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The youth's eyes seemed to be able to see through the weakness of the heart. It was an unexplainable feeling. When the youth's red eyes gazed at him with blood dripping, it seemed as if the pores of the whole body were opened in an instant, a kind of murderous thing so strange that no one could recognize from the body. The flaws that you arrive are slowly infused until they are filled, as if the whole person is deterred by them, like falling into a nightmare.

At least Ling Hanzhong needs to take three breaths to relieve the pervasive cold.

It takes more time to realize that this unfamiliar feeling is so-called 'fear'.

Ling Hanzhong has always been the respect of one faction, and has the courage of one respect. The wrinkled old eyes flashed anomalies in the orbits, and Xuan Gong's sudden fortune depressed the strange feelings on the body and mind.

"You are Ye Luobao. Is the old disciple of the Lord's old thing?"

The first half of what he said was astounding, but the second half was the cloud cover of Yunshan.

The Lord of Yeluobao is Hangzhou-Ba. If it is said that it is also annihilated, it must have leaked the wind and made unnecessary resistance in advance. This was understandable. It's just \ 'Old Disciple's Chief Disciple' Yunyun, but it's confusing.

Yeluobao's true identity is the branch of Daluoshan, and it is also top secret between the white kings and seven crowns. Even with Ling Hanzhong's arrogance, he did not reveal the matter to anyone other than his son. Not that he was afraid of Daluoshan, but because of his shrewdness, he also knew the reason why he had to fight against the grass. If the old things and the big devil-heads that had made a lifetime of leisurely clouds and wild cranes on the Daluo Mountain came down the mountain, his plan to get 5 collars in Hangzhou could not help but be affected.

"It's the kid, I've seen Ling Guanzhu. '

Mingfei really sucked on the frosting on her fingers, the word was quite respectful, but the tone was not true.

"Well, I know the old man is here. What ’s your rude look like? Did n’t your master teach you to respect the teacher?‘

Counting from the maiden, Ling Hanzhong also stabilized the Minghua language generation, and Mingfei really deserves to be respected as a teacher and hold the junior ceremony.

Ming Fei looped around, and wrapped around the "black knife", and his left hand gently supported his chin, which was extremely boring, crooked his head and looked at Ling Hanzhong, without saying a word, his appearance was rude. Dead, nickname

Ling Hanzhong was so angry that he was just a senior and nephew's grandson. He dare to do so, sneer: "The old man knew that guy was always making waves, and the apprentices he taught were so kind.

"You enjoy talking nonsense, don't you?

Apparently interrupted his sneer. He was sitting far away and didn't use much energy to speak, but everyone heard it clearly.

"You brought these many people, if you just want to say these things, you can go back now."

Ling Hanzhong--Well, he wanted to get angry, but he was very old, but he was able to restrain himself, but after pondering over and over, he found that it was not true. Two dead fish eyes turned, and they laughed: "The rules of the rivers and lakes, the strong one wins, this is what it should be. Now that you are here, everyone opens the skylight to say that it is bright and live. For this site in Hangzhou, the old man wants to settle. Ye Luobao has been operating for many years and has achieved no results so far. It is still everywhere in Hangzhou Wulin-the old man who is capable of being scattered in Panshan, the master of Hangzhou, let alone you, even if your master is here, it is difficult to have a second In other words.

Ye Luobao has never been a factor for Ling Hanzhong to worry about, including the young man who looks very attractive in front of him, and is also not considered by the ambitious old man. The battle between the rivers and lakes is different from the usual competition. In addition to the one-hundred best-sellers he brings today, there is a continuous back-up on him. Enough to deal with the counterattack of all martial arts people in Hangzhou. The courage of a single-handed man, no matter what kind of master, is not enough to constitute his worry.

What he was really worried about was the Minghua language in the distance. The man who acted Shenlong did not see the end, and it was always difficult to guess, not to mention he was still in charge of Daluoshan. Unlike his son, Ling Hanzhong knew very well the strength of the three major factions. Regardless of which of the three major factions, Lushan Jianguan faced his whole body and retreated. Ling Hanzhong's purpose is to dominate the Jiangnan region. The three factions have nothing to do with his sphere of influence. He has no reason to want to provoke an opponent who needs to deal with it.

"Today's situation, Ye Luobao has no power to return to heaven. The old man understands your thoughts. The young man and young man are emotional and easily impulsive. Seeing that the foundation is not secure, it is inevitable to be excited. Seeing your master, the old man does not follow You care about the rudeness just now. Go back, do not obstruct the old man's major event. If you want to keep Ye Luobao's prefix, come to apologize in the next day, as long as you are sincere, the old man cannot agree.

Ming Fei really didn't answer, but those **** eyes flowed with a real rolling intention. No word can have the murderousness of these eyes more obvious.

Ling Hanzhong knew that fierce fighting was inevitable, but it was not regarded as a difficult problem. He has experienced dry battles, and has never seen any scene before. Han Han said: "Since you are determined to be against your old husband, draw down the road. What about your men, let them come out.

With his long sleeves, his eyes shined brightly.

"Monster, monster, jumping beam clown,-and annihilate it, and sooner!

Today is the day of Lushan Jianguan's destiny to stay in history. Among the martial arts in the south of the Yangtze River, a place where no one power can gain three houses is in the history of the thousand-year history of Lushan Jianguan, and it has never been so glorious. All this glory will be up to him—

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