It's time for the next game. Let's discuss the countermeasures quickly. "Everyone thinks well, and the other party also has Elder Wudang and Yi Wangmo. Both of them are top masters who can't fight each other.

But in fact, it's more embarrassing than Mingfei.

As soon as the Green King came up, both battles were north. It was natural that the mood was bad. The battle of brutality was unexpected, and Zhan's battle was so baffling that he couldn't help yelling.

"Damn, rotten eggs, stinky duck eggs, cheats of money and flowers, warriors who jumped into the gods. This **** bull nose, a dog priest who can't give birth to a son. He lied to me! If I ever see him again, he Mom's sword killed you! "

On the other side of the curse, the dregs lying on the ground couldn't help but trembled, almost flowing yellow and white.

Thanks to Elder Shou's cough, it was time for the Green King to converge. I remembered that there was an immortal from Wudang Mountain here.

"Xian grows angry, not because he insults Taoism. It is because the river and lake warlocks are too much, they have lied to my second brother and my family. If there is no lesson for this kind of person, what is the morality of the rivers and lakes? What dregs is dregs! The dregs of this dregs will be liquidated under the next, and how respectful the Taoist Tianzun is, please rest assured.

Elder Shou smiled and said, "Take it easy, take it easy. If you are so rogue, you have to be angry.

"Xian Chang understands just fine.

Green King Song breathed a sigh of relief, but then became nervous again.

The situation is getting worse. B

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"In the next battle, Xu Sheng will not lose:

Although the other party was unexpected, it still caused a lot of psychological blows to the Green King.

The Green King's plan is to form an invincible battlefield based on bruises, elder Shou, Yi Wangyou, and Zhexian. Even if the other party has Yu Feiyu, the three wins in five battles are also a sure win. But now the scoring is tied with Su Xiao, Zhuxian-no, at this time it is a miserable **** dog-slag dog. The invincible battle array is no longer invincible.

This next battle, but do not know how to shoot. Green King is hesitant.

Someone suddenly said behind.

"It's time to give them some colors and have a look.

"Shou Lao? You must think 2." Aiv_

Elder Shou slowly got up and walked to the pavilion with a smile. He seemed to have difficulty walking. The walking department needed to hold the stone chair in the pavilion and walked to the outside of the pavilion to stop. Elder Shou looked up at the sun. He narrowed his eyes and laughed.

"Having lived in the mountains for so long, Wu Gong has also regressed, and the teenager Jun Yan on the rivers and lakes hasn't known him. How long has it been since the old age hasn't made the sword? The poor man is not good enough.

"Chair method? What is chair method?"

Before the words fell, Elder Shou suddenly lifted his hand, and the stone chair weighing hundreds of pounds was lifted easily by him as if made of bamboo. Elder Shou dragged his chair and walked out-waving, the sound of the wind rose suddenly. Longevity and old age, trembling just before walking, at this time, the movement is more robust than the teenager, the stone chair swings faster and faster, and then the strong wind spreads almost ten feet away, such as a volley.

The crowd also said that the old man was so talented that he still had such amazing power. Only the master Fang Zhishou used here was not the fierce-road martial arts. It is to transfer the total amount of the stone chair itself with deep and subtle softness, but the movement is like flowing clouds, which can not be seen at all.

He danced with a stone chair in his hands. The east-pointing, the west-folding, all the tricks followed, even the offense and defense were justified.

Yi Wangyou said calmly: "Shou Lao is so rich and powerful, Zhou Tianyuan Yuan Gong! What a delicate Lagerstroemia sword!"

After completing a set of Ziwei sword dance, Elder Shou poked the stone chair on the ground and sighed, yelling.

"Who died under his chair."

Although the posture is strange and strange, the power of the lines is not irrelevant, but for a while no one dared to step forward to deal with it, but saw one step out.

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"I'll pick up the Elder Shou **** chair.

Actually it is not true.

Elder Shou narrowed his eyes and was murderous: "It is Zhong Gongzi! Friends and friends are not killed under the old rotten chair, but the son has the determination to fight against old rottenness?

"Don't dare.

"Okay! The poor Red Star chair method is derived from Ziwei swordsmanship. The stars are juxtaposed, and the fate is decisive.

"It ’s the chance to pick up the master!"

"coming!"

Elder Shou lifted the chair and hacked it forward, and drew a dozen circles of different sizes from left to right and right to left.

Ming Feizhen swayed left and right, hitting-he didn't know what ghost punches, and finally stopped, making a five in the air.

Elder Shou frowned, and the chair shook gently, as if shaking his head. After five more plays, draw a 'two' on the ground.

Mingfei was so furious that he took back the ‘five’ and scooped out a ‘four’.

This time changing the elder Shou did not quit, his eyes were flowing, the chair waved, as if waving. Ming Feizhen couldn't help but also waved hands. The distance between the two was ten feet away, but no one stepped up-just fighting each other.

In the end, Elder Shou struck three times in a row, hitting three pits on the ground, and Ming Feizhen was reaching out at this time, compared to a ‘three’,

The two looked at each other, both slightly--laughing and understanding

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