Chapter 409: Some stories don't need to know

The restaurant is still noisy inside and outside.
The Daxu dynasty has always been rich, the people are willing to spend money, and dare to spend money. After all, the Goyang Gaoshi, sitting in the dragon chair, has created an extremely peaceful Taiping event in these hundreds of years.
On the second floor window, Mao Xiaodong looked out the window and reminded Chen Ping, who was behind him, "Remember to protect yourself, don't worry about me."
Jiu Jing Jin Dan Jian Xiu, Longmen Jingbing monk, Longmen Jingzheng, far away Wufu, Jin Wujing Wufu.
Five assassins.
Regardless of their status, regardless of their position, they are all gathered together and hidden in the square of this restaurant.
This kind of squad, let alone chasing and killing a Yuan Ying celestial besides a sword repair, I am afraid that the jade monk can kill.
Chen Pingan remembered the demon slayer in the national costume of the colorful city, the wrist and the ankle with a bell. The two men met at the time. As a woman of the county guard, although she was not high, but every time she helped, Just right, let Chen Ping feel good about her.
After traveling to the two continents plus an upside down mountain, he was always Chen Heping or alone with the strong to catch and kill, or with a picture of four people, after a hammer, the person is still Chen Pingan. This time in the Dagu capital city, it became him that Chen Pingan only needs to stand behind Mao Xiaodong. This situation makes Chen Pingan somewhat strange. However, at the bottom of my heart, there are still some regrets. After all, it is not in the "head of a who is pressing the heavens to suppress people", and returning to the vast world, his Chen Ping is still too low.
Mao Xiaodong smiled and said: "When you are here, I am still a non-promising Yuan Ying monk. See if I am not dying for you."
Chen Pingan was helpless, took a picture of the waist and raised the sword, and told Feijian the first and fifteenths with his heart, ready to appear assassin.
In the two large sleeves of the robe of the robe, the right-handed tip has a constricted position to prevent sneak attacks, and the left hand is the real-time symbol of the day and night to defend against strong enemies.
Mao Xiaodong is relieved.
The younger brother is so far away from the rivers and lakes road, did not go away.
Mao Xiaodong suddenly sounded a voice on Chen Pingxin Lake and asked: "Is there any experience of walking along the banks of the Chang River? It is even more uncomfortable than the previous suppression in the Temple of Literature."
Chen Pingan replied with the number of Wufu Roads that were assembled into a line. He replied: "Through two times, the first time I have not yet practiced martial arts, I walked through the town of Zhuzhudong. The second time in the Huanhuafu, I was observed. The old master is pulling, probably has seen the flow of water for at least two hundred years, and often reversed in order, staggered back and forth, so although I was already Wu Wufu, I still felt very difficult, than in the original Luoshan People feed the boxing, and the taste is not bad."
Mao Xiaodong smiled and asked: "Before you were in the study, I was chatting and traveling, why didn't you say it earlier? It is worthy of showing off the feats. If you don't come out and say it to others, it is equal to bitterness. Even if I am such a Yuanying monk, Before becoming a seated person in the Cliff College, I have never seen the scenery of the Changyue River, which is the picture that the Yuxiu monk can reach."
Chen Pingling’s brilliance is now, and the words are broken.
The Maoshan master really has a mountain magical power. For the time being, this is a small world of a college?!

Mao Xiaodong nodded: "False, in the past few years, by sheltering the small treasure bottle, walking around the Datun capital, and crossing the sea, it is this secret. The shoulders of the school are holding the incense of the academy. The heart is indispensable."
Chen Ping nodded and said: "I understand."
Mao Xiaodong smiled and said: "You didn't even yell at Mao's brother. I want you to understand?"
Chen Pingan confessed to losing money and stopped talking.
After Mao Xiaodong had one hand, he raised his arm with one hand and made a pen with his fingers. In a flash, he wrote the words "Ya Ya Shu Yuan". When each pen was completed, there would be golden light flowing from the fingers and not scattered.
After writing, Mao Xiaodong shook his sleeves and smiled: "Heaven and earth!"
The four golden characters flashed to the square.
Mao Xiaodong turned his head and said: "Sit and drink."
As the voice just fell, Mao Xiaodong has disappeared.
Chen Pingan took a deep breath and engraved the familiar feeling of the heart. As the river rushed, Chen Pingan seemed to be a person who was not good at swimming, and was instantly exposed to the bottom of the water.
