Chapter 617: Guild Wars

Chapter 617 Guild Wars Xiangguo Temple
The old martial arts are strong and strong, and the internal strength is deep. The scorpion beads are flying in the hands, and they are heavily hit in the eyebrows of a black man. The blood is sprayed out, and the black people are not screaming, they are squinting. Falling to the ground...
The old man smashed the light gray robes, and the cockroaches with the internal force fluttered, and the white beards fluttered gently with the wind. The kindness and kindness of the eyebrows was like the singularity of the Pudu sentient beings.
The black man has a chill in the whole body, and the bottom of the scorpion is more intense, the toes are lighter, the sky is rising, the smashing, the sinister sword screams the old man to stab the past: but it is a nosy, old monk, still wants Pudu sentient beings...
The old man's wrist was lightly turned, and the palm of his hand flew out. He greeted the swords of the black people. He only listened to the sound of 'Dangdang', the swords of the black people were interrupted, and the black people were also beaten. In the middle of the shoulder, I flew out...
Suddenly, a black man emerged from behind the black people, and the long sword in his hand stabbed the old man's chest, dragging the old man and rushing to the wall not far away.
The black people who fell to the ground also stood up, holding the broken sword and stabbing the old man without mercy.
Seeing that the long sword is going to stab the old man, a few powerful internal forces flew in from the door, slid across the neck of a black man, only listening to the sound of the 'brushing brush', the people of the black The action was awkward, and a thin wound was opened on the neck. The wound was getting bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger, and the red blood spilled out. The black people pounced on the ground.
In the big eyes, I saw a young man coming in, snow coat, Tsinghua noble, obsidian-like eyes flashing Guanghua, it is the happy Wang Shizi Ouyang Shaohao.
Looking at the blood everywhere, and the dead bodies that fell to the ground, he frowned slightly: they seemed to be late...
The old man lost his pillar and slid down the wall to the ground, his eyes closed, and he did not know whether he was dead or alive.
Murong Xue rushed over, took out a few silver needles, and tied it on the chest of the old man. The wound gradually stopped bleeding. The old man’s pale face looked slightly better. He coughed a few times and opened his eyes. He saw it at a glance. Murong Xue's dignified face, the old man's eyes are kindly: "Is the donor saved Lao Na?"
"Okay." Murong Xue smiled softly.
The old man put his hands together: "Amitabha, thank you for your help."
"Masters don't have to be polite, save a life, and win a seven-level float." Murong Xue smiled slightly and gently twitched the hemostatic needle.
The old man’s face turned slightly, and Ci’s gaze swept through a black man. The incomprehensible said:
The old man’s life has never been blamed, how can there be black people to assassinate the old man?

Murong Xue’s eyes flashed unnaturally, slowing down the voice:
Master, your law number is called one?

"Exactly!" The master returned with a slight nod.
Murong Xue’s bottom flashed a touch, because he was a master, and he held the same thing ten years ago, and he was assassinated by the black man.
When she got the news of the master, she rushed to Xiangguo Temple as soon as possible. I did not expect that someone sent by someone actually rushed in front of her...
Murong Xue flashed a touch of dignified color at the bottom, looking up at the master: "Master, ten years ago, was there someone who asked you to keep a thing?"
The old man’s eyes were slightly stunned, and the bottom of the sill flashed a hint of alertness:
What do you mean?

"The meaning is that these people are going to assassinate you, in order to prevent you from surrendering things." Murong Xue said a word, his eyes were dignified.
The master of the reunion is deep: "What are you?"
"I am a friend of that person, come and take the thing for him." Murong Xue said softly, lest the master did not believe, took out the silver key.
The silver key reflects the dazzling light in the sun. The master slowly raises his hand and carefully touches the dark texture on the silver key. The high hanging heart is slightly lowered. It is indeed the key. not bad.
The master returned to look at Murong Xue: "Where is the owner of the silver key now?"
Murong Xue’s eyes sank:
It’s passed away.

The master of the reunion stunned and shook his head and sighed: he should have guessed that since he had let others take things for him, he must have been gone!
"Amitabha, is the female donor?"
"Mu Rongxue of the town of Houfu, Murong is my father." Murong Xue said a word, his eyes were dignified.
"Oh, I knew this before, I knew it would be like this." The master returned with a heavy sigh, and the bottom of the sigh flashed with a strong helplessness, and lowered the voice: "That thing, in the dark space of the old room...


Thank you for the master!
Murong Xue looked at the micro-condensation and walked quickly. The cold voice was heard from her in the wind:
Weifeng, take care of the master!

"Yes." Wei Feng took the lead and showed his body shape...
At the entrance of the Daxiong Hall, a lot of pilgrims came to see the lively pilgrims. The abbots in the Xiangguo Temple and the little monks were also anxiously rushing here.
Ouyang Shaohao, Murong Xue did not care, quickly arranged everyone, along the road paved by the bluestone, quickly walked to the room where the masters lived.
Walking and walking, a figure suddenly came over from the side road, and ran straight into Murong Xue. Murong Xue glanced at him and quickly turned sideways. The man rubbed her clothes and slid over it, hitting the tree trunk next to it. Dizzy and tinnitus, and staring at Venus.
"Old lady... old lady..." The two hurriedly rushed over and held the man with concern.
The man looked up to Murong Xue little by little, and there was a raging anger at the bottom: "Mu Rongxue, what do you do?"
Murong Xue looked at the side, saw a familiar face, wearing a face, hair high beam, was suddenly driven out of the town of Houfu, Du Fu: "Grandma, this should be I ask you? I am on the road Ok, how do you suddenly come out from the side?"
"What made me suddenly come out from the side? Here is the Xiangguo Temple. I burned the incense, worshipped the Buddha, walked here, and walked away?" Du's eyes were cold.
Murong Xue's cold eyes swept through the fragrant flowers, green bamboo, and the environment was very good. It was indeed a good place to take a walk: "I am also taking a walk. We don't make rivers in the well water. Everything is good."
Seeing that Murong Xue finished this sentence, he would turn and leave, and Du's coldly stopped her: "Wait."
"What else?" Murong Xueton stepped down, but did not look back.
"You just hit me, and even apologize is not ready to say?" Du Shi looked at Murong Xue, and the bottom of the cold man swept.
Murong Xue snorted and turned to look at Du Shi: "Grandma, you figured out, I just didn't even touch your clothes corner, how can I hit you?"
(End of this chapter)