Chapter 438: The younger brother suspects that he bends 16 every day.

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Hearing the ceremony, he looked at the big pile of clothes that the boss had taken, only to feel black.
If it weren't for these days, he could see that Azhao was really good to himself. He couldn't help but wonder if this person intended to use this to torture himself.
Seeing that Azhao still wants to try on his own, he suddenly has a chance to move.
Azhao only felt that his sleeve was pulled.
She looked down and saw that the younger brother was watching himself.
"Brother, I am hungry."
hungry?
Yes!
The younger brother is not yet building a foundation, and he cannot be the same.
I thought about how to dress up the younger brother, but I forgot about it.
A Zhao’s heart was awkward.
"Then let's go eat, boss, let's check out what we saw before."
Refused to the shopkeeper's intimate service to send the address to the door, Azhao put the clothes into the storage ring, and went out with the smell of people.
The smell of people was finally relieved.
After the meal was over, he resolutely refused the suggestion that Azhao would continue to show his clothes.
Azhao can only let go of his regrets, and instead go shopping with the smell of people, and he is ready to return to Lingyun Xianzong.
Just out of the city, not at the foot of Lingyun Xianzong Mountain, Azhao suddenly looked like a meal.
The instinct that was originally held by him in his hand was tight, and the whole person was hugged and quickly retreated.
The aura of light is now, the ground is cracked, and the momentum of the monks is suppressed.
He couldn't stand it, his throat slammed and a blood spurted out.
Azhao looked a sinking, the next moment, the soft breath passed, smelling people know that this is someone who has smashed the enemy against him.
A skinny black man stood quietly in front of him.
Azhao quickly turned over all kinds of information in memory and said coldly: "Black wind ancestors?"
The old man did not deny: "The old man has been retiring for many years. When he went out, he heard that Lingyun Xianzong had a peerless genius who was less than 30 gods. It was you who wanted to come."
It is not good.
A Zhao eyes a glimpse, the snow shines through, the life sword has appeared in the hands.
The black wind ancestors looked calm and looked at Azhao's look but was extremely indifferent: "You are a rare genius. What a pity..."
"What a pity?" A Zhaoyang handcuffed, but found that the space here was blocked, the signal could not be sent out.
"It's a pity that you are the right person, so you must die."
Azhao will release the people's gift: "My brother is a child, but may you let him die?"
The black wind ancestors indifferent road: "The children of the right way, in my hands, never leave alive."
A Zhao set up a bodyguard enchantment on the smell of people and let him stay aside.
The smell of people is nervous: "Brother, we..."
There was a warm touch on the top of the head, and the words of the people’s rituals were heard. It turned out that Azhao touched his head.
"Don't worry, the brothers must protect you."
After Azhao finished, he turned to the black wind ancestors.
She is not nonsense, she has a long sword in her hand and has already shot.
The smell of people is looking up.
In the past life, he often heard people say that he had never seen Zhao Mingdao’s sword, and he did not know what the real sword was.
It was a very ordinary sword, and there was no fancy movement.
But that sword light, the life passed over the glory of the sun, the hollow and the breath, wrapped in destruction and a forward-looking gesture, blink of an eye to the front of the black wind ancestors.
The black wind ancestors seem to be hiding.
But he does not need to hide.
The sword light that was enough to split everything stopped when he was able to reach him.
Like time stagnation.