The world is still.
There was no more noise in the restaurant.
The Longmen Jingzheng is secretly sneaking up on the "dispatching the ranks". When the aura suddenly stagnate and runs poorly, he suddenly looks up and sees the pedestrians standing still, the sky birds in the corner of his eyes, only hovering.
The squad wouldn't be expected to be traced by Mao Xiaodong of the Cliff College. He would no longer cover up the air, and the scorpion would pour out. He held a golden symbol between his fingers and was about to move.
Holding one hand on the shoulder of one person, he smiled and said: "You are in this way, it is born out of the middle of the road, Junning Quanzheng, the whole story of the Dragon Gate, right?"
The array is awkward.
It was the big hand that the man was resting on his shoulder after he was alive and kicked. This person was full of red face, and he hoped that the rest of the four people could rescue in time to help themselves get out of trouble.
A faculty member needs to use the power of the heavens and the earth that is pulled by the array method. The grinding and quenching of his own body is vastly different from the sword repair, the military monk and the pure Wufu.
Fortunately, the array is not completely desperate.
A slap in the northeast direction, like a white line, swiftly swept away, pointed by the tip of the sword, it is the Mao Xiaodong eyebrows behind the division.
The sword is light in the small world, the trajectory is not completely straight, the tip of the sword appears subtle tremor, and the blade of the sword of the life is fluctuating.
The creaking, where the flying sword went, friction sprayed a series of electro-optic flints, which was extremely eye-catching.
This is the fierce flying sword, and this small heaven has a conflict.
Mao Xiaodong did not evade, there was no sign of calling a Yuan Yingying aura.
The flying sword, which is less than a foot away from the tall old man and the strategist, suddenly provoked a circle of shackles, such as Shitou Lake, which crashed into the water and disappeared.
At the same time, the squadron bleeds and trembles involuntarily. This movement has collided with the omnipresent stream of small heavens. The more bloody, the more horrible, the turbulence in the body. All the key to the warmth of the life, the heart and the top of the house, like the nails, the strategist tried to move the with the life-saving symbol, the fingers can move, but the body is thick Such as the aura of mercury, icing in general, can not move.
Mao Xiaodong took the neck of the person and threw it to somewhere behind him.
The sword of the sacred sword of Jin Danjian repaired a stream of water whirlpool behind Mao Xiaodong, such as the sinister broke into the door and spit it out quickly.
It may already be late.
The squad who was seriously injured and killed just happened to block the route of the flying sword.
In the distance, the Jiu Jing Jian Xiu did not have any intention to stop flying swords. He directly penetrated the body of the squad and drove the sword with his heart and continued to assassinate Mao Xiaodong!
The squad was killed on the spot and died.
Doesn't it mean that Mao Xiaodong left Donghua Mountain, is it just a Yuanying monk?
On the way to practice, the three teachings of the philosophers, the roads, the alchemy, the medicine, the health, the gods, the gas guide, the inner smelt, but the old side, once crossed the threshold, in the five The situation has become a in the eyes of the vulgar masters.
The person who can be a monk, cut off the red dust on the mountain, ignores the worldly right and wrong, is not without reason.
Because there are also people who don't believe in evil under the mountain.
There are more Confucian academies.
Mao Xiaodong stepped out, and his body appeared in a few dozen feet. After turning around, it was not too late. He just caught the flying sword that followed the handle with his fingers.
Although this hand is easy to hold the flying sword's feat with two fingers, it can be described as shocking and popular, and it is enough to let a continent of the fairy scare the big teeth.
However, when Mao Xiaodong was killing the sword.
Mao Xiaodong’s small world, which is sitting in the town, is actually shaking in a subtle way.
The far-off Wufu was placed in the heavens and the other world. It was impossible to travel far and wide, but it was still flying like a thunder. Finally, it directly hit two walls and passed through the whole shop. Come.
Several people in the store were directly smashed by his body, broken pieces, and finally hovered in the air in the shop.
This person punches and gathers all the suffocating scent of pure innocence, and no longer has a little bit of power, but he is willing to change his life.
Mao Xiaodong mobilized the aura of heaven and earth, and a stone tablet with a golden inscription on the inscription, and a archway that also appeared out of thin air, turned the punch of the far-off Wufu into a powder.
The old man of the Eight Borders Wufu was struggling and unstoppable.
