"Buyan" Long Sunxiong couldn't help being in a daze, looked up and down at Zhou Xiaoyang, and smiled: "No wonder you look familiar, from the Northern Army, good boy, since you hurt an arm, can you fight again? "

"Far away in Beiyi, Yecheng, the soul of the swallow!" Looking at the familiar old face, Zhou Xiaoyang seemed to have returned to the era of the Civil War. The tiger's eyes were bursting with tears, and he said loudly: "All white tiger flags, no life! "

"There is no life!" Long Sun Xiongbai raised his eyebrows and laughed loudly: "There are seeds!" I have not lost the face of the Northern Army! If this battle is won, the old husband will celebrate for you at the Marshal's Mansion; if it fails, the Soul Temple will have your name! "

Zhou Xiaoyang ran forward, raised a hand, saluted the old marshal, then appeared on the horseback, holding a hand in his hand, and drank majesticly: "Monk, come again!"-

"Oh -" Liu Qingfeng saw Zhou Xiaoyang riding a horse and knowing his own brothers. He couldn't help but smile and said to himself: "Zhou Xiaoyang, the strongest body, hasn't seen him for a long time."

Since Zhou Xiaoyang walked into Yu Qingmen, after countless battles, he was injured. It can be said to be the best fighting, martial arts, and fiercest.

Combining Zhou Xiaoyang’s experience and characteristics, Li Yi established a strategy for him on the basis of “remaining gold and lack of jade”, using Gangmengwo’s “Rice Field Boxing” as the main combat technique and “sitting and forgetting the scriptures” as the main combat method. Set the path of practice, more glorious "cannibalization" will be taught to him, supplemented by "thousand thunders", can be said to be the bravest of the second generation of jade.

"Dried" said: "A thousand yuan!" The beginning of everything is the whole heaven. Jing Jie Kun! All things are born in heaven and live in heaven. Everyone’s life is on a dry road. "

Zhou Xiaoyang is talented, strives for perfection and succeeds. The more serious he is, combined with his own martial arts characteristics, he has formed a brand new inner working method. The more serious he is, the more he is influenced by his own martial arts. The more fights, the more reproduction.

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At this time, Zhou Xiaoyang was in spirit for a long time. The tiger head accounted for the golden gun rules, and the smell of assassination immediately spread throughout the court. No matter how the opponent responded, he would advance no matter what, recruiting and attacking forcefully, every step was for both loss and defeat. Go to fight and leave. ". Although Muko's difficult areas are much better than his, he is still killed in rush and chaos.

"It is well-deserved to kill the extreme. Even if the poor monk opened the field, he almost passed under the most powerful law... Shooting, it is not easy to crush the pure land!" Mok said, the figure is even more difficult. Be brave, just change it a little, and immediately waved the stick of Zen, but Zhou Xiaoyang couldn't break the friendship.

"Knock on the door"

With thunderous drums rumbling, the crowd turned their heads and whispered, "Who is playing the drums?"

I saw the gray-haired Sun Xiong take off his robe, exposing the white short skirt on the moon, holding drums, and net street drums. It turned out that the emperor used to patrol the ritual drums. At this time, several games were played. The fierce fighting was painstaking.

Seeing the old marshal doing this, the attendant was a little nervous and whispered: "Your Majesty, no wonder, the old marshal is really..."

Before Jixi finished speaking, he smiled and said, "This old thing, old grandson, has been idle for a long time. I haven't used knives for many years. Now I am very interested. What's the problem with drumming?" Will you blame you? "

The sound of the drum didn't matter. Zhou Xiaoyang shot out, walked out a few abbots with Ma Ben, slowly raised his head, his eyes were blood red, and the battle would get higher and higher. ..

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