Vol 2 Chapter 259: Stinky lady

.........Xu Qi'an's expression was stiff, no longer feeling proud, and staring at the white-clothed warlock blankly.
In his mind, the red skirt and white skirt floated away instantly.
"Your mother is from the line five hundred years ago, and that is the sister of the man I want to support now. Back then, when I formed an alliance with him and helped him rise to the top, he married my sister. The best in the world A reliable relationship of allies is first of all interests, and secondly, in-laws.
"After I married that Jinzhiyuye, I focused on planning the Shanhaiguan Campaign and stealing the Dafeng National Destiny. At the end of the Shanhaiguan Campaign, you were born."
call!
Xu Qi'an let out a sigh of relief, and the red and white skirts floated back.
Although he was considered to be a descendant of the Dafeng imperial family, he was in the same vein five hundred years ago, and he did not have much ties to Huaiqing and Lin'an.
People of the same surname in the previous life often said: We were a family five hundred years ago. .
However, it must be said that both Huaiqing and Lin'an are my clan sisters.
Then, he thought about whether what his father said was true or false.
The timing is consistent. The year I was born, in the memory of my second uncle, he and Xu Dalang fought at Shanhaiguan, so my aunt and my biological mother took care of me for a long time.........
Xu Qi'an was taken aback, realizing that something was wrong, and asked in a deep voice: "She, why was she the me who was born in Beijing?"
As he spoke, his face turned pale, he only felt that something in his body was turbulent, trying to resist something.
At the same time, the warrior's instinct was madly warning, and there was still no specific picture, but the heartfelt fear made him feel that he was a child stepping on a steel wire, falling at any time, falling to pieces.
This made Xu Qi'an realize that the white-clothed warlock had reached a critical moment in refining Qi Yun. If he succeeded, his Qi Yun would belong to others, and he would have nothing to do with himself.
And he will also leave with this entangled life and death.
Regarding what his son is about to face, the white warlock has no joy or sorrow, and his tone is as calm as ever:
"Your biological mother took advantage of my absence and went quietly to the capital city, where you were born. I didn't know this until I stole my luck."
"why?"
Xu Qi'an's mouth and nose spilled blood? Looking at him deeply.
The white warlock's tone did not fluctuate:
"You were born to hold Qi Luck? Use it as a container. This is not only a game between me and that vein, but also because the time has not come? Before the incident? It is not appropriate to implant Qi Luck into the body of that vein of the royal family.
"Your biological mother is a very scheming woman. She is resigned and submissive? She is willing to give everything for the rise of the family, but she pretends. Are you her first child? She is reluctant to die? So she fled to the capital to live you Come down.
"The prison is in the capital, he will be your biggest umbrella."
So that's it... Xu Qi'an sighed, without any doubt.
I don't know why, what I was thinking at the moment? It was Jianzheng that bad old man.
Dafeng's most miserable old man.
"So? Ji Qian is still my cousin?"
Xu Qi'an asked, the blood in his nose was left on his mouth, and he wanted to wipe it, but he couldn't move.
"Correct!"
The white warlock nodded.
Killed well, cousin deserves to die? Well, this is not what I said? This is what a well-known writer in the past life said........He is slanderous in his heart to relieve his anxiety.
"Is this your back hand?"
At this moment? The White Warlock said suddenly.
Outside the valley, Dean Zhao Shou brought Xu Pingzhi?
"You really are here? You really are here..."
Xu Ershu's voice was sharp? His expression was sad and ruthless, and his eyes were red.
The white warlock did not look at him, and whispered:
"When I was young, I used to bring him here to show him my formation. This is the secret base of our brothers. Later, the formation here became more perfect and stronger, condensing my half-life Hard work.
"But it's a disguised tail that makes me unable to abandon this place. It's not safe here, because besides me, there is Jiro knows. You guessed it right. When I appear in full view, the technique of shielding the secret will be solved by itself. .Jiro will think of me again.
"That's why I deliberately blocked your existence, so that his memory will be confused again."
But you didn't expect that I had long understood the profound meaning of the technique of shielding the secrets... Xu Qi'an was expressionless.
Uncle Xu slammed his head into the air world, his head battered, and roared:
"Xu Pingfeng, you are something inferior to a pig and a dog. He is your son, my nephew. Tiger poison doesn't even eat seeds. What are you doing in human affairs?"
The muscles of his face were twisted, and the blue veins on his forehead bulged out, making him look quite hideous.
Xu Qi'an first saw his second uncle so angry.
The sorcerer in white said lightly: "This is a matter between our father and son. I gave him his life."
boom!
Xu Pingzhi hit the Qi world with a punch, like an old beast that was stimulated, fierce and fierce:
"Father and son? Are you worthy! Are you worthy of being his father? He is the son of my Xu family. I raised him. You want to kill him. Have you asked me? Did I agree? Open the formation, I will kill you, kill you!!!"
He punched the air with a punch, and his fist was dripping with blood.
The second uncle.........Xu Qi'an watched silently, watching a middle-aged man go crazy.