In addition, the martial arts Wufu, who jumped into the ridge and came from all the way, did not have the speed of the old traveler. He was suffocating and smashed with the light of the small world. The body of Wufu was ignited. A large group of flames eventually jumped down and flung directly to Mao Xiaodong standing in the street.
Mao Xiaodong, who had split his fingers with a slight wound, threw the flying sword that was shackled at his fingertips to the golden body.
Mao Xiaodong reached out to the palm of his hand and blocked the punch of the far-off martial artist.
Mao Xiaodong’s big sleeves are fiercely swaying.
Most of the golden body Wufu and the Jindan sword repair is a good friend, regardless of the sword pointed at the heart of the flying sword, still killing Mao Xiaodong.
Sure enough, Jian Xiuxin Lake, the rhinoceros fretting, do their best, slightly offset the tip of the sword, just piercing the shoulder of the Wufu.
Mao Xiaodong was supposed to be the weakest person of the Seven Kingdoms Wufu, a fist in the back vest.
The small world will fluctuate.
The far-off Wufu, whose fists were blocked, the boxing and the spirits were still strong, took the opportunity to make a punch like a drum.
In general, Mao Xiaodong stepped back step by step, and the old man with his arms muscles smashed, bleeding, and dyed clothes, but the punch was more brave than a fist.
On the side of the golden body, Wufu did not smash and smuggle. He followed the distant tour master and was close to Mao Xiaodong, but tried to keep up with the two.
It is not that he does not want to make a fuss about Mao Xiaodong, but he knows the importance.
Chen Pingan did not stand in the same place, but plucked out the window and took the roof of the open-air restaurant.
He also did not intervene in this battle.
The far-away old man finally punched Mao Xiaodong and flew out for more than a dozen feet.
The old man stopped immediately and plundered backwards, and he had to change his breath.
Jin Wufu immediately moved a few steps, blocking the front of the distance, standing on the line between the latter and Mao Xiaodong.
This is still not secure enough.
Jiujingjian repairing the needles.
The flying sword swept away.
Straight thorns Mao Xiaodong.
The speed is so fast that it has exceeded the first appearance of this sword.
It is not only Mao Xiaodong's air machine is unstable, but the relationship between heaven and earth is not strong enough. It is this old Jin Danjian repair in this short period of time, only relying on several flying swords to run, and began to find some gaps and shortcuts, three teachings. The sage sits in the small world and is known as the Skynet. It is not leaking, but the mesh of a fishing net is fine, and this fishing net has been in a state of flux, but there are still loopholes to drill.
Can become the most sacred sword repair under the sun, and become a golden dan, no one is easy to live with.
Mao Xiaodong reached out and held the ruler at the waist, and suddenly stabilized his figure.
On the white beard, it has been stained with blood.
In the face of the slender flying sword like the skeleton of the skull, Mao Xiaodong did not set it with his fingers.
A large sleeve of one sleeve, directly into the sleeve of the flying sword.
Then I saw only the big sleeves, and I burst into a silky sword, my cuffs swayed, and there was a burst of creaking sound.
The far-off Wufu has been ventilated, and on the ground, the streets are cracked like traces of cobwebs. This martial arts master is wrapped in the hurricane thunder, once again taking advantage of the opportunities created by allies, and the Mao Xiaodong is close to killing, not giving This unexpectedly "small body" is the home of the Shuyuan Mountain, and after the distance is opened, the opportunity to kill them with water and water is used.
Being stared at by a distant travel master.
The ordinary sea of ​​the immortal monk will be drawn for it, and it will not be able to score.
A burly man wearing a silver armored scorpion used two extremely rare high-grade singularity symbols and a green sash that covered the body-shaped air. It was the most weak area to capture a light stream. Falling from the sky, hands and fingers intertwined, combined into a punch, squatting against Mao Xiaodong's head.
On the occasion of a thousand miles.
The flying sword that is covered in Mao Xiaodong’s sleeve is about to break out and jump out.
The Faraway Master will soon be killed.
However, the real most murderous killer is the monk who is a member of the Dragon Gate.
Except for the strategist who almost did not come in handy, the other four assassins can be said to be seamless.
It is hard to imagine that among the four people, only Jiu Ji Jian Xiu and Jin Wujing Wufu are acquaintances who have known each other for a long time.
The scales hanging between Mao Xiaodong's waist are falling off on their own.
If the same slap on the cheek of the soldier's cheek, the whole person flew out, squatting on a ridge in the distance, the tiles shattered a large piece.
