Chapter 384: Lion fist on the door

"A child must be like a child." Lin Xin said lightly. "Ru Yuan's constitution ... has almost infinite storage of horror. If you meet other people, maybe you are just a normal container stove, but when you meet me, I happen to have the most suitable practice method for you. You You can only use a chicken rib physique, and you may be able to exert a completely unthinkable horror talent. "
"and so...."
He didn't see the action and let his feet go, just a magical force field, he hung the little girl in front of him in midair.
"Only by following me will you have the chance to completely subvert your destiny." The voice sounded like a magic sound, with a strange feeling, and plunged deep into her heart.
"Fate .....?" Shasha seemed to be shocked by something, and stopped struggling.
She didn't know what was happening in her mind, and a scene that would never be forgotten before appeared.
Pain appeared in his eyes.
In front of the dazzling fire, horrible black figures.
I just glanced over to my side, and the almost terrifying horror breath almost oppressed me.
She still remembers the flying peach blossoms that day, and the man's machete, which was more than two meters long, was like a bright moon falling to the ground. It was strange and cold.
"Let's go."
Regardless of her, Lin Xin took Wang Peng and others out of the room, and passed by without looking.
"Think about it and come to me by myself."
Out of the inn, the group walked directly in the direction of the Lion Boxing Gate.
Rong Yan asked curiously.
"Master, that little guy's physique is really powerful? So many forces want to catch her as a furnace tripod? Even the adults want to accept her."
Not only him, other people also have this doubt. This day has a much more special physique. If you encounter one casually, you will be put away under the door. Wouldn't it be that you do n’t know how many people you have to take.
Lin Xin laughed: "That little guy's physique is good for general forces. It's a good quality genius, so there are so many people fighting for it, but it's nothing for a slightly more powerful force. I'm nothing more than There was a whim. If she couldn't catch the opportunity herself, it wouldn't matter. It didn't matter if she let herself go. "
"A whim?" Qiu Ling laughed strangely.
"What's your expression? Do I still want the little girl's beauty?" Lin Xin suddenly looked strange.
"Yes, yes. You are a high-priority Crown Prince. If you want a little girl of this type, it's just a sentence, and you need such trouble?" Qiu Ling is fat enough and dare to do so to Lin Xin joke.
Shaking his head silently, Lin Xin was too lazy to tell.
He really just looked at the mood and gave the little guy a chance. Ruyuan's physique is very suitable for practicing the great master Wan Shagong in the two-sided country of Youfu. The inexhaustible reserve power, coupled with the infinite cohesion of the giant Wan Shagong, is a perfect match.
But if it doesn't work, it doesn't matter.
Liaocheng is a special city mainly engaged in the sale and sale of minerals. The carts on the street are slowly moving by coal and iron ore, and the scent of burning coal is everywhere.
Most of the residents who saw it were pale and unwell.
The urban area is very large, and the endless crimson city walls surround a large number of gray and black buildings in the center. City guards carrying a large banner everywhere can be seen everywhere.
Walking through a somewhat dilapidated urban area, the streets on both sides gradually began to flourish. The crowd was also very beautifully dressed and looked rosy.
Fat powder shop, bookstore. Jewelry and clothing, and so on all kinds of shops.
"This is the Lion's Boxing Gate, a branch not far from where we live. The main mountain gate is hidden and cannot be found for the time being. However, we can achieve our goal by moving the branch."
Wang Peng and his party came to an off-white Shimen archway.
A stone sign hangs on it, with a few big characters written on it: Lion Boxing.
In front of the door, there were young people wearing white exercise clothes coming in and going out, all of them looked strong and strong, and even when they saw a few women occasionally, they all had well-balanced muscles. The type of line highlighting. There is no so-called tenderness and cuteness of women.
"Sir, what do you do now?"
The fat man looked at Lin Xin. A eager try, ready to play forward.
Looking at the mountain gate in front. Lin Xin's eyes flashed a slight awn.
"We pinpointed a wise foundation monk and took it directly."
"Let's take a command!" The fat man grinned and observed carefully towards the mountain gate.
"Don't look at it, Monk Zhuji is also at the third grade level, how can it not appear casually in this branch." Qiu Ling was not angry.
"It's true, so we need an opportunity to lead them." Lin Xin laughed. "Eat something first."
A group of people found a restaurant on the side, ordered a table of wine and food, and slowly ate, while waiting for the Lion Boxing Division to see if there might be monks in this branch.
However, after waiting for half a day, I didn't see any guys who got higher than Italian level in and out of the Lion Boxing Gate. The highest is only a few heart levels. And very few.
"No one else. Or I'll investigate and see what are the famous monks in the lion fist gate, and we will find the target?" Wang Peng said impatiently.
