"Little friend's kind-hearted old man received the heart, just this remedy, the old man can't take it now." Han Chengdao shook his head and said slowly.

"It’s not that the old man believes in a small friend, but the Dan effect in this medicinal medicine is too rich. Even if the old man’s cultivation is done, once he is taken down, he wants to digest this Dan’s dan, and the shortest needs half. The time of the hours, and now we are the Hanshan tribe, the most missing is precisely the time."

When the sound of Han Chengdao was hoarse and echoed in the grass house, Luo Yang was also silent.

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, although he did not pay attention to the killing sound outside the city, but it is also very clear that the outside of the city must have been blood flowing into the river, facing the fierce attack of the spirit of the spirit, no Taoist monk sitting in the town Even if they are Hanshan tribes, I am afraid it will be a heavy loss.

Once Han Chengdao served this Dan, it means that the people of the Hanshan tribe will insist on half an hour. For the ever-changing battlefield, half an hour is enough for them to destroy the family many times!

"The old man is the ancestors of the Hanshan tribe. You can't bear to watch the Hanshan tribe ruined. If you really let the tribe die because of the old man, what is the old man's face to continue to live!"

Han Chengdao's gaze was firm, and the sound of the opening, slowly standing up from the bed, a strong breath of static condensation from his body, making the entire cottage a slight tremor.

Feeling the volatility of the body that Han Chengdao exudes, Luo Yang's skin is also a bit cold, but the heart can not help but sigh.

His heart is clear that the toxins in this cold-stained body are clear, but after all, they have been entangled by toxins for too long. When the current state is no longer the peak of the original, even if it can barely fight, it will inevitably die. The end of the Tao.

"Cold predecessors, are you trusting Luo?"

After a moment of silence, Luo Yang’s look was just as if he had made some determination and said slowly.

"That is nature. If you can't trust a small friend, the old man will give the Yuanling to the younger friend."

Han Chengdao's look is doubtful, but he still nodded, and the voice said sincerely.

"If this is the case, then please let the predecessor take this Dan, and strive to return to the peak period in the shortest possible time." Luo Yang's voice was a slight pause, and immediately began.

"As for the time required by the predecessors, Luo will fight for the predecessors!"

Luo Yang’s voice fell, making Han Chengdao slightly stunned. His eyes looked at Luo Yang and wanted to see something from Luo Yang’s face.

Luo Yang is a firm look, not retreating at all, even if it is clear that the outside of the dragon and the Taoist ancestors will not let go of their own, and did not reveal the slightest comfort.

After a moment of silence, Han Chengdao suddenly laughed, and when the laughter fell, he once again bowed to Luo Yang.

"The ability to get help from a small friend is really a blessing to my Hanshan tribe! If I can survive this robbery, my Hanshan tribe will definitely not forget the great grace of Xiaoyou!"

At this moment, the cold enlightenment is no longer the identity of the Taoist monk, but as a monk of the Hanshan tribe, saluting Luoyang.

For this, Luo Yang’s heart is also very clear, so he did not stop it. After a slight nod, he turned and was ready to leave.

Just when Luo Yang turned around, Han Chengdao’s right hand waved, and the mysterious stone symbol immediately flew out and fell into Luo Yang’s hands.

"According to the agreement, you have cured the old man's injury, this stone will also be owned by you." Han Chengdao's look and embarrassment, slowly open.

After the gaze swept from the stone in the hand, Luo Yang did not quit, and after a slight fist, turned and left the hut.

Until Luo Yang’s figure disappeared from the room, Han Chengdao only sighed softly. When sitting on the bed, he directly swallowed the phoenix into the belly...

Outside the Hanshan City at the moment, the sound of smothers shakes the heavens and the earth, and the monks who are constantly fighting are everywhere. The fierce spell roaring is repeated, and there are screams from time to time.

And the light barrier that guards the Hanshan City is already faltering. When the cracks are hidden, it seems that it has not been supported for too long.

Even the tower with a hundred feet high is already broken. Under the wall, there are Hanshan tribes who are killed by blood. Their looks are decided, just like they are crazy, and they are dead and dying. The veins of the monks confronted.

"Han Zong, the time of the killing of your Hanshan tribe has arrived, even if you are struggling again, there is only one dead road!!"

In the middle of the air, a middle-aged man with a cold look put his hands on the cast, and his voice was sarcasm.

Opposite the man, it was a cold face with cold face. He had a lot of blood on his body, but there was no fluctuation in his look. When he was cold, the repairs in the body broke out again, and several techniques were repeated. It was with the man.

Roar! ! !

A low-pitched beast echoed between the heavens and the earth, and those heads screamed on the ground. Every time they opened their mouths, they swallowed many monks from the Hanshan tribe, making the blood between the heavens and the earth more and more intense.

Even after those wicked heads, there are four very wild giants who are almost mad. They are the only ones except the giants who were killed by Luo Yang.

At this moment, when the sound of the world shook, the thick arms went to the ground one after another. Every time they fell, they left a crack on the ground, taking away the lives of many monks. Even the monks of the Hanshan tribe are not too small, but in this war, they are still being held back for a large part of the war.

For a time, the whole scene of the war was a one-sided form. If it were not the Hanshan tribe, it had a unique practice of refining the body, which made the body of the tribe more powerful, but now it is already the city. Went out.

Even so, the whole Hanshan City is already a **** river, just like a human purgatory!

"Hey, a bunch of dying things, the old man has to look at it, when can you support it!"

On the other side of the battlefield, a prospective monk squeezed the head of his hand and sneered.

His eyes were cold, and when he swept through the battlefield, he finally stayed on a shadow that was constantly rushing.

"The Miss Han of the Hanshan tribe, killing you, should be able to let the people of the Hanshan tribe know what pain is."

The face of the monk's face showed a sacred color, and his body shape suddenly appeared in front of the chilly child. When the big hand suddenly slid out, it was to cover the chiller.

I noticed the dangerous atmosphere, and the look of the pretty face of the cold child changed. But between the electric and the flint, it was impossible for her to react, and even the other monks around were completely out of reach.

"Would you die?"

The look of the cold child was relieved, and when the eyes were about to close, a laughter suddenly sounded from her ear.

"It seems that Luo has saved you once again."

The beauty of the cold child suddenly opened, and when he stared at the familiar figure, a scream was also heard from the mouth of the monk. His big hand was already turned into a ball. Blood fog!