Vol 11 Chapter 134: Before the celebration

"You are talking about this stupidity. People are constantly changing. If they are always the same, then it is not human."
"It's not just a bad idea, but a different way." Hua Chengzan shook his head.
"But I know that I can't convince you, and I don't intend to punish you. After all, you are still my favorite brother. But the disaster you have made must be made up by yourself. Don't forget, Li Qingshan is dead in you. In the hands, he could have fought side by side with us."
Ji Xuanyi stood up and said to the owner of the Tibetan sword palace and Ming Hao: "I am going to see the father!"
"Master, everything may not be as you expected!"
When Ji Xuan was about to step out of the main hall, he heard the voice of the flower praise, his brow wrinkled, turned his head and glanced, smiled, and stepped out of the temple. His education from an early age was to control everything. In the hands, even if there are some accidents, it is just a small surprise in life.
The owner of the Tibetan sword palace waved a sword and pointed at the flower to praise the eyebrows.
The flowers were praised and shocked. I felt that the last thought was sinking, swallowed by the sword, and staring deeply at the owner of the Tibetan sword palace. Intermittently: "The palace owner wants to...have a sword... but you know... ...self...is it also...who is it for the sword?"
"The sword is one. It doesn't matter who is who." The owner of the Tibetan sword palace is indifferent and takes back the sword.
Hua Chengzan fell to the ground and did not move.
Alum frowned: "I didn't expect such a leak!"
The main hall of the Tibetan sword palace: "This son is not a sword-cultivator, but also smart. It is no strange that we can pass our eyes, but in the end it is still a bad idea. He only left a clear-cut, otherwise he can quietly mourn to Li Qingshan. ""
Alum said: "It’s a pity that the three thousand swords."
"What we are asking for, stop these three thousand swords, in short, first eliminate this hidden danger!"
"It's very simple." Alum sneered slightly, and the cold flashed.
Hua Chengzan slowly climbed up from the ground and shook his head with force. He apologized and said: "Congratulation is guilty!"
"It’s good to know sin."
"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
There was a melodious bell coming out of the temple. The Feng Wang Festival is about to begin.
The practitioners came out of the partial hall around the main hall of Daxiong in twos and threes.
Alum and secluded found each other almost at the same time. Eyes are handed over with unabashed hostility.
The owner of the Tibetan sword palace and the Xuan Yin lord stood behind them, staring at each other coldly.
Tianlong Zen deliberately separated Xuan Yinzong from the Tibetan Sword Palace to avoid any disputes. But finally, it is inevitable that there will be time to meet.
"Several friends. Come in! The celebration will begin soon."
Don't yell at the invitation. When I saw the flower praises behind the main body of the Tibetan sword palace, I was a bit strange in my heart. I have not seen this person until now. But not too much in my heart.
In this big Foshan, no matter which side can not give the Tianlong zen face, the Tibetan sword palace and the Xuan Yin lord each entered the temple.
Soon, all the invited monks came to the Daxiong Hall. The number of people was not very large. There were only one or twenty people. The words were quietly whispered, and even communicated directly with God, especially to bring out the empty and quiet of this hall. This makes Wang Qingdian not very lively, but it is very solemn.
However, none of these people is a big monk who has not spent three days of robbing. He has almost gathered the strong people of the entire Qingzhou practice road. Even if they all deliberately converge on the atmosphere, the momentum of gathering together is also straight into the sky.
The four kings of Tianlong Zen are welcoming the guests as the proprietor. The four great monks of the Tibetan Sword Palace and the Xuan Yinzong are in the corner of the main hall, emitting a cold and scent of breath. Others do not take the initiative to talk with them. They also Never talk to someone else.
Unlike the foggy state, all the monks from all the sects of Qingzhou do not have these three major sects.
In addition, there are hundreds of great masters, Confucianism, Taoism, and Law, and the largest number of people, who are quietly discussing:
"I heard that this one is not a hundred years old. It is really young!" "I heard that she may not even be 50 years old." "It is incredible, how many years have not been such a character in the world, I want to come to the reincarnation of the heavens!" "Yes, in the past few years, Qinghe government did not have a reincarnation of the heavens?" "Don't mention it, it has already fallen." "Oh, heaven and man are also good and bad."
Yue Wuyang stood up with his arms and his face was blue and green.
Jin Fugui smiled and asked: "Lao Yue, who is the anger of who is born?"
Yue Wuyang took the Golden Eagle commander and said, "You are still such a good thing!"
Jin Fugui laughed and didn't get angry: "I care about old friends. How can I say that it is a good thing? If I am always so angry, I am afraid that you will not live a thousand years old."
"If I can't live, I will go to Shura Road. If you live, you can go to hell!"
"Okay, let's just listen and listen, we can't make a big deal, help you out this bad smell!"
"Do you know Li Qingshan?" Yue Wuyang thought about it.
"Of course, he was still my men at the beginning!" Jin Fugui was very impressed with Li Qingshan.
"That kid has played me twice!" Yue Wuyang bit his teeth, and he was given a pigeon by Li Qingshan.
On the same day, Li Qingshan went to listen to the Zen Fa Conference. Yue Wuyang did not want to wait in Dafoshan. After he had agreed to wait for the Zen Fa Conference, he met with the generals and prepared to carry out the bait plan to deal with the Flying King. But Zen The heart of the Fa Conference has passed many days. Yue Wuyang left and waited for the right, but he did not see the shadow of Li Qingshan. He was simply mad.
The military is paying attention to a military order. "If he is a military disciple~EbookFREE.me~ I must kill him!" Yue Wuyang bites his teeth, if he can.
In fact, it does not blame Li Qingshan for not putting General Yue Daxin in his heart. Xiao An has a more perfect new plan here. He no longer wants to be a foolish bait. He originally planned to go to Yue Wuyang after pulling the sword in the Tibetan sword palace. To say a word, there have been many changes in the middle of the road, and I have completely forgotten everything.
Jin Fugui laughed and laughed. He looked at the distance and didn’t roar. "When you are not roaring, don’t be around him, teach him that he won’t finish it, or I will help you teach him lessons. I am a eagle wolf."
Yue Wuyang said: "You? You may not have learned him now."
"Well?" Jin Fugui does not feel that he has learned a problem with a younger generation. Not roaring is not the kind of careful person.
"He has already spent three days of robbery. The Zhaoqing Prince was killed from Longzhou. He almost died in his hand. What do you teach him!" Yue Wuyang hesitated, but still couldn't resist this anger.
"What are you talking about?" To be continued. . )
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