: 87. Can this be expected?

Yan Zhao song looked up and saw that the one-eyed old man was walking in the void, coming from the mountains. ◎
Looking down on the direction, the eyes turned around and finally landed on Yan Zhaoge: "Sure enough, this time depends on where you are going?"
"Yan Zhao Ge, you are a big dog."
"First, I was to cover my holy defection, and now I dare to kill my holy sect."
"You have to pay for Xiao Sheng!"
Watched by the other person's eyes, Yan Zhaoge's body is hot and dry, giving birth to a feeling of burning inside, as if the whole body is going to burn itself.
Yan Zhao’s song looks the same:
What do you mean by letting me stretch my neck and kill Xiao Sheng?

"Xiao Sheng wants to kill me, I will kill him, it's that simple."
The one-eyed old man’s eyebrows are erected and the fierce light is visible.
Look at his expression, as if the person in front of him is not a Yan Zhao song from the Guangshang Mountain. It is an honor to be a warrior from a small door and a small sect.
The other party stared coldly at Yan Zhaoge: "Oh?"
"The old man is going to kill you now, but I want to see how you can, can you kill the old man?"
Yan Zhao song laughs without saying.
There was a voice behind him: "You can't kill him."
During the storm, a powerful momentum emerged.
A figure is in the air, and when they speak, they are still far apart, but the voice has not fallen, and the person has already arrived.
It is a veteran who describes the old and thin, carrying his hands, and his feet are not sick.
Yan Zhaoge smiled and said: "Elders, have worked for you."
The skinny old man swings his hand: "Nothing."
He came to the one-eyed old man and said faintly: "The old age also wants to see, how do you kill my disciples in the face of aging?"
Seeing this thin old man appeared, Xu Chuan suddenly relieved: "The strong supporter of this door has arrived."
"Yan Shao will not be light and risky, and he will do his best."
Da Ri Sheng Zong has master support and set foot in the Eastern Tang Dynasty.
After Guangchaoshan got the news that Yan Zhao song killed Xiao Sheng, naturally he would not sit idly by.
Only the two sides also need a reaction time.
In comparison, although the Eastern Tang Dynasty is remote, it is still the boundary of the Tianyu area. It is easier to support the strong people of the mountain.
But the two sides are now fighting the battlefield, and they are in a difficult position.
How to accurately judge the other party's movements and determine the position of the other party depends on their respective local forces in the Eastern Tang Dynasty.
From this point of view, Zhao Yuan’s distress, and Yan Zhaoge were ambushed, and Yan Xu had to bear at least one job that was unfavorable and unclear.
Xu Chuan’s heart is slightly cold:
Is Yan Xu really deliberate?

"He is crazy, even if he argues that he is just a mistake, he has to take some responsibility!"
But let Xu Chuansong breathe a sigh of relief, Yan Zhaoge really prepared, he followed the adventure, bet on it.
The great emperor of the Great Day looked at the opposite of the master of the Guangshang Mountain, and said coldly: "You and I are in the same realm, can you keep him?"
As he spoke, the palms of his hands lifted, and the golden daylight of the sky converges, gathering together and gathering in the palm of his hand.
Then it was a palm shot, as if lifting a sun, falling down!
It is up to him to display the Heavenly Emperor's Palm, and it is even stronger than the Great Sun St. Zong Master of Lingfeng Valley!
Zhao Yuan and others who were present were in a nervous state.
As the one-eyed old man said, the strength of the two sides is similar, one side wants to kill, the other side wants to protect people.
Protecting one party is in an absolutely unfavorable position, and the initiative is in the hands of the enemy.
It may even be because the heart protects the object, and if it loses its own, it reveals its flaws and is swayed by the enemy. Instead, it folds itself.
By the time the protector and the protected person become the fish on the opponent's chopping board, they can only drink and hate on the spot.
The skinny old man looked calm and safe, and he was not anxious: "Since the old age appears here, you have the confidence to keep the disciples safe by one person."
"I don't dare to say that if you only have it, then it is really nothing to say."
As he said, the thin old man had a wrong palm and his palm was pale gold.
The heavy palms are diffused, covering the four fields, and the golden stream of light is intertwined in the sky, as if it is a golden rope, and the earth is tied.
The Emperor of the Great Emperor of the Great Day fell and was surrounded by golden ropes.
To the strongest momentum, I was constantly tempted by the soft to tough force, and it was difficult to break free.
"幌金掌?" The one-eyed old man’s brow suddenly erected.
The other side of the martial arts is the Guangcai Mountain Pass, one of the eight poles of the Eight Diagrams.
Yan Zhao song looked at the side, but also nodded, said: "It’s almost fire."
This martial art was previously in the town of Longyuan, and Yan Zhaoge also saw the elders of the hole exhibited, which is even more mysterious, but it is more because the elders of the hole themselves are more advanced.
The arrogance of the palm of the hand, the thin old man in front of the eyes, is the top in the same world.
The skinny old man showed his golden palm, and his body shape suddenly swayed, like a breeze, and he was quick and smart.
This is another school in the upper eight poles.
Fire robbery, wind robbery.
The skinny old man was sealed at the moment with his opponent’s use of the big day’s eastward assault.
The elders of the Great Day were mad at the fire.
The other side is similar to his strength, but the style of play is so flexible that he can't make it strong.
It is difficult for a thin old man to win him, but he can't break through the defense of the other side.
Do not say that he won, even if he wants to deal with Yan Zhaoge and others, he can only blink for a moment.
"Zhao Ge, you will leave this place first." The thin old man whispered while dismantling his opponent's offensive.
Yan Zhaoge and others immediately evacuated, and the two great masters let go of the battle. It is only after the wave that they can sweep around and destroy the surrounding.
But just not far away, suddenly a violent voice sounded, deafening: "Don't go!"
Hearing this voice, Yan Zhao’s brow suddenly picked.
"Ghost axe, Han Sheng!"
"In the current situation, he actually dared to take the lead?"
Between the black fog rolling, an old man who had to be published suddenly appeared.
A horrible atmosphere, not inferior to the two great masters who are fighting at the scene.
It was in the early days of the town, Long Yuanli, a glimpse of the moment, and Ye Jing, who had a bit of courage with Ye Jing.
Han Sheng, the old man of the axe, appeared, and his eyes fell on Yan Zhaoge.
Yan Zhaoge looked at it, only to see each other's eyes, in addition to violent, more greed and inquiry.
"He wants something from me." Yan Zhao sings his heart and turns, and instantly gives birth to a conjecture.
Not to be careful, Han Sheng has already screamed, his palms stretched out, black air condensed, and a big hand covering the sky to catch the Yan Zhao song.
The old man's brow suddenly wrinkled, and the show was raging, and his body shape turned and stopped in front of Han Sheng.
He opened the palm of his hand and suddenly Han Han also went in.
However, the loss of the other side, the other side of the Dalai Shengzong elders, the pressure suddenly eased.
On the day of the big day, Dongsheng’s body was unfolding, and the interception of the old man’s golden palm was forcibly passed.
Xu Chuan’s heart jumped and his face looked pale and looked at Yan Zhao’s song.
"Yan Shao, you must tell me, this is also in your estimation!"