Vol 2 Chapter 39: Lore board (1)

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Regardless of the number of lives, or the speed of Li Li, the speed is not a monk who practiced mid-air, as far as he can hope. The two left the station one after the other, and they went a few miles away.
The night rain was thundering, the flash of lightning suddenly appeared, and under the eaves of Yingliang Post Station, the faces of disturbed refugees.
Hundreds of steps from the station, on the wide official road, there was a person walking under the umbrella, walking towards the station.
Umbrella is the most common oil-paper umbrella. The surface of the umbrella is painted with cyan lotus leaves and pink lotus flowers. The hand holding the umbrella is scarlet, and the fingers are slender and slender. The woman under the oil-paper umbrella is tall and tall. The long legs of the ruler came out first.
Next to the woman holding the umbrella, there was a middle-aged Taoist with a negative sword. The Taoist had his arms folded, and glanced at the postal station occasionally, looking dull. He didn't hold an umbrella, but he didn't get rain. The gusts blew across his face, and his dry clothes and slippery feet did not float at all.
"You don't have to come." The boss ordered to speak first, slightly dissatisfied.
"I must come." The middle-aged Taoist blandly said.
"Master can't believe us?" Da Shiming frowned.
"I can't believe it at all." The middle-aged Taoist was outspoken.
"Which point?" The boss was angry.
"The point about strength." Middle-aged humane.
"Master can't believe our strength, but can you trust you?" The boss sneered.
"Plus me, Master can be trusted."
"I do not understand."
"You should understand."
The chief commander stopped and looked at the dimly lit post station. He was silent for a moment: "Tsing Yi Yemen really arrived in Laizhou, but what about it? Cui Keli still only has three monks. It is worthy of our attention, but one . "
The middle-aged Taoist also stopped: "Is that the one who played against you in Jimo Villa or the one carrying Taomu Sword?"
The chief commanded, "The one carrying the peach-wood sword is just the middle of training. Even if he is a disciple of that man, he is not afraid now."
Middle-aged Taoists are unconvinced.
The chief commander turned to look at him: "Who is the man in the black robe who fights with us?"
Middle-aged Taoist: "This is why Master sent me."
Chief Secretary: "What do you mean?"
Middle-aged Taoist: "It means I don't know."
The chief commander: "Can it not be Tsing Yi?"
Middle-aged Taoist: "Tsing Yi can't be underestimated."
The boss laughed.
Middle-aged Taoist: "Pinglu's new Jiedushi, also known as An Wang Li Yan, although he has not yet arrived in Laizhou, has already been turbulent in Pinglu's rivers and lakes. The visitor is not good, and we have all despised him before.
Chief Secretary: "Jizhou, because Tsing Yi knocked on the door?"
Middle-aged Taoist: "Isn't that enough?"
Chief Secretary: "How big a storm can they make?"
Middle-aged Taoist: "Within three days, Tsing Yi Yamen issued 23 hero posts in succession, and all those who received the hero posts stayed in place, including the royal family."
The boss died.
She asked, "Have you met them?"
Middle-aged Taoist: "What do you see them? What I want to see is Tsing Yi Shumen."
Chief Secretary: "Anyone in Tsing Yi?
Middle-aged Taoist: "Maybe there is."
Chief Secretary: "What if?"
Middle-aged Taoist: "Naturally killed."
Chief Commander: "How many people did Master send to deal with Tsing Yi?
Middle-aged Taoist: "It doesn't matter how many people are sent, what's important is enough to get rid of the Tsing Yi Shumen."
Chief Commander: "The Cui family has accepted the hero post, and has made it clear that they will listen to their orders. If the son of the black robe, if it is really the person in Tsing Yi, then there is Tsing Yi in the secret protection of Cui Keli.
Middle-aged Taoist: "I intend to lead the snake out of the hole, and then follow the vine."
Chief Commander: "Do they really appear?"
Middle-aged Taoist: "They have appeared."
Seven or eight monks in Tsing Yi have emerged from both sides of the post, stepped on the official road, and walked towards Da Siming and middle-aged Taoists.
Middle-aged Taoist: "I have a question."
Chief Secretary: "You have enough time to ask."
Middle-aged Taoist: "Why Umbrella?"
The boss smiled with a smile: "Because it looks good."
It's not just the oil paper umbrella that looks good, but the Jianguang that suddenly appears.
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"You chose a good place."
Li Huan stopped in a wilderness, and said to Shao Si.
The ground under his feet was very flat, and his body was covered with knee-high waste grass. On the other side of the open space, a hundred steps away from him, there was a forest at the foot of the mountain. Kong looked at him without speaking.
Even if they were quite far apart, Li Yan seemed to see clearly, the other pair of clear eyes, like the first snowflake falling in the vast earth.
There are dozens of square meters of open space around. Li Zhi needn't worry about the attack at all, but compared with that, less lives than a hundred steps will undoubtedly pose a greater threat.
The Penglai Daomen has been passed down for thousands of years, has hundreds of monks, and was laid out early in troubled times, but few monks have reached the ninth level of training. According to Li Zhi's knowledge, except for the head of Penglai, who has already entered the real world, before the birth of the young and old, there were only the chief disciples of Penglai's generation.
Shao Siming stood quietly at the top of the tree and did not rush to shoot, maybe she was waiting for Li Yan to move first.
Li Xun did not mean the slightest urgency.
Although he left the station and ran far to this end, he couldn't help worrying about the condition of the station, but he understood that even if the boss wasn't there, his opponent had the ability to kill him.
