Vol 9 Chapter 390: Tianzhi Sanren

Mr. Tang Er was stunned when he missed this sentence.
Wu Yan Pianfei took a deep breath, "What did Brother Si Kong see?"
Jian Sikong saw that he dropped the chess piece, disturbed the chessboard, and said lightly, "Zhan Xiongfei knows well."
Qi Yan Pianfei and Mr. Tang Er shook together, then nodded earnestly.
"No more!"
Jian Sikong stood up with sorrow, looked up at the sky and moon, and laughed softly, "Wolong Island is really a good place."
"Tonight is as bright as the night, the next day must be a good weather!" Bai Liwu also got up and watched, feeling good.
With the optimism of the two old men, Mr. Tang Er also swept away the haze in his heart. Haha laughed and greeted, "Lao Yan, Lao Yan, come and see this great scenery together."
Wu Yan Pian snorted and said, "I'm blind!"
For a while wrong.
Then there was a laughter on the hill.
幕 Li Muru is full of heat because of excitement.
Mingyue surplus.
He wears a Confucian shirt with a calm temperament.
If it was the first time that Xun had seen it, he would have been heartbroken for his demeanor.
At this moment, his heart is very happy.
He not only defeated the inverse son in the face of the people in the world, proved his strength, but also won the favor of the martial arts in the world, making his "gentleman in the sword" reach the highest peak of fame in his lifetime.
所有 And all of this, thanks to that blood sect's secret treasure-blood infant sword.
The Blood Sect Gong method is based on absorbing the essence of life and qi in the blood of others. It not only can live for a long time, but also has a strong physical resilience.
This blood infant sword not only has the character of eight exquisite swords, which is comparable to "Zhuanghuang" and "Blue Frost", but more importantly, its blood-sucking tonic element.
This martial arts conference is simply the best place to pick up.
Li Muru ambush on the inevitable road to Wolong Island, avoiding the world's well-known masters, and picking out those secretly underworld masters and lone thieves, one person and one sword, using two months to kill innate masters and no fewer than 100 people, temper The essence of blood has finally reached the level of half-step myth in the recent period.
This is eligible to be one of the heroes in the Central Plains.
After the contest, Li Muru's fame reached its peak, and he was invited to meet the "Best Swordsman in the World", Jiang Duanxian.
The "Golden Dragon", whose fame is now only lower than "Ningzhong Sanren", has a magnificence that is unthinkable by ordinary people. The two, as they see each other, can be called confidants.
Of course, in Li Muru's eyes, he has smelled the same smell and ambition as himself.
But after all, the Kowloon Palace has been hidden for many years, and some are separated from the masses, unable to get the support of ordinary people and warriors.
The combination of the two is what they need.
幕 Li Muru used the Jiulong Palace to raise his reputation, and the Jiulong Palace used him to gain support from the soldiers at the bottom.
My relatives complement each other, so the talks are very enjoyable.
After meeting with "Golden Dragon" Jiang Duanxian, Li Muru was extremely praised.
Jiang Jiangxuan made no secret of his cooperation with Li Muru.
幕 Li Muru's role is simple, to help the Kowloon Palace expand its influence at the grassroots level.
So Jiang Duanxian personally promised that Li Muru would be the best candidate for the deputy as long as he could win the leader of the martial arts alliance.
This result is exactly what Li Muru needs for many years. How can he not excite him?
"What a beautiful moonlight!"
Li Muru raised his head and sighed, laughing loudly.
在 At this moment, Li Muru suddenly felt a chill from the back to the back of his head. In shock, he suddenly turned around, but there was a figure in the empty street.
Hell, do I feel wrong?
幕 Li Muru turned back hesitantly, but his eyes suddenly opened, only to see the edge of the well next to the street in front of me, I do not know when to sit a aging old man.
The old man had long shawl hair, a long and narrow face, a raised forehead, a disproportionately tall bridge, and a thicker lips.
All the features are ugly and terrible, but when they are combined together, they have a suffocating beauty.
With the demeanor of the bones of Xianfeng Road, it is extremely dare not to despise.
I hit the gown, rustic but clean.
I looked up at the moonlight, and the old man smiled, "Hey, the moon tonight is really big and round ..."
幕 Li Muru looked at each other like a ghost, sweating slightly at the palms.
"Lao Zhang is so elegant, midnight and midnight, why don't you go home and rest?"
With his current skills, it is impossible for anyone to be so close, he has not even noticed.
Do n’t you ...
He is Ning Zhongliu?
The old man blinked at Li Muru, sighed, and said, "I am too old to sleep."
"What is Lao Zhang calling?"
"Everyone meets with each other. Do you know what it means to call? It's free."
幕 Li Muru even felt strange to this person.
Being close to him, he couldn't detect the slightest breath of him, even though he was talking right in front of him, he still couldn't feel the strength of the other party.
At this time, the old man grinned, and said with a bowed hand: "It's getting late, it's time to go back to bed. Don't disturb Mr.'s elegant moon-view, leave.
The old man grinned, turned and hummed, and went to the deep lane.
幕 Li Muru's brow frowned. The mysterious and unusual person suddenly appeared, but left without any expression.
The weird feeling haunts my mind.
Squinting to see the old man is about to enter the alley, Li Muru's heart is down, and he is lucky to have seven successes, and he will blast towards the old man's back.
But when the palm of his hand was raised, the old man in the field of vision suddenly disappeared, and the speed was incredible.
幕 Li Muru was taken aback and quickly recovered his skills, but at this time his eyes glared sharply.
The old man at the entrance of the lane, Fang Buddha, never moved a step, stood firmly in place, turned and waved goodbye to him.
Hell, hell.
幕 Li Muru stayed on the spot ~ EbookFREE.me ~ for a long time, watching the old man humming the small song, disappeared.
Weird, weird ...
幕 Li Muru woke up and lingered and left the place.
Deep lane.
The old man hummed a small song, his footsteps were light.
The black smoke suddenly condensed in the corner. After a short time, Shen Chuer's face turned pale, and he walked out, earning a gift toward the old man, and softly said, "Chu Er has seen the old man. I can't imagine meeting your old man here ..."
老 This old man is no one else, it was the hermit who saved Shen Chuer's life.
The old man smiled at Shen Chuer and said, "Everything is destined, fate, fate."
There are thousands of words in Shen Chuer's heart to ask--
The technique he taught at the beginning is really the secret of Su Changgong's not passing it on?
Why does that method drain Luo's whole body power?
又 How could he know that Luo Podi would find himself and repair his injuries by his Yuanyin constitution?
Why did he suddenly stop himself attacking Li Muru this evening?
Uh ...
Shen Chuer thought for a while, and confirmed that Luo's breaking the enemy must not be explained, and these questions could not be asked now, so he sighed and asked softly: "I haven't found the name of my senior last time. I wonder if I can tell you this time?"
"Oh, this is ..." The old man smirked and said, "The old man Ningzhongliu ..."