Chapter 513: Discipline, let go (44)

His eyebrows are as old as they were, with a touch of gloom, but Zhao He saw disgust before, but now I don’t know why it’s rising. A fear, subconsciously receding.
The feast took a step forward without hesitation.
Zhao Wo’s voice trembled and his pupils shrank.
Don’t come over. You are not a feast! Who are you!

In his impression, the other party is a waste, how could it be so powerful.
The feast is faint, "The Master is at rest, you have to disturb her."
Zhao He saw that his eyes were dark and heavy, as if he had crossed a layer of fearful atmosphere, and immediately pointed at him with fear and trepidation. "You are not a feast, you are a magician right??"
The fear in the other’s eyes is disgusting and fearful, and stabbing the nerves of the feast. He can’t help but think that the teacher will look at him like this in the future. He can’t help but feel a pain in his heart, and then look at Zhao’s eyes with full killing. .
Zhao He was so scared that he immediately sneaked into the urine, and he refused to be a small person who was greedy and fearful of death. He wanted to climb to his own teacher's side. "Master! Rescue disciple! Master!"
The feast squinted slightly, and the look on his face became more and more gloomy. At the moment, Zhao Zhao lifted it and grabbed the other's neck.
Zhao He struggled with his feet, his neck was blushing, his face was like a broken open, his eyes could not be turned outwards, and the flying sword in his hand fell to the ground and made a harsh sound.
"Hey..." A slight snoring came from there.
The feast of the feast is shrinking, and the man can't help but loose.
Zhao He took the opportunity to break his movements and quickly fled the place.
The feast took a look and did not catch up.
Because as early as he was, he had already sent a trace of magic into this Zhao He's body, as long as the other party is still in this small secret, he will kill him sooner or later.
The pace was rushed to the side of the man, and the feast whispered, "Master?"
Shen Mubai woke up from a coma, and there was some emptiness in Dantian. Even the body was very lacking. She opened her eyes a little, and the eyes were covered with potholes.
"Master," came a low voice behind him, not to care.
Shen Mubai fixed his eyes and took a breath, "feasting."
"It’s a disciple." The feast lifted her up and responded.
Shen Mubai looked around and looked awkward. "Where is this?"
The feast was slightly squinted, and the tone was calm. "After the stun of the master, I don't know why I only feel that the body is hot. Dantian has ample aura, can't control myself, kills those monsters under the sword. Later, the disciple took the teacher to walk in the place for several hours, suddenly saw a fuzzy light, and walked over and found that it was the exit." He lifted his eyes, his eyes were dark and heavy. "What is the difference between the body and the body?"
Shen Mubai saw that his body was much more stable than before. When he was shocked, he quickly said, "Come here."
The feast of obedience relied on the past.
Shen Mubai put his hand over his Dantian. When he noticed the change inside, his eyes were wrong first, and then he thought that this was the male master and calmed down.
As everyone knows, the feast brought her all eyes into her eyes, and her fingers trembled.
Sure enough? Master respect...
If you enter the Mahayana period within three hundred years, what will you do when you get there.
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