Mao Xiaodong’s toes on the ground, lifted the big sleeves and reached out to fix the sword farthest from him.
You are still.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth reversed and twisted.
It is like a piece of rice paper that has been twisted by a stubborn child, but has not been smashed into a paper group. It cannot be said that it is ridiculously absurd.
The far-away Wufu watched as he passed by Mao Xiaodong.
Moreover, Mao Xiaodong became a "stand-up" posture.
It is close at hand.
But it is far away from the horizon.
The layer of paper on the surface, the dense golden text, one size, such as a fist, is a classic article of Confucian sages.
He turned his head and said: "Be careful!"
Mao Xiaodong seems to be slowly self-defeating, but after the disappearance of a figure of Mao Xiaodong in the east, it appears in the west, and then becomes the north, regardless of the orientation, Mao Xiaodong is always approaching his distance from the golden body Wufu.
The golden body Wufu did not even know where to hide.
In the same way, the tall old man who appeared in front of himself inexplicably took a slap in the face.
The monk of the Dragon Gates has been squatting on the armor by the ruler.
Xiaotiandi returned to normal order.
Mao Xiaodong held the shoulder of the body that had lost his head, and refused to let the body fall to the ground. He looked at the jealous old sword repaired in the distance and asked: "Do you not avenge your friends?"
Mao Xiaodong suddenly shook his wrist, and the body flew out, hitting a shop wall and becoming a big rotten meat.
Nine Kingdoms Jianxiu and Yuanyou Wufu both saw the world between the heavens and the earth, countless smaller golden characters, from all directions into the gas of the old man.
The two look tragic and strong, and there is a sense of desolateness in their hearts.
How is this going?
The two looked at each other.
They all saw the meaning of the decision from the other side.
Mao Xiaodong looked around, from the beginning to the present, there is no clue, so there should be no jade monk hiding in it.
That is to say, these five assassins who have a dead mind have no backhand.
Mao Xiaodong raised the broken sleeve and looked at it. He looked up and said: "You swords and sorcerers, what martial arts masters, are not always squatting at the monks in the academy, are all embroidered pillows that only move their mouths? ?"
Mao Xiaodong smiled and said: "Yes, you are really right."
Jian Xiu and the remote traveled old people have a tight heart.
Mao Xiaodong walked in a leisurely stroll, such as reading a book in the study.
The border of this small heaven and earth, followed by a flying sword that used to repair the life of the sword.
Although the rank of Feijian is not high, it is roughly equivalent to the sword of the sea of ​​the sea and the sword of the dragon gate.
But the number is so many, who dares to take it lightly?
Not only that, but also on the roof of the house, there is a young man with a disparity in age or holding a book or a sword.
The same repair is not high.
The same amount wins.
In the streets and alleys, there was a burly warrior who was wearing a armor.
The flying swords of various shapes and sizes have been plundered to Jin Danjian.
The Confucianists on the ridge and the armored warriors on the ground rushed to the distant Wufu.
Mao Xiaodong came to the side of the warrior who was tired of coping with the ruler, but did not approach, said: "You are the real slain, with the arsenal of the arsenal as a cover, with a golden sage of a fairy monk As long as I am close to me, I will die with me. Even if I can't kill me, I will fight for you to lose half of my life and leave it to the rest of the assassins. It is enough to leave my Mao Xiaodong here."
The soldier of the Dragon Gate of the Guardian’s eyes was determined and turned a blind eye to Mao’s words. It was just a fist to stop the ruler and prevent the nailball from being beaten to the point of collapse.
Mao Xiaodong reached out and pointed at the monk.
On the ground around the monk, a string of golden characters was raised, such as the roof of the house.
The result is a cage.
The soldier’s monk smiled awkwardly, his face was stunned, and countless golden light bursts from his body and his body, and the whole man smashed.
It is actually impossible to kill Mao Xiaodong, but also to destroy the ruler that is definitely the key life.
It was only the self-sufficiency of a monk of the Dragon Gate, and the bursting of a golden dragon, although the golden cage of the sages was destroyed.
The ruler is safe and sound, only the words engraved on the top, the spirituality is a bit bleak.
It gently floated back to Mao Xiaodong's hands.
Mao Xiaodong hangs on his waist.
Although the Jiu Jing Jian Xiu is dangerous, it can be life-saving.
