Vol 2 Chapter 3347: Wenqu Meets the East

"Hey..." There wasn’t a particularly loud muffled sound, the fall of the pillar of fire, the illusion of green and sorrow was broken, and under the pillar of fire, hundreds of plum blossoms were disappeared, and the cold plums were forbidden. It was so easily broken by the Thunder real person!
"This...what is this fire??" Bei Ming was planning to look at the pillar of fire and shouted. "How can the ordinary fire break the old man?"
Speaking of this, the North Ming plan changed his mind and hurriedly raised his hand and grabbed it. A large number of big and small hands fell out of nowhere. He even angered and shouted: "Damn! You... how can you do this?" Big bullying?"
Seeing that the fire column penetrated the imprisonment, the Thunder’s real body shook, and immediately fell to the flaws. The detective grasped it into the pillar of fire. Then, the Thunder really did not hesitate, and both hands turned over, and several fire spears were divided among the fire pillars. Out, "Hey..." Thunder is a real hand, and several fire spears fall into the void, and the flash is not seen!
"Ah..." At the same time, the place where the fire spears fell, the number of plum blossoms disappeared, the sound of screams in the air, and several sacred sacred figures in the void, each of the sacred chests Insert a fire spear! Although this fire spear is not enough to kill Wensheng on the spot, but the six colors of the fire are falling, the infuriating is ignited, the flesh is also ignited, and the void around it is also to be ignited!
"Hey..." Thunder laughed. "The old man will send these few unreasonable eyes back to his hometown, and then tell you what is called elegant!"
"Call..." At this time, the big hand of Beiming Qingqing has fallen, the infuriating place, the six-color Linghuo not only did not go out, but turned against the trend, igniting the big hand of Beiming Qingqing...
"Damn..." North Ming was stunned and stunned, and the decisive strong man cut his wrist. The "brush" sounded a big hand, waiting for the North to be clear and just to use the other magical powers. The sound came, and the North was planning to smash the thunder and stunned the real thing, and the figure was turned into a plum blossom. The moment disappeared and disappeared.
"Cut..." Thunder cried in disdain. "Sure enough, I didn't have any education, I fled, and I didn't even say hello..."
Subsequently. The Thunder really didn't look at the few sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred ones, urging the body to chase the past!
And said that the East Hao Hao in order to avoid the North Ming to clear the cold plum banned map, the body shape shaking, the text is led to another high point! At this time, the sky is two points. Above the sky, there is a faint blue ash, a heavy fire, the wind and the thunder screaming in the heights, and a lot of clouds just turned into a shard.
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immediately. The literary songs are not afraid of the ambiguity and incomprehension of the Eastern Hao Hao. The mouth screams: "How many tomorrows will tomorrow? I will live tomorrow, and everything will be a success. If the world is tired tomorrow, the spring will come to the old age." Look at the east of the water, look at the sun and the west. Can the hundred years of tomorrow be geometric? Please listen to my tomorrow song!"
After the completion of the martial arts, the literary songs said: "When you look at the dynasty, you will feel the rush of time. One day after another, one for one. One day is just a moment, life. There is geometry in the time? Let's do something meaningful, do some boring things... Why?"
Dongfang Hao Hao naturally does not know the beginning of the song and emotion, and is looking at the world with his own ignorance. But when he saw that the literary music did not directly touch it, he raised his hand and waved, and the several essays quietly fell into the space.
"The owner of the Wenqu Palace is a good Yaxing!" Donghao Haohao laughed. "Although the old man has not seen you before, you can see it today. You already know that you are a beautiful person! It’s totally different from the hook Chennao! But to be honest, the old man It is Jianzhong and others, and it may not be better than Gou Chen! Maybe I will wait for you in the early years, as well as the life of Qingquan cooking tea and red mud cooking. At this time, I am in the position, I will have The previous life is ideal!"
Speaking of this, Dongfang Haohao is also sighing: "In fact, sometimes the old man wants to leave these shackles like you, or find a wild mountain forest, or find a palace for Chen Laoer. The owner is a leisurely person. But the old man will take a step back, and the others will push for further progress. The foundation of my Eastern family for thousands of years...may be someone else's! The old man took the burden from his ancestors, Can't slack off, the fate of the old man is destined when he picks up the family!"
"Today's World War, to be honest, the old man is not optimistic about your four great families!" Wenqu will take his eyes back and look at the disciples who are killed at the foot. He said, "You don't know the details of Xiaozheng. You don't think that for a five. It’s not worth it to get a bad deal with the law of the Yuan Dynasty.