The distance of 100 steps is not long or short. Li Zhi can rush through in two steps, but this is also the best distance for Young Master to launch "Man Ye Fei Hua Jue". Her fighting style is mainly based on long-range killing, and she is partial. The method is robust and unbelievably fast. Li Zhi knew that even if he rushed at the fastest speed, he would not necessarily be able to touch her clothing corner.
This is a rival.
In the face of strong rivals, there is only one battle.
Li Yan frowned, a ray of aura was injected into Lu Gujian, lighting up the dense lines of the sword body, and the green awns flashed on the sword body. At once, the long sword itself was no longer visible, only the green awns seemed to be nothing.
He ran out in one step.
At this time, the calm and quiet young prince had raised his slender and fragile arms, using the aura of the beating between his forefingers as a pen, and sketched a yin and yang figure in front of him.
She was right at the right time. It was the enemy who didn't move me and the enemy who wanted to move me first.
Li Yan, who was taking a step forward, kept staring at Shao Siming, and suddenly saw this action. The alarm in his heart rose sharply, and a strong threat came when the air broke, causing him to pull back and volley: "Fuck , Again! "
The calm wilderness suddenly changed, the ground suddenly shook, and numerous grasses turned into debris, starting from the ground lasing. Under the grass, a huge yin and yang figure suddenly appeared, and the pattern was glazed like aurora.
Li Yan cut it off with a sword, crushed the flowers flying under his feet into powder, and the sword slammed to the ground, plowing a huge gully on the yin and yang pattern, and the dust was flying.
Shao Siming finished painting the yin and yang figures in front of her. The eyes on the scarf were brighter than the gems, and a sudden flash of light flashed. In time, her whole body suddenly rose, and her clothes and purple hair swayed backwards. As soon as it appeared, it was empty!
A few crisp and thick sounds banged around Li Zhi's body, and there were huge yin and yang figures appearing in front of and behind him, as if blocking the space!
Li Yan was surprised to see his life, and he saw the other person's fingers flip, and the movement of the seal was too fast to see. There was only one aura that jumped up and down, just like every note in the movement!
Li Yan's eyes widened, the ground under his feet exploded quickly, and the sounds of one after another, a chain of leaves broke through the ground, swept in all directions!
The directions on all sides are cut off by yin and yang graphics, and there are leaf chains in all directions. Li Ye will be attacked no matter how he evades, and as long as he is slightly taller, he will be surrounded by numerous leaf chains!
Li yelled at a dirty word, and said to the younger leader, "Fei Ye Suo Xian Zhen! Damn, come up and zoom in!"
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"You can deal with that kid with a little command? I heard that at Jimo Villa, you and the two teamed up together, and he did a few tricks with you."
Outside the station, facing the monks approaching step by step, the middle-aged Taoist calmly took down his long sword, and had time to talk with the boss.
Da Siming's mouth twitched and sneered, "Just a guy who practiced Qi seven layers, no matter how powerful he can toss out? In Jimo Villa, the reason why he can do a few tricks with us is just his combat power. Obviously, Gao Guoxiu is a realm, and we just despise the enemy. "
Middle-aged Taoist said, "Is that so?"
Da Shiming's face sank down: "You should know that Xiao Siming's temperament is calm and quiet on the weekdays, seemingly inconsistent with the world, but when did you lose? The last thing has made her very unhappy. This Back to her, she asked to fight with that guy alone, and she chose to stay away from the battlefield, so that we could not intervene. This is to find the dignity lost that day. "
In front of the middle-aged Taoist man raising his sword eyebrows, his were wiped on the blade body, and the dense lines were illuminated for the second time. He even outlined the pattern of cranes soaring in the clouds. Facing the seven or eight monks who rushed, he calmly cut out a sword "I have nothing to worry about as long as I am willing to take care of my life. When she is serious, I do n’t even dare to pick her up."
The middle-aged Taoist is Zhang Yunhe, the chief disciple of Penglai's generation.
He slashed out with a sword. Within twenty feet of him, no drop of rain fell.
There was no more rain around.
Only a flutter-winged white crane appeared out of thin air, drew its neck and groaned, as if to fly into the sky!
Seven or eight practitioners rushing towards them, some are about to jump out, some are lifting their swords, some are doing their tricks, but they are all dead at the moment!
Suddenly, Baihe lifted off, heavy rain fell, and the sound of wind and rain sounded again.
The seven or eight monks, when the first drop of rain fell on their shoulders, fell into the mud one after another without even moving their fingers.
Da Siming gave Zhang Yunhe a silent look: "A group of ants, is it worth your use of" He Qi Qi Jue "to make such a loud noise?"
Zhang Yunhe closed his sword and walked towards the post with his negative hand: "This is the first to win."
The boss ordered a smirk, but still followed.
After "Crane Qi" was launched, Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang appeared one after the other at the station. They saw Bai He take off and soar, and they saw seven or eight monks falling down one after another. That was Tsing Yi they hadn't seen or knew. The monk knocked on the door, but at this time saw Zhang Yunhe stepping forward, both of them frowned.
Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang met at Jimo Mountain Villa, holding the big fat of the oil-paper umbrella. At this moment, I saw her and Zhang Yunhe appear together, but I don't know where the other party came to find fault.
However, practicing the nine-layer grand commander's life is no longer what the two can handle, not to mention the addition of one, who can kill seven or eight monks with one sword.