Chapter 417: Open my mouth and give me

The red smelt was shaking all over the body. The pain on his face made him look very special: "I killed you that year, your master can't be sad for a few days, but I am killing you now, you don't have much life. The Master is only afraid of being sad to death! It’s not easy for a blind man to support Nature Hall for many years. I can’t break his hope because of my own privacy.

After listening to the red refining son, Qin Haoxuan was very turbulent. I didn’t expect him to think like this. He couldn’t help but feel:
This old man who will do his best, will be trying to kill himself and win the stalactites. After growing up, there was such a thought in his heart. The martial art was the most important in his mind in the future of the martial art and his choice of Shouyuan."
Qin Haoxuan looked complicated and suddenly remembered the disciple who was controlled by Akagi in Shuifu. He could not help but ask: "The disciple in Shuifu was also very good. Why did you kill him?"
"You know a fart! Hurry up and get out of Laozi, otherwise no one can save you! Roll! Hurry!"
When the red refining scorpion was smashed, the breath of the five people on the top of his head condensed into a gray air spear, which was directly tied to the head of the red smelt. The red hair of the red smelt was scattered and spread. The roots are upside down, the face becomes darker and the face is sore and horrible.
"hiss."
The red nostrils spurted out of the nostrils of the red smelt, and the dry and thin figure suddenly burst into flames. The whole person was crazy. People like a tyrannosaurus crossed the front of Qin Haoxuan, reaching for his neck and kneeling directly. On the stone wall of the cave, his huge hand strength will make Qin Haoxuan look purple.
As Qin Haoxuan entered the cave together, he shouted: "He is already crazy, killing him with an invisible sword."
The fierce light in the eyes of the red refining son, with Qin Haoxuan: "I am really crazy, you are going to roll! Fast roll!"
Qin Haoxuan looked at the red smelt with pity, and the five people were declining... and life is about to come to an end... The brothers of the day are not good, and finally they reach the end of their lives... How many people can cultivate the wish of flying? Although he has repeatedly killed me, he has saved me for many times. It is difficult to distinguish between our grievances... just after saving him, tell him that he is not allowed to kill the young people.
In the meditation of Qin Haoxuan, there was a rushing voice outside: "Three brothers, you can't go in, Master is retreating!"
"Get out of the way!" A rough and rushing voice sounded, and then the cave door was opened, and a middle-aged man with a heavy look and a heavy look, he saw the shawl of the scorpion, far away. Next, screamed: "Master."
"Red three, who let you in, get out!" is holding the red smelt of Qin Haoxuan's neck, screaming and screaming, and being ruined by the five failures of the heavens and the human beings.
Chi San is on the ground and smashed three heads. He said: "Master, the disciple does not dare to disturb you, but the disciple knows your last words. If you are unfortunate, you must leave all resources to one. Is Qin Haoxuan’s people, not our disciples, true?

"Yes!" Chi refining the cold and cold answer, he used his only remaining reason, suppressed the great pain brought by the five failures of the heavens, and clenched his lower lip, even if the lower lip was bitten, it only oozes out. Light blood.
His longevity will be exhausted, his body will be weak to the extreme, and the blood in his body will be almost exhausted under the stagnation of the five people.
At this time, the red smelt, there is only one soul that will die at any time, dry and dry skin.
The pain he has to endure is thousands of times more than the average old man who died.
"The red refining son has long left his last words, leaving all his cultivation resources and property to me, not his disciples." Qin Haoxuan was shocked and very impressed: "The road to Xiuxian is long, if you can't trace the fairy road, If you get the way, you will eventually become a shackle, and you will have to endure the ruthless and mad revenge of heaven."
Chi San Shantou: "Master, the master is very talented. It is the most promising of our brothers and sisters. Please change your mind and leave all your resources to the master. You have regarded him as a self. Do all the resources and efforts, but why not give him the last legacy?"
The voice of the red refining son is weak and weak, and there is no sadness and no joy: "Your master brother, the talent is very good, and the cultivation is very hard! Yes, I also regard him as my own, not leaving my things to him, that is It’s good for him. Even if he gets all my inheritance, he will eventually be like me. Although he can live for many years, the end result is nothing more than me, is it interesting?

