Chapter 175: 1.175 Hand over the evildoers

Chapter 175
Gu Qingfeng opened the scroll and looked up in the direction of Murong Xun.
The latter leaned enchantingly on the swivel chair, folded his slender legs, raised his wrist slightly toward the guilty Gu Qingfeng, and adored his lips with a glass of wine.
The misty eyes are like the starlight effect. Real wine is not intoxicating.
...
The evil spirit of Murong Xun, you look like this, it is difficult for many male compatriots present to look away!
"The apprentice like Lord Murong Feng must be very human. May we all take a look at it?" The middle-aged man at Tiandaozong smiled.
Gu Qingfeng consulted Murong Xun's meaning, and after seeing her nodding, he let his men present the painting paper to Tian Daozong.
Murong Xun casually drank the wine, and said quietly, "My disciple is a natural beauty and a person with excellent roots and bones, so it is no harm to show you the nature."
When Tian Yongzong Guan Yongnian opened the scroll and looked at it, he looked a little surprised.
Murong Xuan raised her eyebrows slightly, and an interesting smile appeared on her lips. "Does the owner of the hall also know my disciples?"
Guan Yongnian covered the picture and nodded his head slightly. "The day before yesterday, my daughter-in-law came up with a portrait, saying that in a small place in Qiaotou Village, I had found a seven-year-old master. We were also very interested. Those who attract such talents. But unfortunately, the corpse turned suddenly, everything came very abruptly, before the child was found ... "
"A seven-year-old mystery master?" A woman with a dark skin and a rigid face in Fu Zongzong squinted her eyes, walked away from the table and walked to the master of Tiandao Zongguantang, took the portrait in front of Guantang and looked at it coldly. Humming, "It really is her."
At this age, the seven-year-old master is rare.
No, it should be said to be very rare!
In theory, every child can open the mystery to the age of seven, but few can really open the mystery.
When Lu Youmei heard that Murong Xun was looking for an apprentice, he was a seven-year-old mysterious master, and he felt a little cowardly.
At first glance, it turned out that the child with facial paralysis described by his disciples.
"Well, you, Murong Xun! When you are a young man, you are so ruthless and ruthless!" Lu Youyan glared, directly hitting Master Murong Feng, "Do you know what she did? She not only hit It hurt my Master Bi. I also severely injured several disciples of Xiaozong! It is even more unforgivable that he killed my apprentice, Li Xiang. "
"Murong Xun, what else can you say? San Zong is a branch of the same spirit, well water does not commit river water! Do you condone your apprentices, and do such evils, should we give Xiaozong a statement!"
Gu Qingfeng smiled and froze on his face.
He just wanted to have a small banquet to welcome the three people! Why do you start talking to each other again? Could you let him live a comfortable life!
Murong Xun drank the wine in the glass, his slender eyes were slightly raised, with a sip of wine, and he looked at Lu Youmei with a playful look. "What kind of statement do you want, Master Lu Tang? Uh?"
Oh my Lord Murong Feng, you really look like this ...
Even Lu Youmei, who was a woman, couldn't help but blushed. She almost forgot what Murong Xun had asked before.
"Murong Xun, as the Lord of the Gods of Water Sect, you should have carried out the purpose of three branches of the same spirit! ... deliver your evildoers! Let us deal with Xiaozong."
Mu Rongxu half-squinted his eyes, his eyes evoked a fascinating arc, and his thin lips sneered and smiled, "Don't say that Master Ben Feng hasn't found my little apprentice yet. Even if I find ... How can the Lord's lovers be left to your disposal? "
I'm going out for something, and change it first. At three in the evening, about 7:30. .
(End of this chapter)