"Some things to do, even if it is costly, the old man will do it!" Dong Haohao replied, "And some things can't be done, even if there is no price, the old man will not do it! The law of Wuqi Chaoyuan is for me. The four great families are extremely important, so I will get it at all costs!"
The literary tune almost ridiculed: "If the old man tells you that you don't have to do so many things at all, you don't have to deal with such a situation. The old man said that he had given the law of Wuqi Chaoyuan to Chen Xiandi. The old man is returning the law of the five qi dynasty to the Confucianism, not the fairy palace. It will not take long for the law of the five qi dynasty to be published in the Tibetan continent!"
There was no snoring in the East, and he didn't say anything. He stared straight at the literary music. It seemed to be thinking about the correctness of this statement. However, the Eastern Hao Hao was also opening his mouth: "The words of the Lord, the old man believes! However, The old man does not believe in Gou Chen! Or, the old man does not believe that the Chen will hand over the five laws of the Yuan Dynasty to the four great families and the hundred families! And the old man can definitely say to you, If you do not disclose the law of the five dynasty, then... the so-called return of the law of the five dynasty to the Confucianism is simply a laugh. You are just the law of the five dynasty and the Yuan for the Confucianism. The name of the division, the title of a master of the Wenqu Palace!"
Wenqu shrugged, but helplessly: "What the old man can do... these are!"
"You can do more!" Dongfang Hao Hao said with a smile, "You can hand over the Five-Four Way to the Four Great Family, you can join me with the four great families..."
Speaking of this, Dongfang Haohao hesitated and said: "Even the old man can promise you, if it can be... my four great families can recommend you to do... the emperor of the fairy palace!"
Where does the literary song do not know that this is the temptation of the Eastern Hao Hao, he shook his head slightly: "How can the old man's temperament be a fairy? If the old man is willing to do it, how can he hand over the five-powered dynasty to the Chen Xiandi?"
The Eastern Hao Hao is silent.
The text of the literary essay is a little bit of a thought: "When the old man handed over the law of the five qi dynasty to the sect of the Emperor Chen, there was already an agreement, so the old man could not hand over the five dynasty to the four major families. However, if the four major families are holding hands today, the old man will discuss with Xiao Zhenren and think of a perfect strategy!"
Although the literary music did not tell Xiao Hua that he could hand over the Five-Yuan Dynasty to the four major families, the Eastern Hao Hao learned from the East Yushankou that Xiao Hua also understood the five-dimensional dynasty, so he also heard understand. However, just for a moment, Dongfang Haohao refused the good intentions of the literary music and shook his head. "There is no chance to look back now! Unless Xiaozheng now hand over the five-powered dynasty..."
"So..." Wenqu smiled and said, "When you know that this is the calculation of Chen Xiandi, you can’t help but step in..."
"Yeah! There are many things in this world... they are all involuntarily!" Dongfang Haohao nodded. "At this time, the old man knows that you are an elegant person, you want to make friends with you, but you have to think about it." How to take your lord!"
During the talk, the Oriental Hao Hao shot his own door, a seemingly crystal clear, can be mixed with the five-color hand of the color to catch down!
The literary songs also sacrificed the five-color hand. Although the big hand still can't be solidified, it can win in the pure color, the big hand is over, the imprisonment of the oriental 穹浩 is swept away!
Wenqu sighed: "On the Confucianism, you...not the old man!"
"Boom..." The large hand of Wenqu is in the same place as the big hand of Dongfang Haohao. Under the giant force, the big hand of Dongfang Haohao collapsed into a piece of inscription, while the main body of the literary song is still in the subject, and the rapid reduction.
Dongfang Haohao was not surprised, his eyes whispered: "It’s too early to talk about it..."
Sure enough, seeing where the five colored hands are gone, a blue bamboo shoot is revealed!
"Hey..." Dongfang Hao Hao’s life was inflicted into bamboo shoots, and the bamboo shoots suddenly turned into bamboos of giant trees, and their colors were green and green!
"This is..." The music is incomprehensible, and the big hand that has not recovered is caught again!
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These inscriptions are faded under the pale yellow color of bamboo flowers, turning into a flowerless, colorless bamboo flower. A faint force of death spreads around in the air!
The brow of the literary song is a pick and seems to understand what it is.
"Brush..." Thousands of colorless bamboo flowers suddenly bloomed, and the big hands of the literary songs withered immediately, all the infuriating things fell into these bamboo flowers. At the same time, the dead air seemed to be rolling into the literary music!
The literary songs spurred the infuriating, the five colors of the glory of the rapid fading and melting under the dead air, one by one inscribed by this dead air into a stroke!
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