sun Wu turned to look at the direction of Qi Lingyun’s departure, and his eyes turned to smile. The monk shook his head and felt very vicissitudes.
After Zhu Jiuyin pulled up the collar, he opened his big mouth and smiled, "Let’s go with your grandpa Zhu."
Qi Jinchan’s face turned pale and swallowed in horror, stuttering, "Demon … monster …"
Zhu Jiu Yin Qi knot no longer pays attention to the kid’s hard work to recover from the front two people.
Laughing behind him, the monk with two broken arms was lying in one place with a hoarse voice, humming and groaning. His eyes were scattered and his pupils were wide open to gawk at the spotless blue sky.
The reason why the imperial sword used to go through the clouds and now it falls and gets muddy.
Chapter two hundred and seventy-two Revenge of shushan