Chapter 57: Shaolin's chance

　　 "Actually all of you are acquaintances, little bald donkeys. Are you very familiar with each other? You will recognize them below and say hello."
　　Wang Sheng smiled calmly, "Senior misunderstanding, this swordsman senior junior never met." He squinted to Nie Xiaoqian, "but this female donor, has had several connections with the monk."
　　Speaking, Nie Xiaoqian nodded happily.
　　 "Dare to ask seniors, but I have heard of monks." Wang Sheng looked at Yan Chixia with some doubt.
Yan Chixia looked up and down at him for a long while, then looked at the woman on the side, and slowly shook her head. "It's just that the name of the master is a little familiar. Yan once promised a senior to help him take care of a descendant. The master is the descendant of that senior."
　　 "It turns out that this is the case, but Daoyou no longer takes a closer look, maybe this little monk is the one Daoyou wants to find." The woman smiled slightly.
Yan Chixia shook her head. "You can't admit mistakes. Yan has a token in his hand, and he will be reminded when he meets the token of a descendant." He looked at the woman and arched his hand. Where do Taoists repair the road and what is the road number?"
　　 Wang Sheng moved his heart and looked at the woman. He doesn't even know what the woman is now.
　　 The woman smiled slightly and did not hide. She performed a one-handed salute. "The poor Dao Kunlun shot and met Yan Daoyou."
　　 Kunlun! This beautiful ghost world has Kunlun!
　　Wang Sheng's heart is weird. She and Uncle Lingxu both belong to Kunlun, but one is the Journey to the West and the other is the ghost world of the Chinese female ghost. The names are the same, but there is no connection.
　　 He remembered the peach tree seeds that Yan Chixia gave him before. The seeds belonged to the Queen Mother of the West, who lived in Kunlun Mountain, and did not know whether it was related to the Kunlun that Gushe said.
"It's actually a Kunlun Daoist, Yan is disrespectful, but didn't Kunlun have avoided the world three hundred years ago, Taoist this is." Yan Chixia was a little surprised, Kunlun's reputation in the monastic world is extraordinary, three hundred years ago. The world's largest faction, more known as the Holy Land of Daomen, did not know why he chose to avoid the world.
　　 For three hundred years, did Kunlun have to come out and walk around again? He could not help wondering whether this woman's identity was Kunlun.
　　 "The poor way is just the travel experience, the Taoist friends don't need to worry too much." Gu She smiled faintly.
　　 Yan Chixia narrowed her eyes. Before this, the aunt shot to ask where Shaolin was. Was it because Shaolin came here deliberately.
　　 They talked here, and Wang Sheng was not idle. He heard a voice from Nie Xiaoqian.
　　 "Hui Ming monk, did you forget to return something to me."
　　 Wang Sheng sneered and ignored Nie Xiaoqian's question. Nie Xiaoqian could see it clearly. He was cruel and hard-working, and he did not care about the lives of others. It was very different from the original.
　　 He suddenly saw a sword not far behind Yan Chixia. A figure was lying on the sword. Looking at the figure of the clothes, it looked like Ning Caichen.
　　 looked carefully, he can confirm that it is Ning Caichen.
　　 didn't expect the plot to be very different from the original one, but these three people still encountered it.
　　 "Hello, you are a bald donkey, do you want to greed your aunt's golden hairpin." Nie Xiaoqian asked him angrily when he didn't answer, and even urged him to take it back.
　　Wang Sheng felt that the golden hairpin in his arms was shaking, and there was a strong suction from Nie Xiaoqian. It seemed to be going away in three dimensions. His mind instantly submerged into the golden hairpin and stabilized the golden hairpin. The suction suddenly reduced a lot.
　　Nie Xiaoqian wondered, what did this bald donkey do, she couldn't even return the golden hairpin, she bit her silver teeth.
　　 "Bald donkey, if you think about it, you can see the senior swordsman next to me. He once owed me a relationship. If you insist on wanting to corrupt my golden hairpin, you have to think about the consequences."
　　 She actually threatened Wang Sheng with Yan Chixia.
　　Wang Sheng is still unreasonable. Seeing that Nie Xiaoqian has always been bored, he simply threw the golden hairpin in his arms into the space of consciousness, and immediately disconnected.
　　Nie Xiaoqian suddenly felt that the golden hairpin related to her own mind disappeared. She was shocked in her heart. Could it be that the bald donkey completely conquered the golden hairpin? Impossible. The magical subject is here, and the trace can only be erased by force unless it is above the level of Yuanshen.
　　What method did the bald donkey use?
law.
　　 "Gu, the shooter, has important things to go to Shaolin. If you are not in a hurry to go with Yanmou, Yanmou will just pass through Shaolin." Yan Chixia laughed.
Gu Gu's eyes turned slightly, "If the news of the poor Dao is correct, Shaolin is in a troubled autumn at this time, where the generations of demon and evil Dao gather, do Yan Daoyou want to see some lively, or want to fish in muddy water." She looked Intriguing.
　　Wang Sheng felt a sudden sharp rise between the two, and Shaolin's troublesome autumn? It seems that Nie Xiaoqian in Lan Ruo Temple also mentioned these things both inside and outside. Isn't Shaolin in great trouble.
　　In his mind, there were several monks who were chased and killed when he first came to the ghost world of the Chinese girl. It seems no accident.
Yan Chixia was a straight-hearted man. He understood the meaning of shooting, and nothing more than ridiculed him to take advantage of others. He sneered, "Yanmou went to Shaolin just to cut off all the muddy water and fish!" The voice fell. Behind him, an invisible sharp edge of the scabbard penetrated straight through the sky.
　　 Realizing the greatness and sharpness of this sword intention, Wang Sheng was stunned. This sword intention was stronger than his level by more than one level. It is indeed the swordsman Yan Chixia.
　　 Gu shot like a smile, "Shaolin is a great opportunity for scattered repairs in the world. Dao Youxiu has arrived at this level, don't you know the value of this opportunity."
"Gu You Daoyou Mo's words are exciting~EbookFREE.me~Although Yanmou is a casual repairer, the chance of Yanmou is not rare." The words are not speculative. As usual, Yan Chixia has long been Turned around and left, but now the white jade symbol in his arms was shining, and he really couldn't leave.
　　 Gu She smiled slightly and declined to comment.
　　Wang Sheng was at a loss, what chance did she see, she seemed to understand this opportunity by looking at Nie Xiaoqian's expression, that is to say, he was alone in the drum, and he was still carrying a Shaolin identity.
　　 At this time, the black bear roared to the sky, and it had risen to the sky for a while. Now it is a little impatient, and his eyes narrowed, "Daoyou didn't come for that opportunity, it's no harm to go with it, Daoyou please first."
　　Yan Chixia did not speak. Now he has no good feelings for this shot. He glanced at Wang Sheng intentionally or unintentionally, then nodded towards Nie Xiaoqian, his body was blue again, and he continued to fly forward over the black bear.
　　Nie Xiaoqian didn't speak from beginning to end. At this moment she struggled to stand up and bowed to her aunt, then Kim Gyong wrapped her up and followed the blue light.
　　 "Little Black, keep up." Gu She re-kneeled the bear's paw and patted the black bear's palm.
　　The black bear roared with a roar. It took its steps, hung in the air, and stepped in the air step by step. Each step could span hundreds of kilometers. It would not be behind and two escapes, or even a bit of a walk.
　　Wang Sheng looked familiar, how this body method is so much like the shrinkage of the ground that he had seen Guanyin, the speed is not as fast as Guanyin, but it has a charm.