Chapter 1259: patient

As soon as he heard the snoring, Qiu Shu’s face changed greatly, and the whole figure rushed in.
Tunxi was still worried, Wei Chengyuan quickly pulled her up and followed.
As soon as he entered the door, Tunxi smelled a strong smell of medicine.
It is not the fresh aroma of the medicinal herb, but the taste of the traditional Chinese medicine that she is dealing with, but it has a disgusting musty smell than the traditional Chinese medicine that she has made.
Then, a burst of heartbreaking snoring came, and the creek looked around and soon saw a man in a chair.
From the appearance of the man, it is probably about thirty or forty years old. The moiré brocade dark purple silk shirt worn on the body is faintly flowing with faint spiritual fluctuations. It is obviously a valuable defensive instrument.
Although the appearance of this middle-aged man is general, it is even more embarrassing at this time, and the face is distorted in painful mourning, but his body naturally exudes a kind of anger and arrogance, so that he does not appear to be embarrassed.
This middle-aged man is obviously a long-time person.
However, the status of the status is higher, as long as the disease is entangled, even if the person who cultivated the Tao into the immortal, will live in hell-like torture.
At this time, the middle-aged man was surrounded by seven or eight people, and each had a lot of wounds.
What shocked Tunxi was that these seven or eight people, each of them had the strength of the Yuan Ying period, and several of them may have reached the peak of the Yuan Ying period.
And the masters of such seven or eight yuan infancy, in order to subdue a person by the shackles, even suffered injuries.
I can imagine how strong the middle-aged man is.
In fact, Tunxi did not understand the strength of this middle-aged man, and even his depths were completely untouchable.
Let her have had this situation, only the cheap master of his own, Xuan Qingzhen.
Even Nangong and Xuanmu, although they can't see the true cultivation, they can also feel their strength level.
It seems that this man in front of him is the honor of Qiu Shu and Wei Chengyuan.
Is there such a horrible person on the mainland? Is he really a native of this continent? Will it be the same as Master, but also from the Siamese mainland?
The thoughts in the mind of Tunxi have been turned a thousand times, and over there, seven or eight Yuan infant warriors have not been able to control the statue.
The bundle of clasps on the upper body is getting tighter and tighter, and the spiritual light is getting more and more prosperous, but it makes a horrible snoring.
Qiu Shu, who had just entered the door, changed his face and quickly rushed forward to help. The mouth was anxious: "What happened? Is there still an hour? How come early?"
As he spoke, he picked up the whole body and tried to stop the movement of the middle-aged man.
Because of Qiu Shu’s joining, the middle-aged man’s crazy struggled body finally calmed down, and his eyes flashed a bit of clarity.
However, when Qiu Shu and others settled down, suddenly the middle-aged man broke out again with a beast-like snoring.
Just listening to the "啪" sound, the bundle of celestial ropes tied to him was actually made a fortune, and the rest was also crumbling, as if it would break at any time.
The brook is condensed, the slender fingers are extended, and three silver needles appear in her fingers, and they are shot toward the statue.
Wei Chengyuan, standing behind the Tunxi River, just looked over at her. When she saw her move, her heart disease was scared. When her mouth was opened, she would shout out "Hey, stop."