Chapter 767: Only breeze

"Really, wonderful!" He smiled and stepped back.
With a mysterious smile, the light flutters like a ghost, and then recedes with the shackles.
This is a good show.
From the extreme East China, the powerful Sui Dynasty, the three major defenders of the country, actually had disciples to the scene.
Moreover, this new youth Taoist did not express his attitude. Others, whether the Vatican or the White Deer brothers and brothers, showed great interest in Wu Tie and the Wu State controlled by Wu Tie.
Before Wu Tie Exhibition revealed that he was righteous, Vatican once said that if Wu Tie did not surrender, he would kill him directly and then change to a Wu Wang.
However, after the Wu Tie exhibition revealed that it was righteous, the attitude of Vatican to Wu Tie also changed a lot.
Although not as fanatical and greedy as the three white deer brothers, the attitude of the Vatican to Wu Tie has become enthusiasm and warm.
Wu Tie feels that he is a pork belly. There are several people in the Vatican and the White Deer. Naturally, they are smelling wild dogs... one by one is not good for themselves.
"Don't ask where the leader came from? Come to Wuguo, what is it?" In the presence of a sheep, a group of sheep is also put, simply breaking the jar and breaking the mind, Wu Tie hands clenched his fists, riding to the fat The young Taoist on the back of the big ostrich asked.
"Poor road breeze..." The young Taoist looked at Wu Tie with a hippie smile, and sat on the futon, and made a head toward Wu Tie.
"The road number of the poor road is breeze. However, there is no brother in the Qinglian view called Mingyue." The breeze looked up a little and sighed softly: "Breeze, the moon is originally my Taoist school." The most traditional and famous pair of children..."

As the ‘Yuelai Inn’ in the legend of the Taikoo, there are many symbolic meanings, and there are many pairs of red seedlings.

"It's a pity that the brothers and sisters of the poor roads are not willing to change their name to Mingyue... So, there is only a breeze in the Qinglian view, there is no moon... oh, the poor road is the breeze!"
The breeze lingers, and it is clear that he is a broken mouth.
However, he just likes to be jealous. His words are normal. He doesn't like the white deer. When he speaks, he uses the magical powers to count the people present.
Wu Tie murder secret technique, continuous display of seven or eight kinds of mysterious magical powers, to determine that the breeze is only a pure swearing complaint, he has not been subjected to any weird attack, he just let go of his heart.
This breeze is very interesting. His feelings for Wu Tie, and the Vatican, and the White Deer brothers are very different.
"The wind is long, you come to the country, what is your intention?" Wu Tie interrupted the breeze.
"Oh, here, is Wuguo?" The breeze laughed. He didn't know where to pull out a bunch of beads, and pinched it in his hand and quickly turned it up: "The poor road is just followed by the dead bald and the little white face... Where are they going, where is the poor road?"
Spreading his hands, the breeze smiled very brightly: "Whoever let the poor teacher respect the poor road--"The breeze, the group of cheeky dead vultures, shameless hypocrites, they sent people out... They go around, if they are cheap, they will take advantage of it; if they have the advantage, they will take advantage of it. No cheap, no good, disgusting, disgusting, and good!!
The breeze smiled and the eyes became a line: "Yujia Shizun said that anyway, the poor road is idle all day, and there is no serious thing to do. Even the big yellow dog that Qinglian watches the door is better than the poor road... Therefore, it is better to let the disgusting people out of poverty, but it is also a waste of waste!"
Wu Tie’s mouth was pumping straight, and his heart burst into tears.
The faces of the Vatican and the White Deer were even more extreme. They stared deeply at the breeze. The Brahma suddenly said: "The breeze, you Qinglian view, have always been escaping from the world, this time you are entangled, what do you want to do? ?"
The breeze looked at the Vatican very seriously: "It's cheap for you, grab your advantage, and take you with a disgusting heart... Can you understand people?"
Shaking his head, the breeze smiled again with a hippie smile: "Oh, yes, yes, your body is a fish, you certainly can't understand people."
The Vatican looked gloomy and slammed out his right index finger, which seemed to be an understatement.
The heavens and the earth are clear and clear.
The emptiness of the square has turned into a clear glass world.
With the fingertips of the Vatican, the stars and the moons disappeared, and only one heavenly land, like the golden fingers of the pillar of heaven, screamed from the sky, and a finger pointed down.
This finger is tens of thousands of feet thick. I don’t know how many tens of thousands of feet. The fingertips rub against the air, splashing a large piece of Mars, spewing a purple-red cloud, accompanied by the singer of the sky, slamming straight toward the ground.
A big finger fell, and all the pressure was concentrated on the breeze.
The ground around the breeze suddenly disappeared, and a large pit with a diameter of about three feet appeared on the ground. The dark lacquered crater is not at the bottom, and the horrible pressure brought by the fingers of the emptiness directly annihilates everything in the crater.
The breeze laughed. He looked at the Vatican and shook his head gently: "Remember the dead bald who can't remember to fight... You forgot, this trick was used three hundred years ago..."
"Hey, why don't you remember? Never use the same tricks on the poor road, useless!"
The breeze raised his head and grinned.
'哗啦啦' a loud noise, a golden body behind the breeze jumped out, height 366 feet, 18 heads and 108 arms, holding a variety of diamond swords, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, etc. Instrument.
The golden body was vacated and slammed into the huge fingers that fell.
A loud bang, the emptiness of the sky, the huge golden fingers were crushed by the golden body, and the bombs fell into countless pieces.
The fragments have not yet landed, and they have turned into countless golden lotuses of fist size.
The faint golden lotus fell to the ground with the graceful sound of the sky, and the golden lotus floated in the crack of the ‘叮叮’, and the ground turned into gold.
Wu Tie smashed his feet and suddenly changed his face.
The vast land of thousands of miles has turned into a huge piece of gold.
There is no falsehood, no next time, 10% of the pure gold, golden and slight with a hint of red light, clearly the highest purity of the best red gold!
Wu Tie couldn't help but feel: "The big monk, you are a supernatural power... You don't have to worry about being poor in this life."
The breeze grinned: "Haha, they are the bald sons of Honglian Temple. Even if they don't do this trick, they enjoy the offerings of countless believers. Those stupid boys and foolish women can't wait to even give them a foot cloth. They are, in any case, Will not be poor..."
The Vatican looked at the breeze with a sullen face.
After a while, the golden blood was uncontrollably popping out of the gap between the lips of the Vatican.
Just a blow, the Vatican was inexplicably injured by the breeze.
The white deer on the side shouted: "Vatican, join hands... I will drive the hanging boots away, otherwise, this Wuguo...you and I don't want to eat."