"Yes." Lin Xin nodded and nodded arbitrarily. Taking this opportunity, he also absorbed the 32-character charm attributes that he had just absorbed, all of which were evenly distributed on his attributes.
Exactly eight points for each item, plus the original 137 points, is 145, and all attributes have reached an average of 145 points.
These eight points are not much for the huge attribute base. Lin Xin just feels a slight sense of improvement, and even if he doesn't feel it carefully, he won't observe it at all.
After Wang Peng left, there were more and more people in the restaurant. An old man holding a pipa came in, found a place to sit down proficiently, and then began to bounce the pipa slowly. Some desolate music echoed in the restaurant.
The people who come in to listen to Qu'er are also weird. Normally, everyone likes to listen to cheerful and good-looking. Such sadness style has always been unpopular. I didn't expect that there were some guests full of seats.
Lin Xin was also interested in listening to the old man playing the pipa, and the sound was really good. Achievement is deep, but it is not enough to attract so many people.
But after that one song, the old man stopped. Set the instrument aside. Remove a board from the sleeve.
A crackling sound.
"Look at the book, you can pick it up! Peng Ziliang's eight hundred mile fast horse rides. Flower Mongolian nine-year-old mountains and men take the whip! It is said that the Chinese government is in a state of strength and the men are together, but after all, the main theme is still Xianmeng and Momen. The big forces are at odds with each other. Since the intact battle in March, the Qiuhu Gorge bloodshed has occurred one after another in May. Eighty-one masters of the third grade and above condensed the essence of the province, turning them into blood flags, and suppressing the elders of the magic gate. .. "
At first, Lin Xin was only listening to ordinary storytelling stories, but over time, the more he heard, the more he felt wrong.
The old man said a lot of cases and major events. It actually secretly coincided with the major events that happened recently, it was just a change of place. Most of them have shaped Xianmeng into oblivion and oblivion, betrayed their faith, and crowned the image of a shameless hypocrite. The magic gate is the true gentleman, righteousness.
Faintly, among the listeners who came to watch, he saw several hands with the marks of the subordinates of the Red Ridge Gate in their sleeves.
"The Demon Gate should be another name for Redridge Gate. It seems that Redridge Gate is secretly advertising itself."
There was a hint of speculation in my heart.
Wang Peng, who went to investigate soon, also returned.
"My lord, the situation has been checked, and the recent monk-builder lived in seclusion in this city. But his whereabouts are uncertain, and no one knows where he is. Only when there is no solution at the branch will he show up. Simple. "Wang Peng sat down and whispered.
"Are you in trouble?" Lin Xin smiled. "It turned out, fat. Feipengzi, come with me."
"Yes, sir."
It seems that there is no way to solve it quietly.
Lin Xin's mind has long been planning in this regard.
However, with his current strength, even if he comes straight to the door, there is no obstacle. Just don't want to be so fanatical.
Huh! !!
Several strong men in white clothes were severely beaten and thrown to the ground, falling to the ground.
The sign of the Lion Fist Gate was dropped directly and randomly on the ground. Stepped on one of the feet.
"Isn't your Lion Boxing Gate known as the first gate in Liaocheng? How can there be none?"
At this time, a large group of disciples, who were originally practicing martial arts, were surrounded by three strange men in the wide competition field inside the gate of Shiquan Mountain.
"Who are you!"
"Dare to come to my lion's door for trouble. Is it impatient to live long?"
Groups of strong disciples were eager to try and flex their muscles. Ready to circle up and beat hands.
"Did you pick something?"
A few tall men are not generally strong, more than two meters high. It's the size of an adult man and a half.
"The three of them said they were here to kick the pavilion. Hey, I really don't know how to die."
A man with a sharp chin sneered.
"Still breaking the chin and throwing it out according to the old rules, or?"
The big men crowded in all had bald heads, and all their eyebrows were shaved, looking cold and fierce.
The leader is the tallest, with two balloon-like scary muscles bulging on both arms. This figure is no longer an ordinary muscular man, but it is close to metamorphosis.
"I'm Nanjia ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The current deputy head of the branch, the three of you ..." He glanced at the few people and the plaque that had been knocked down on the ground, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"Ready to die?"
"Are you the strongest here?" The three people who came here were exactly Lin Xin, Feipengzi, and Fat.
All three naturally changed their makeovers and were easily tolerated. At the same time, they also thought of a new name.
"Dead? It's up to you?"
Fei Pengzi came out first. Among the three, he had the lowest repair, which was also a good lead.
"My master has traveled the world, looking for masters to test swords everywhere, and never encountered anyone who could let him die!"
The fat man twitched at his face, and his lips moved slightly. "To be honest, this kid is totally impulsive to say ruthless words, otherwise, the boss will change it for me?"
Lin Xin was too lazy to take care of the goods. Motionless, eyes closed slightly, master-like. (To be continued.)
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