"Master, even if the master has enough resources and talent, but we don't have it, why don't you leave those resources for us to give us an outsider. Don't you know that Xiushan is a resource?" The third said, the voice gradually grew bigger, and the tone was mixed with complaints.
Chi refining sorrow and sneer, coldly watching this disciple: "I have these resources when I cultivated immortals? You are my disciples, don't you have the ability to fight these cultivation resources? You still don't get out of me!"
In the face of Master’s reprimand, Chi San slammed his neck on the ground and said reluctantly:
Master, even if you can’t give me your resources, it’s not easy for other brothers and disciples to practice. Once you go, It will be even harder for us to practice in the early days."
"You don't understand, I do this, naturally I have my intentions!"
"If you insist on leaving all the resources to this Qin Haoxuan, then even if I am being driven out of the division, I will kill him. As long as other teachers and brothers can get resources, Xiuxian Road will be more stable and better. Even if you smash me, I am worth it!"
After talking about it, I really stood up from the ground and tried to attack Qin Haoxuan.
The red refining son was furious, and he was originally weak and began to tremble. The pale face turned red because of his anger. He searched for the intestines, gathered the only spiritual power in the body, raised the skinny palms, and took pictures to himself. This beloved disciple.
He was hit hard by the red smelter, but he did not spit a blood near the Qin Haoxuan’s red, and his body flew out.
Playing this palm, the red smelt that was ugly than the dead, was sitting on the ground with wiltingness at the moment, the old tears mourn and sorrow, filled the old wrinkled old face like orange, and the eyes were even gray and unclear. And the black eyeballs, the corners of the mouth can not hold, and the mouth is still muttering: "You don't understand, you don't understand... roll, give me a roll..."
Just now, all the spiritual powers were played, and the red smelt had no strength to stand. His consciousness was in a semi-conscious state.
Qin Haoxuan’s punishment made a look, saying:
Go and see him, save him, don’t let him really die.

The sentence ran to see the weaker red three, and found some medicinal herbs from his body, stuffed into his mouth, and finally consolidated his vitality.
Qin Haoxuan squatted in front of the red smelt, opened the storage space of the dragon scale sword, took out half a bowl of stalactite liquid, handed it to the lips of the red smelt, and said: "Drink it."
The stalactite spirit is fresh and fresh, so that the spirit of the faint red smelt is shocked. He looks at Qin Haoxuan and asks: "You don't want me to die, why are you willing to come up with such precious stalactites? help me."
Instead of drinking, the red smelt said: "These stalactites may extend my life for decades, but you should know that it is precious. If you want to get so many stalactites, it is tantamount to idiots."
Qin Haoxuan smiled and said: "Although I don't know why you killed the man in the water house, but now I am saving you, not because of you, because these days are the life of the church, if you die at this time, it is unlucky.

Chi refining grief smiled and said: "The mouth is a hard kid."
Qin Haoxuan could see that his eyes flashed a little more than gratifying.
"Drink it!" Qin Haoxuan, like a filial junior, put the bowl of stalactites closer to the lips of the red smelt.
Chi refining son is still reluctant to open his lips and drink. He resists the double torture of the human being and the body. He bites his lip tightly, and his left fingernail has been deeply immersed in the flesh of his right arm. Qin Haoxuan can even hear him clearly. Because it is too hard, but the right arm is pinched to the crisp sound of the fracture ~EbookFREE.me~ I can not drink! You take it to people who need it more. For example, we are too early to teach the elders and teach the real people. They are the pillars of our early teaching. The battlefield will last for a while, and the battlefield of Qizhangyuan will continue. For several years, the amount of training to go to support is endless. One is better than the other, and it must be different. At this critical juncture, if there is any accident in the church or the elders, or the elders of the elders, it is an unbearable loss for the entire sect. Besides, I have already seen it. Even if it is a life extension for decades, it will not be able to break through to the fairy wheel, and eventually it will not be able to escape.

"I have been tortured by the five people of the heavens and the blood will be exhausted, a small amount of stalactite liquid can not save my life, don't waste." Chi refining the child tried to convince Qin Haoxuan.
Qin Haoxuan said indifferently: "That's all to drink!"
The red refining son is clenching his teeth: "No! To the elders of the Zongmen, the teachers and the elders of the elders, they need more than me, they are more valuable than me."
He closed his eyes tightly and smelled the fresh medicinal fragrance of the stalactite spirit. He knew that as long as he drank this half bowl of stalactite liquid, he could immediately get rid of the pain and get the life of decades.
At this time, he also stood on the position of Zongmen and refused to drink this bowl of elixir. Qin Haoxuan’s admiration for him went one step further.
At this time, the red smelt, than the hungry ghosts who have been hungry for half a month, refused to put the food on their lips, and the hunger and thirst for half a lifetime refused to be stripped, and the will needed to be more ten thousand times stronger.
What he experienced and struggled was the choice between life and death, and the individual and the martial art.
"Where are you old things? When are you? It's hard!" Qin Haoxuan saw that the red smelt was iron-hearted, and he greeted the disciples outside the temple and the cave. "You all come in and give me this old thing." My mouth is open! I am going to fill!"