Vol 3 Chapter 315: 3 big youth geniuses come out

"Yes, by my side, do you have any opinions?". The shadow of the ghost is cold, and the eye shines sharply, penetrates the darkness, and falls on the shadow.

The shadow was cold and hesitated for a moment. He shook his head. "No, no opinion."

When she answered this sentence, she had already left half of a figure to stop, and after returning to the murderous eyes, she hated the disappearance in the night.

"Let's go." Ghostly sharp and indifferent eyes retracted from the shadow, turned and walked into the darkness, and the shadows hesitated for a while, and eventually followed up, hidden in the darkness.

The night, getting darker and darker, the town is getting quieter and quieter, and even the sounds of those unknown bugs are gradually stifling.

At this time, a gust of wind blew from the center of the town, a figure flying in the wind, and instantly fell to the door of the town's guest shop.

The figure stood at the door and looked around, confirming that no one had plunged into the roof of the store and flew into the guest shop.

"Hey."

Gently knocked three times, and there was a response inside, "Who?"

"It's me." The outside figure responded.

"Oh," the door opened, and a young man was pleasantly surprised: "Master, you are finally here."

"Well, go in and say." The outside figure flashed into the room.

The young man quickly closed the door and opened the bed with a light that was not very bright.

"Master, has the thing got it?". After the lights were turned on, the young man looked at the figure who had just entered.

Under the light, the figure of the figure is revealed, it is a hunchback old man.

The old man nodded. "Can your master get out of it? Right, is there any abnormality around this?"

"No." The young man shook his head. "The disciple lived here for a day, and found no unusual people. This cold town is estimated to be no one likes."

"Well, this is also true. But we can't take it lightly, take a break, and we will leave immediately after dawn." The old man with hunchback solemnly said.

"Good master." The young man promised, but his eyes were still staring at the old man, his eyes flashing, as if he was searching for something. He went wherever he wondered what the old man had to go. Didn't he say that things were ready? He didn't have anything to bring with him.

"What do you think of your kid looking at me?" The old man was very angry. "I still don't give the master a glass of water. Do you want to die the master?"

The young man reacted and hurriedly said, "Oh, oh, it’s the master, I will pour you water."

The young man moved quickly and quickly, and soon poured a glass of water. During the process of the water coming, one of his fingers slid into the water intentionally or unintentionally and gently stirred it.

"Master, the water is coming. Please drink water." The young man sent the water to the humpback old man.

"Yeah." The hunchback old man nodded and took the water.

The young man looked at the water in the hands of the old man, staring at the action of the old man. The expression between the eyebrows seemed a little urgent. He hoped that God would drink this glass of water.

However, the old man was not as good as he wanted. The old guy suddenly put the cup on his lips and suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on the water in the cup, his eyes flashed.

The young man’s heart is tight, what did he find?

"Apprentice, can this water drink?" The old man asked this to let the young man tremble and instinctively react quickly.

"Master, of course, can drink, the disciples have been drinking."

"Yes, then you drink." The old man sneered, the cup of tea was cold and not smashed to the young people, and at the same time the boxing wind exploded, whistling through the water mist, first stepping to the young people.

The young man seems to have expected it in general. Although this was a sudden attack, his skill was not weak. He rushed to fight and rushed to cover the door.

"Boom!"

The fist of the old man bombarded the fist of the young man, the young man was repelled, and a loud bang was heard. The back slammed into the wall of the room, and the whole room trembled. But the walls are nothing, intact. It can be seen that the strength of the punch of the old man on the hunchback was mostly smashed by the young man. Otherwise, the power of the old man who was just hunchbacked, the wall behind the young man would definitely be knocked out of a huge hole.

"Well?" The humpback old man was a little surprised. "Strong strength, who are you?"

"Oh, empty air is not empty, really savage giant." The young man smiled a few times, tearing off a face of his face, a thin and white face exposed.

Seeing this face, the old man's face changed, "Tianhanmen feather fan?"

"It is the younger generation." The fan of the fan smiled slightly. The "sand" sounded, and a black feather fan spread out. The feather fan was painted with a white sword. Although it was only an image, it gave a sharp sword. The edge.

"Who else, come out." Kong Ming shouted around.

"Hey." Two sounds, the window outside the room broke into the individual, the same two young people.

A young man in black with an ancient sword on his back.

Another dress that is a bit weird, a costumed white robe, has a huge crescent moon before and after the robe, the crescent moon is black, and the black crescent moon.