Xu Pingzhi had nothing but promises at home and was slippery outside. The killing spirit that he had trained in the battlefield that year had long been wiped out in officialdom.
But no matter what the only man is, if his child is in danger, he will strike out without hesitation.
Even if it is an elephant.
The white-clothed warlock retracted his gaze, glanced at Xu Qi'an, and raised the corner of his mouth:
"But it's late!"
He tugged hard, and pulled out the air luck that ordinary people couldn't see from the top of Xu Qi'an little by little.
During this process, Xu Qi'an's body kept chapped, the blood was flowing like a puff, his mouth and nose kept bleeding, and he roared in pain.
The nephew's roar, like a heavy hammer hitting Xu Pingzhi's heart, made him shake.
Suddenly the old man didn't dare to be arrogant anymore, he knelt down next to the air world, and pleaded bitterly:
"Don't kill him, brother, please, don't kill him, he is the child I raised, my cub, please don't kill him...
"I have raised him for twenty-one years, you can't do this, you really can't do it... Brother, it seems that in the past, you can give him back to me."
The white-clothed warlock was heart-hearted, turning a blind eye, pulling out his luck.
"Stay back!"
Zhao Shou waved his sleeve and swung Xu Ershu away. Then, he put on a Confucian crown, put his right hand in his sleeve, and held a carving knife.
The Confucian crown and the carving knife rushed into the sky, echoing each other.
Zhao Shou was holding the carving knife and stabs it towards him. With the blessing of the sub-sage Confucian crown and the third-ranking great Confucian, the carving knife burst into a sky of clear light. The white warlock spent more than 30 years to arrange the large formation, which was instantly breached.
The outermost Qi world collapsed and could no longer block the entry of outsiders.
"Here, no luck can be removed."
Zhao Shou announced.
But this time, the Confucian method of utterance became invalid.
The white-clothed warlock's pulling action was blocked, but he quickly got rid of the effect of uttering the law.
"This place is different from the laws of the world. If you want Confucianism to rule in my "world", you have to ask me if I agree."
The white warlock gave a "hey", confident.
Zhao Shou took a step forward and stabbed the Confucianist carving knife again, and the sub-sage Confucian crown sprinkled a wave of clear light on the carving knife.
Zhao Shou said: "Broken the formation!"
The method of speaking is then blessed on the carving knife with strength.
Since you change the rules, then I can also break the formation.
Holding the knife seemed to turn into a scorching sun, the clear light was so intense that it was almost blazing white, it advanced quickly, and it collapsed with layers of formations.
This peerless array of 108 formations could not stop a third-ranked Confucian who wears a Confucian crown and holds a carving knife.
Even if the main formation is a second-tier warlock.
But for the white-clothed warlock, it was expected that the third-ranked Confucian who could not stop the full firepower, he still wanted to delay time, because most of Xu Qi'an's luck had been taken out.
At this moment, a sword light filled with the intent of killing and killing appeared from the void, smashing one formation rune after another.
The sword is unparalleled.
A white-clothed warlock pressed his free hand, and an array pattern lighted up somewhere, forming a gas wall, blocking the light of the knife.
The light of the knife slashed on the air wall, like a clay cow entering the sea, disappearing.
Send!
He sent the knife light away.
"Transmission is prohibited here."
Zhao Shou calmly gave a countermeasure. As the formation collapsed, the force of Confucianism that said the law further invaded this place.
The void suddenly boiled, one after another unmatched sword intent appeared, unstoppable, slashing the formation pattern.
This allowed Zhao Shou to advance more easily, and he was about to rush to the front when he saw it. Suddenly, the corpse of the old man Tiangu, the eyes without eyeballs, only white eyes, faintly lit up.
Zhao Shou suddenly lost his goal. He stood blankly, and the front was empty, without Xu Qi'an and the White Warlock.
This was an "unknown" method, which hid Xu Qi'an and the White Warlock to delay time.
Zhao Shou frowned, raised his hand, and flicked the Confucian crown.
The Confucian crown trembled, and the light was swayed like a water wave. In the dark, the power that had enveloped Zhao Shou was washed away, and the figures of Xu Qi'an and the white warlock appeared again.
"enough!"
The white warlock smiled ~EbookFREE.me~ He has thoroughly refined the Qi Luck in Xu Qi'an.
"I didn't know the second uncle knew this."
At this time, he heard Xu Qi'an whisper.
The white warlock frowned, and his bloodline's face was not at all desperate and panic, but rather calm.
Xu Qi'an continued: "So, my real life-saving means is not Zhao Shou and the ancestors of the Wulin League, at least I haven't completely placed my hopes on them."
After a pause, a happy smile appeared on his face: "Are you really a prisoner and do nothing?"
"Stinky lady, what are you waiting for!"
He shouted.
As the voice fell, behind Xu Qi'an, illusory, fluffy foxtails grew, just like a peacock on the screen, beautiful and terrifying.
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PS: It was delayed by seven minutes, but finally caught up.