Chapter 93: Yu Wang

The Sword Swordsman once said to Shiyan, and there are very few people who know that the Supreme God is good.
Miao Jiangyi Wang Tengbo is one of them.
Because of their acquaintance, due to the fact that in the market, Xingpu Tianyi had Tengbo’s purse...
Of course, other people's purses can be casually shackled. If it is the money bag of Miaojiang Yuwang, most people will only have one dead road. The pattern embroidered on the purplish blue line on the purse is the silk spit from the poisonous moth.
Dip on this thing, the sky will fall back when you go back.
When the king was looking for it, he found a young man with a pale face who was pale and burned. He was so old and sick that he had to go to steal property. As a result, the child fell ill! Heaven condemned, God opened his eyes and received his old life, let his grandson be good!
The Miaojiang dynasty king slammed down silently, and said only half a mile:
"That... you may not know, I have a singular moth powder on my purse, my mother has been taken by me, so... people who come across the money bag, the blind eye is not effective for me."
The sound of the sword slammed.
"Old people, although I don't know who you are, but --"
Miaojiang 蛊 蛊 斜 斜 躺 躺 : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :
The first person of the magic road, the king of the king was mixed in the magic repair.
- Is he stupid?
The purse was touched away! What kind of master can touch his own purse!
Curiously chased and took over to see this scene, the poor king of the king almost thought it was a trap, and thought about it, let the sacred sage lay on the ground and play the bitterness, just to kill him, his face is too big. !
So, is this an embarrassing situation?
Miao Jiang Yu Wang really wants to believe that all this is a misunderstanding, or that the Supreme Heaven is also being harmed.
The old man was full of color, and he was glad that he did not go barefoot to catch the money bag:
"Who is you? He is the one who is in the dark..."
The old man sighed and looked like a respectful retreat.
The sacred sorcerer is fascinated, and Zhenyuan strives to fight against the shackles. Even if Teng Bo does not come, he can also expel the scorpion venom out of the body with strong strength after a while.
- This is also because Teng Bo can't be on the purse, the kind of sinister sin.
In the dizziness, the memory followed the chaos, and it seemed to return to the time when there was nothing in countless years ago. Therefore, the splitting day felt that his master had loosened his hand. He blurred the instinct and stretched it. The weak whispered: "Master.

"..."
"Master, don't...go to go..." The cracked sky said vaguely.
The face of Sword Sword Lord is dark.
The king of the king was stunned by the development of the of the money bag.
The first master of the magic road, the sword sage, took him as the apprentice of the demon statue, disguised himself, and stole his purse in the downtown. Is he not awake, or is this world ridiculous?
Don't you want this money bag?
Oh, no! Miaojiang Yu Wang hardened his scalp and forced himself to stay. He was sure that once he turned and ran, the Sword Sword Lord would have to kill himself.
Right, identity! Quickly report your identity, suggesting that you will keep your mouth shut!
"Cough... 滕人滕波, greedy view of the lost items, thank you for picking up the lord." Miao Jiang 蛊 捡 捡 捡 捡 捡 捡 捡 捡 捡 捡 捡 捡 捡 捡 捡 捡 捡 捡 捡 捡











