Vol 2 Chapter 782: Meter count

"Oops!" The thin and tall monk couldn't think too much. His body shape floated and chased the cave. Unfortunately, even though he was a Yuan Ying monk, the mana and the gods were also restricted here, when he flew outside the cave. The rainbow sword disappeared long ago!
"啪啪啪啪" followed by several applause and then the thin monk's side rang, a voice said: "The predecessors are really powerful, and the hand is coming, and the two long-lost swords are killed on the spot. This is a must, poor road. It is sure to confess this matter to the Lord of the Union."
The thin and tall monk listened, his eyes turned slightly, his face smiled, and he said to the confused monk who had just turned from the side and said, "Don’t dare, this is the messenger’s plan, it’s the messenger’s plan. It’s got it. I’m just trying my best!

"Oh, the predecessors said wrong, this is the fundraising of the lord, how dare the greed of the younger generation?" The monk said with a smile.
"But....." The slimmer monk was somewhat worried about the distantness of the rainbow sword disappearing.
The messenger did not seem to see the rainbow sword flying away. He pointed his hand to the sword in the hands of the thin monk. "Is this the sword of Li Xiubai?"
"Yes, if the poor road guess is good, it is the sword of Li Xiubai!" The monk quickly replied, "And just Duan Yuming has also been put away, and it has been driven, the power is really powerful."
At this time, another Yuanying monk came out with Zhu Chenghe and Chen Yi. He held four other swords and a sword in his hand and said, "I waited for the design of the messenger. I really found such a place where the sword was coveted. I haven't come here yet. The things inside are not touched, lest I have doubts about Duan Yuming and Wang Biyao, so this is the first time for Zhu Shizhen! For me, etc. It is also the first time. Well, it is possible to make the messenger’s plan well, but it’s really a loss to Zhu Shizhen. If he finds this place, Duan Yuming may not be fooled!

"Yes, Zhu Chenghe of the sect, and Chen Yi of the burial flower villa. The ambassadors have remembered, and will definitely report the merits of all of you to the lord!" The messenger nodded.
"This sword pill, etc... How to deal with it?" The thin and tall Yuan Ying monk said with a smile, "It is better to let the messenger take it back? This thing is also a rare thing!"
"But you, how long have you been working hard, how can the poor roads take you and so on? The eight swords are all divided!" The messenger put his hand and put out a storage bag. "This It is a reward, though not many. It is also a little bit of the Lord’s heart!"
"Don't dare!" said the thin high monk, reaching out and taking another look at the other Yuan Ying monk. The monk handed the sword to the messenger and smiled: "This is the flying sword of Changbai Zong Mingjian. It’s not appropriate for me to wait for fear, but please let the messenger handle it yourself!"
"Well. This thing is really troublesome, let the poor road handle it!" The messenger took the sword into the storage bag and looked up at the cave and smiled. "If there is no Zhu Chenghe, the ambassador can’t think of Li Xibai and The sword of Mingjian’s real man. It’s really unexpected!

