Vol 10 Chapter 78: Jiange guest, Yueguo Gongzi

The sky is yīn heavy, thick lead clouds under low and low pressure, seems to be directly covered in the sea of ​​trees, dark as night.レm♠思♥路♣客レ
A ray of light across the sky, a five-small man's sword. Although he is not tall, he is broad-minded in life, revealing a courageous spirit and a long sword. It is a magic weapon.
Jianguang landed, the man took the sword back to the sheath, looked up, the wild man mountain towering into the clouds, but then want to go deeper, but only see the heavy fog, blocking the entire Savage Mountain, God can not penetrate.
"This is the big square of the foggy sea! The left old blame is really lost in his hands, even the shoushan big squad has been pulled out. This is less than a month of effort, the famous people in southern Xinjiang, not killed, is Being forced to swear by blood and become a slave, the Tianlong Temple in Qingzhou is really worthy of the name. How strong is Li Qingshan's strength?"
The man was stunned and was about to step forward. He suddenly turned back and took the hilt, revealing the alert.
A group of green clouds penetrated the clouds and also flew over the wilderness mountains. ..
The green cloud's color is not green or dark green, but it is green. If there is life, it will tumbling. The speed does not need to be slowed down by the man's sword. In a flash, it also flies in front of the valley.
The misty green clouds are more and more strange, and they rushed over to the men, making a strange humming sound, like a monster to be chosen and carefully watched. This is the cloud, which is clearly tens of millions. 10,000 small green worms that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
"Million poison!" The man frowned.
"Cough, Peng Daoyou, you are no longer floating on the sea, but also to my southern Xinjiang?"
There was a soft voice in the worm cloud. A tall figure emerged from the worm cloud. It was a young man with a luxurious dress and a sick face. The worm cloud rolled up and returned to the barnacle on his waist.
"It turned out to be a sick son, this Li Qingshan is really a big face!" Peng Jingxiao laughed, his heart raised a war, the sword was half-stunned.
"This is a rì you and I have a task in the body, or it is free! Since you are here first, then please ask first! If you really do not accept it, then wait until after the event. You and I have done another."
The sick son raised his hand gracefully. Please ask Peng Jing to go first. Peng Jingyu is not a fool. He knows that if he first saw Li Qingshan, this one must give him bad things in the back.
Wanduo teaches and Nanhai Jiange, although one dominates southern Xinjiang, one is alone. But I have been a neighbor for many years. It is also a contradiction.
Wanduo is the standard demon sect. The South China Sea sword pavilion is self-proclaimed, as a sword repairing the door, there are inevitably a few heroes. The most fundamental reason is the competition for interests. Once a magic weapon is born, and the grass grows, there will be a battle of infighting.
For generations, I don’t know how much the same door died in the other’s hands. It’s strange to see if it’s kind and harmonious. As the best disciple of Zongmen, they have to fight for a common face.
"If you are not in a hurry, then I will go first." The sick son laughed and stepped forward. A sword gas swept from the front and plowed a deep gully in front of him.
"Don't think about it!" Peng Jingyu pulled out the sword and pulled it out. This person is so clever, if he is advanced, it is necessary to destroy my major events.
"Left does not work right or not, what do you want to do, Nanhai Jiange is really good, don't forget this is Wuzhou South Xinjiang!" The sick face pale face yīn sinking.
"Or do it first, and tell the winners and losers! See me first to run your sick ghost." Peng Jingxiao laughed.
"Alright, anyway, it will not take much time to poison your short scorpion."
"The two are still coming in together!"
When the sword was smashed, a voice came from the valley, and the fog spread out, showing a road.
Both of them had a heart in their minds, and the sick son stepped back and made a gesture of asking, and Peng Jingyi snorted and took the sword back. The two plunged into the valley and the fog regained.
Peng Jingyu took the lead through the eight-party fog sea array, while guarding the sick son behind him, while galloping forward.
When the sick son sees no chance of a sneak attack, he will give up. In the valley, the wild caves of the Savage Mountain, once in the southern Xinjiang, became very deserted, and the old rì city pool buildings were razed to the ground and reoccupied by vegetation.
"It turned out that it was only a matter of fact, and it was a waste of resources to build a defensive array!"
The sick son is disdainful. If he is in charge of the blood pledge, he will establish a strict organization in this wild man mountain, and Li Qingshan obviously does not have this plan.
Just about to fly to the main peak, but see Peng Jingyu suddenly turned, under the Xishan Linquan, someone shakes and waved: "This side!"
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A white dragon-like waterfall, like flying from the clouds, falls into the deep pool. Tanbian Fangcao, full of exotic flowers and plants.
Li Qingshan sat on the big rock by the side of the pool and said to Xiao Andao beside him: "Is it like a place where we first practiced?"
Xiao An nodded, and she had a string of white rosary on her wrist, a total of twenty-seven. She spent a long time refining the sacral rosary. Although only one or two were added in number, the energy and resources consumed were enormous, and the rosary rosary reached the third stage.
Every skull and bones become stronger, and the power of the skeleton is also greatly increased. It can be said that without Xiaoan's hands, this rosary is not the opponent even if the ten people who made the blood oath add up.
This is why Li Qingshan did not have any plans to establish a strict organization. His power is in his own hands, and he is also with Xiao An, not a group of messy demons.
Everyone focused on the powerful forces he brought together, but he didn't know that it was just the tip of the iceberg of his true strength. Anyone who feels that he can step on him will have to hit the iceberg.
However, Li Qingshan also feels faint, this secret is not far from exposure, because there are too many people who know. Although there are all kinds of insurance measures ~EbookFREE.me~ but he is no longer the little person who is not concerned about, in one thing that has been done, there will always be clues.
To a certain extent, this is also due to the killing of the "Northern Moon" by the Emperor Mohailong. No one believes that the Mohai Dragon King will miss, even if there is a suspect at the beginning, Li Qingshan will not be associated with the North Moon.
It is best to keep this secret until the day when he goes to the Murhai Dragon Slayer. Even if everyone knows that Li Qingshan is the North Moon, then there is nothing.
However, this is probably very difficult. Li Qingshan is clear, and he is a four-heavy turtle. The hunch in his heart is by no means a worry.
"Well? Someone came to the door, is the person of Wanduo and Nanhai Jiange, and I was really alarmed by me?" Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Xiao Andao: "The disciple of Wanduo, who is known as the "sick son" in southern Xinjiang, is one of the heirs of the Yueguo clan, the throne, and probably represents more than just poison."
"It turns out that, please ask them to come in!" Li Qingshan said, although these two are called geniuses, they are not put in his mind. What needs to be taboo is the "wanciful ancestors" and "masters of the swordsman" behind them. Even the "Southern King". (To be continued...)