苗 苗 苗 苗 苗 苗 苗We have not seen each other today."
When the Sword Sword Lord brows when he hears the other's name, there is a kind of meaning.
In fact, if it is not a cracking day, the disease comes too fast, the situation is embarrassing, and he is helpless. He will not be a little flustered. He will come to such a sly exaggeration acting and intend to hold on to the owner.
The king of Tengbo is a different ethnic group of Miaojiang. He is good at using martial arts and is a priest. However, the congenital seven is not a long-lasting yin. He died in his thirties, and the tribes buried him properly.
Unexpectedly, there are people who have the sacred sects of the sacred sects. They are worried about the speculations. They have been eyeing Tengbo early, and they are afraid of the mysterious and evil spirits. After Tengbo’s burial, they dug the graves overnight and took the body away with the secret method. They wanted to turn Tengbo into the corpse of the corpse.
A priest like Teng Bo has a variety of dangerous mites in his body. He notices that he will lie in the coffin when he is going to die. After the gas is broken, the clan will be nailed and buried. He is congenitally weak, in the form of suspended animation, and the last breath is on his chest. After lying down in the hustle and bustle for a night, there was no salvation. The man who happened to be a corpse was eager to dig him out.
Various elixir medicines, the secret law is on the turn.
These are effective for the dead, things that are useless to the living, and the dying locusts are extremely strong, and they walk through the blood of Tengbo. This is the fate of Teng Bo’s life, and the potency gradually healed his congenital veins. Body.
At the time of the encounter, he blinked to drive the locusts, killed the side of the magic repair, and because of the fake death for too long, the memory was chaotic, the brain was not awake, so he avoided people fleeing into the dense forests of southern Xinjiang.
The meridians are automatically practiced by the method of smelting the corpse that was entered by the corpse of the corpse.
When he was completely awake, hundreds of years passed, and the corpse was already destroyed by other monks. The people migrated far away, and the things were human and the sea.
Teng Bo is more than a dead man, but he is a corpse, and he is very different from the world's monks.
His breath is like a wood, but also a faint chilly evil. Others can't detect his cultivation. He only thinks that it is an ordinary magic repair. Recognizing the identity of the starting object, causing the ship to overturn in the gutter, and asking for a bite.
Sword Sword Lord glanced at his discouraged disciple.
He smiled and smiled at Teng Bo and nodded: "I have the honor to meet today, but also have a fate."
Although the sword is strong, he is not a martial artist. He will not see a master and want to compare with others. He is only a shadow play. In addition, the Miaojiang dynasty king, in the end, is a dead corpse or a living person. It may not be known that it is difficult to kill and destroy the mouth. It is difficult for him to acquiesce to Teng Bo to leave.
The consequence of this incident is that when the Supreme Master squats on the purse, he no longer has to start with the monk.
The bad behavior of his scornful sword has increased, and it is hard to say that he will be miserable in the future.
And Teng Bo no longer dared to hang the purse on the waist, the broken silver and silver plate silver ticket in the full sleeve, and I do not believe this can be stolen! !
Even so, Teng Bo still receives letters from the swordsman of the sword.
At first, he wanted to ignore it. The treasure house of the sword is too rich. This year is a rare seabed plant. Next year, it is a dozen poisonous scorpions. I bought the insects that I personally raised from Miaojiang Wang, and changed him. Come out and run around.
Teng Bo couldn't stand this temptation, and he didn't want to offend the unscrupulous swordsman. He had to embark on a life that was occasionally "wolf-stricken" with the mentor.
This Beijing City Incident, the Sword Sword Lord did play a little too much.
Teng Bo listened to the monks on the way to discuss the future of the magic.
The magic road is unified, breaking the balance, and the ensuing is inevitably the unity of the sects of the right way, and then the two devils are fighting, and the world is in chaos.
Rao is Teng Bo who is used to the strange masters and apprentices. He still can't help but blame: What is this doing?
In the suburbs of Beijing, it is quiet.
The sorcerer's magical repairs are strange looks, and Teng Bo frowns deeply. He hesitated a bit, or ventured into the backyard as he used to.
The lake has been refilled and Merlin has been planted again, and it looks no different from usual.
Before Teng Bo came to the waterfront pavilion, it was true that a person with a black robe and a mask in front of the screen sat in it, slowly sipping tea.
"The sage is long-lost." Teng Bo smacked a sentence, and consciously found a place to sit.
He looked around and the blue tent was dragged off. The interior furnishings were exchanged cleanly. All kinds of ancient and elegant objects were displayed. The pure white porcelain was crystal clear, and the hollow crane was emerged. Green smoke, rich and fragrant.
He was extremely sensitive to all kinds of spices. After Tengbo stiffened his face and calmed down a group of little guys, he asked: "How come you don't see those shadows?"
A clear voice smiled.
Teng Bo's eyebrows twitched a bit, and the Sword Swordsman used to tease people. Don't say that this strange tone is to learn to talk to a woman. It can also be vivid. The king is not surprised. He just expected the Sword Sword to follow. Say what.
The person who really licked the tea said: "I am going to Wan Chun, how can I like the shadow play?"
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Teng Bo sullenly coughed twice, his body is not like ordinary people after all, the earliest cold and pale as a corpse, after the practice of Dacheng, is a look of morbid, weak and weak appearance.
In order to facilitate walking in the world, each time he leaves Miao Xinjiang, Teng Bo puts himself in a state of illness and acidity.
"Then, from the Miaojiang, please come to this place from Miaojiang. When you look at the person who can't tell the truth, where is the place?" Teng Boshun changed the tone of the boat to the meaning of alienation.
I was very satisfied with Wan Chun and gave him a look.
The Miaojiang Yuwang, in his opinion, is the most interesting thing about how he talks nonsense. Tengbo will keep up with what he said, as if he never knew the truth, and he was not the same.
"Please!" He rose to Wan Chun and led the way.
The two turned the screen, and suddenly saw a huge exquisite, two people came to the high tank in the house.
One and a half. The beautiful naked monks squatted on the side of the cylinder wall and saw them coming in. The water was shining and the fear and fear were revealed.
I broke the water tank to Wanchun’s dissatisfaction: "Don’t pretend that, when the situation in Beijing is stable, I will let you go back."
The monk still shivered and choked in his mouth.
Teng Bo glanced at her carefully and frowned. "This is a scale. Who is so eyeless and sends her as a gift? Or is it intended to sneak up on the lord?"
Xiang Wanchun snorted: "This is a matter of fact, people who are afraid of giving gifts are really unclear."
He thought in his heart, Yuzhou news came, saying that this monk was a group of magic repairs to Chen Wo, trying to please Chen He's gift. Then the person behind the scenes, want to kill is Chen Wo!
Missing is not close to the female color, and I don’t know the secrets of the monks.
Pushing open the shelf to Wan Chun, revealing a black passage: "Please ask the king, the man is in the dungeon."
"There are people who are loyal to the people."
Teng Bo raised his eyes and asked a question: "I don't know what name to prepare for myself?"
"Fighting swords!"
"..."
"Oh, I just said to laugh." Gently laughed at Wan Chun.
"This seat has been taken seriously!" Teng Bo said with a blank expression. He is silent in his heart, and the ridiculous things you have done in the sword are still less?
The author has something to say: Teng Bo’s story tells us that no matter whether you are a top expert, you must do anti-theft work! Otherwise, he is like a thief boat!