"The ancient swordsmen have less swords and less protection, and the holy month teaches the ruthless Son. Haha, the young geniuses of the three sects have come, and I really can see my old man." Empty laughter, laughter, he looked cold, "So, have you been killed by you?"

"Yes." Lu Fanzi still has a smile on his face, and he smiles very strangely. He is very disgusted with the air. "The empty ancestors, your disciple is really waste, and it is also tarnishing your reputation, so we help you kill." ""

"So, I have to thank you guys. Hey." The air was cold and cold, and the body was violently tumbling.

In the face of the murderousness of the old man, the three men did not change their colors. The other two were cold and the feather fan was still smiling. "Thank you for not having to, as long as the predecessors hand over things, we will not be embarrassed by your elderly. ""

"Things, hahaha..." Empty laughter, "The abacus of the three major sects played very well, but even if you are a genius, in the eyes of the old man, it is only in the middle of the realm of the district, you want to deal with me, Not qualified enough."

"The three of them may still be almost, but add me." A heavyweight sound came out, and then a wind slid in. The phoenix stopped the appearance of the figure, and there was an old man who was full of blond hair dancing in the room.

"Golden mad lion?" The eyes of the air stunned, the eyes showed a dignified color, and there was anger. "Golden lion, you Jinwumen was wiped out clean, you don't want to revenge for those of your disciples, but run Come and fight with three young people to rob me, you really have the ability, hehe." In the tone, it is ironic and disdainful.

Not to mention that Jinwumen was annihilated, and the mad lion was also angry. "Well, you are empty. On the same day, when you watched me, Jinwumen was destroyed. You actually stood by and saw that Jinwumen was slaughtered but indifferent. Do you still have a face to mention this?"

"Hey." Empty and disdain, "Why should I shoot, you give me a reason to help you Jinwumen."

"You, just rely on, we are all half-old martial arts, you should help." Jin mad lion forced to say a reason.

"Wu Lin Tongdao? You also have to say these words, then why do you want to rob me of this martial arts fellow?" The sarcasm on the face of the empty old man is more intense.

"Oh, that's why you don't care about martial arts first. Of course, as long as you hand over things, we will still take care of the martial arts." The Golden Lion also showed a fake look.

"If I don't pay?" The eyes of Kong Ming are colder.

"The old man wants to kill only one person today, that is, Qin Hao who killed me in Jinwumen. If you are stubborn and want to die, I don't mind killing you first, then go to the doctor's door to kill Qin Hao that little hybrid. "The golden lion's gaze is also cold, and a blond hair dances.

"You are really arrogant, killing and killing, why not stop talking." The sword in the ancient sword is less open, and the indifferent voice transmits the edge of a sword. His hand has already bypassed the top of the head and slowly put the one. The ancient sword pulled out the scabbard.

The blade is dark and the atmosphere is simple, revealing the vicissitudes of life and the thick.

Gu Jianzong is famous for his swords, especially the ancient swords. Each sword has a legend, and there is an amazing story. Every sword is so earth-shattering.

When the ancient sword came out, not only was it empty, but several people next to it stared at the sword, and they spit out a few words in their hearts: the ancient sword, the good sword.

"Oh." Faced with the murderous air that a few people exude, the empty old man sneered calmly. "You want to kill me, you can think about it. If I die, you will never get what you want, that thing." I am hiding in a place where I only know."

"Haha, empty, people say that you are a tyrannical tycoon, and sure enough." The golden lion smirked with a sly smile. "But you also lie to the young people. You will put the set in the old rivers and lakes." If you don't guess wrong, the thing is on your back, and there is a hunchback for no reason. The hunchback is such a thing."

This time ~EbookFREE.me~ there is a change in the face of Kong Ming.

Seeing the change of the empty meditation, the face of the Golden Lion was more joyful. "It seems that I am right. A few young sons, pay attention to the things on his back when he shoots."

"Understand." The ancient swordsman was the first to take the shot, the quaint giant sword stabbed, and the sea and the sky changed dramatically, giving people a heavy pressure.

This is the will of the sword, the soul of the sword.

The ancient sword that has been passed down for a long time will be merged into the sword by the sword masters of generations, thus becoming the will and soul of the sword, which can give the enemy the will and the oppression of the soul, thus disrupting the opponent to some extent. The mind, weakening the strength of the opponent, can not easily be killed if the mind is not strong.

With the shot of the sword, the other two young people also moved, and the fan of the fan fan was thrown out, and if there was a false shadow of the sword, there was no hegemony.

The sacred sacred script of the Holy Moon is a bit weird. The robe screams and roars in the thick fog. The black tentacles emerge from the black mist and quickly catch it.