"Really, it’s the poor road... I don’t really believe in Zhu Shizhen on that day!" The thin high monk nodded. "However, even if there is nothing, two swords can be brought here, and Zhu Shizhen is already a great achievement. Piece!"
"Oh. Not to mention such a double-edged sword!" The messenger said with a smile.
"Don't dare!" Zhu Chenghe was very gracious at this time, and Chen Yi did not dare to say more.
"Well, this matter is over, the poor road has also passed the words of the lord, you have to be careful!" The messenger also commanded, "Chen Yi's burial flower villa has to move the position again!"
"Yes, I will follow the instructions of the messenger!" Chen Yi grinned. "The buried funeral mountain village would not stay in one place for a long time!"
"Good!" The messenger stroked. "I will wait! I don't know who will come here next time, I don't know if they will think... I will wait for the monks to kill two swords!"
The thin and tall Yuan Ying monk had a bitter smile on his face and looked at the other Yuan Ying monk.....
After a dozen days, outside the Mohe Black Forest, on top of a mountain, the messenger watched Zhu Chenghe and Chen Yi, and the two Yuan Ying monks disappeared before they turned around and flew in another direction until the no one was there. Only to remove the confusion, but see is a monk in the early days of the foundation, about twenty years old, dressed in ordinary robes, eyebrows and eyes, a look of elegance! ! !
It is the demon sect of the Tian Mo Zong, Zhang Qing, and the prostitute of the prostitutes. ! ! !
"Oh, it was originally for you to kill two swords. If you are good, you will let one escape. This is also good. The plan of the sovereign is more perfect. It is absolutely seamless. Isn't this the poor hand of God?" "Zhang Zhihao is cold and cold, "The wisdom of the lord and the heavens, no one can be in the world! Daozong, Daozong, really stupid pigs!"
Then Zhang Zhihaotang and the emperor flew away. No one knows that in the black forest of Moh, there have been such heart-warming things. No one knows that Xiao Hua actually died in the Black Forest. As for Zhang Zhihao, although he is one of Zhang Qingxiao's avatars, Zhang Qingxiao is now specializing in Taoism. In order to keep Zhang Zhihao's safety and secret, he did not keep in touch with the same time, and changed Zhang Zhihao's knowledge into his own knowledge. How did Xiao Hua’s body Zhang Qingxiao know? Moreover, Xie Zhiqian and Qiang Yuefeng, such as the Jin Dan monk's damage, Zhu Chenghe did not mention it at all, Zhang Zhihao did not ask at all, let alone Xiaohua, a base-based monk! Even Chen Yi will never mention it again!
Unfortunately, things are far from what they know, and sometimes they may not be true!
And when Xiao Hua’s figure fell into Guanghua, the unparalleled Jianguang squatted from his vest, and in the eyes of Zhu Chenghe and others, he was born in two halves. In the eyes of Zhu Chenghe and others, he was afraid because of Jianguangli. Very huge, Jianfeng is too sharp, there is no blood in the moment, and Xiaohua’s body is not divided into two halves! Actually, Xiao Hua’s screams are really terrible. It’s really a horror from the heart, a true horror, and a sinister man who has been smashed by the aura of the earth and the earth. After all, this is a real blow to the Yuan Ying monk Feijian, a blow that really makes Xiao Hua dead! But when Xiao Hua yelled and released his own horror, he suddenly heard a "squeaky" sound in his mind. The pain that was expected did not come, and he had a flower in front of him. Appear in the air! And the body shape is falling rapidly...
"Oh, my ass!" Xiao Hua screamed, jumped up from the ground, touched his ass, and shouted, "Who is so unspeakable, actually put some needles and thorns on such a soft grass. Don't you know that these soft grasses are doing something else?"
Immediately, Xiao Hua quickly touched his side and touched the extremely important place. It was Nahan’s self-speaking:
, Xiaoye... Is this...not dead?

Then, Xiao Hua seemed to think of something like it. He quickly untied his robes and took out the sorcerer with purple silk shackles from his neck. But the sorcerer at this time has been completely split into two halves. The mouth of the sorcerer is drooping again!
"Oh, this sorcerer...it's really true! It's really so powerful!!" Xiao Hua's eyes widened, almost incredibly looking at the sorcerer in two. To be honest, when he was worshipping the sorcerer, he really didn't really believe it. After all, this is witchcraft, not a Taoism, and it can replace it. What kind of power is this.
"Unfortunately, the sorcerer is now destroyed, I am afraid that it has been used three times!" Xiao Hua was extremely sorry, carefully took the sorcerer away, thinking, "Witchcraft is so counter-industry, how can it be lost? It seems that Xiaoye should look for it well. These things that others don't know are absolutely useful in the critical moments of life and death. If there is such a witchcraft today, Xiaoye can die here without knowing it! Hey, Unfortunately, this is the spirit of Xiaoye!"
Xiao Hua took off the Ling A, carefully took out the storage bag, and took out the Ling A sent from the space, wore it on the body, and shook his shoulders around, frowning: "This Ling Jia... How is this? Uncomfortable? I always feel that there is a body odor of Di Diheng!!!"
"Ah~~~~ Ok~" Xiao Hua said, putting his hands in the air, a long exit, said, "It feels so good to live!"
Xiao Hua said, looking down at the pile of white bones on the grass, sighing: "These bones are afraid of the same experience with the young master, but different people have different endings, Xiaoye is a good life. !"
Immediately, Xiao Hua looked around and was surprised again.
But see this is a lush place! A layer of fine grass covered with grass, a few tall trees in the distance, twisted branches, the lush green leaves on the wind trembled in the wind, a slap in the stream like a gong So that Xiao Hua’s excitement just because he was stealing a living suddenly stabilized.
Xiao Hua is looking up again. The top of the head is a blue color. It is not much different from the sky that I usually see. There is also a white silk on the azure, and the white cloud is very imaginative!
"Oh, so quiet and quiet, after experiencing life and death, I really know that this is the most beautiful!" Xiao Hua sighed, it was just to step around to see, suddenly heard the sound of wading in the sound of the stream, I didn’t feel the natural way to sweep out the gods. Sure enough, in the stream, there was a lamb-like deer looking at himself with horror. It seemed that I could find Xiaohua’s knowledge and panic in the stream. Going around, after running a few feet, rushed ashore, and then hid in the jungle behind the brook...
"Hey, can my gods use it?" Xiao Hua was at a loss at this time, but when he swept out the gods, the trees in the jungle behind the river were trees, and the deer could no longer find them. ! ! ~!
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