The old people who travel far away are killing the Quartet. The Confucian scholars and the sergeants within the three-footed body are all broken, and they are confused with the arrogance. The ambiguous spirits are hard-pressed, and the turbidity is hard to control. The air.
Mao Xiaodong no expression, let the last two assassins slowly consume their own aura and infuriating.
In the small world, there will be limits in the aura.
This is directly related to the stability and duration of this
Yap Cliff Academy
.
Therefore, the present world has already unwittingly narrowed down to four hundred feet.
If it is in Donghua Mountain, the real cliff school is located, Mao Xiaodong's shot, I am afraid that it can still maintain the range of eight hundred feet.
This hand is not the orthodox movement of the Confucian academy, so that Mao Xiaodong stepped into the jade environment. The flaw lies in the incompleteness of the temple, which is still left in the Donghua Mountain.
But the problem is not big.
The two only assassins are left, as long as no outsiders intervene, they still have to be here.
Retreat 10,000 steps, even if Mao Xiaodong withdraws Xiaotiandi Shentong at this moment, and temporarily returns Donghua Mountain to Liang’s name Yuan Ying, who is at the gate of the guarding college.
It is difficult to kill the enemy, and it is not difficult to protect yourself.
But what happens is that it is not a quick thing.
Mao Xiaodong frowned.
A flying sword like golden wheat spikes into this small world.
Suddenly hovering behind the sky, the tip of the sword tilted up and down, so repeated, pointing to a direction.
Mao Xiaodong did not say anything to remove the magical powers, "falling down" back to Yuan Ying repair.
And Chen Ping, who has been standing on the roof, did not even have to inform Mao Xiaodong.
A shot of raising a sword, the first fifteen plunder.
In Chen Ping’s sleeve, a square inch symbol burned. There was no choice for the far-away old man, but it was reduced to an inch, and went straight to the instant killing and more horrible Jiu Jingjian.
If someone is watching, I will feel that Chen Ping has chosen the wrong opponent.
At the same time, the two goddess of the day and the of the night, "the deity of the gods", descended from the sky more aggressively than the previous warriors. Before Chen Ping’s shot, he took the lead to the martial master.
The day-walking is wearing a gold armor, and the whole body is shining and holding an axe.
The night is wearing a black armor and holding a big rod.
Mao Xiaodong will smile.
The same shot of the ruler, and then plundered to the Jiu Jingjian.
The far-off Wufu, who has been determined to die here, is not afraid of war in the small world created by Mao Xiaodong.
Wait until Mao Xiaodong does not know why he has to rush to remove the supernatural powers. It is reasonable to say that as long as he cooperates with Jin Danjian, he may have some chances of winning.
But when the situation improved and it was no longer a dead place, after a hesitant faraway, Wufu began to rise and fled.
The sword was first surprised, and then he said nothing.
Mao Xiaodong said: "Since it is not the upper hand, it will be poor."
I just found out that Chen Ping had already stopped, and there was no idea of ​​chasing it. However, he did not immediately pick up the two day and night gods, letting the gods spend money and sneak away from the money bag.
Mao Xiaodong came to Chen Pingan. "When I take a break, I will take you back to the college."
Chen Ping nodded and still looked around and listened to all directions. Even the hand that had bypassed the shoulder and held the hilt of the back did not release the five fingers.
Let the palms burn and the flesh and blood be blurred.
Small age old rivers and lakes.
That Jiu Jingjian repair, died a friend here, killing more seriously.
Therefore, Chen Pingxiang chose this person as the object of killing for the first time.
When the old Wufu is far away, no one can predict that he will withdraw, but at least it is better than Jin Danjian. This person’s ally will leave the danger and the possibility of retreating will be greater. .
Mao Xiaodong’s withdrawal from Xiaotiandi is a matter of moments.
Chen Ping’s decision to make this decision is just a moment.
Therefore.
This move will make a faraway Wufu born with jealousy and speculation. For example, why does the other party choose to pick a more dangerous sword and start to take it? Still have traps waiting for them?
Chen Pingan unleashed the hand of the sword, and at the same time, the two gods who gave off the rare Tianwei, took back the real body.
After the restoration of the heavens and the earth, the horror of the surrounding screams, one after another.
Chen Ping’s eyes were not far away, and there was a head of the golden body Wu Fu who fell to the ground.
Three dead, ran two.
"Ready to go."
Mao Xiaodong reached down and held Chen Ping’s shoulder and said only one sentence: "Some other people’s stories, don’t know, know what?"