Many years ago, Qin Ming even had a trigram.

The characters of Jun Sikong and Li Qing do not match. When the two are together, there will be noisy and friction.

With this violent temper, Jun Sikong threatened to smash Liqing, even if he ran to the end of the world, he would be his head.

Li Qing is not the master of people either. During the group chat, he shouted: "I'm on the way back to the sect. Some kind of come to hit me now! It doesn't matter if you can't make it, I'll wait for you at the sect. At that time, it will be up to the two of us to kill whom!"

The roar was deafening, and the two were noisy.

When the other people saw this, not only did they not stand up, but they also showed an attitude of not being too serious to see jokes.

Among them, Lu Chenfei is also included!

"In Liqing for so many years, why can't I find a woman? In my opinion, it was Jun Sikong who cursed him secretly."

"One night thirty years ago, I saw Li Qing urinating at the door of Jun Sikong's house."

"Li Qing took Wen Qinliang and Bai Hong, peeing and mud, and in the end, they all almost reached the wall of Jun Sikong's house..."

Words sounded one after another, and the hatred between the two soared.

Not to mention whether these are true, but Jun Sikong said it!

"Li Qing! Wait for me to return to the sect! You must chop off your third leg, dry and grind it into powder, and spill it into the ocean!"

Jun Sikong gritted his teeth, furious.

"You think I'm scared? Afraid of you? I'm only one step away from the peak of the gods' palace. When the time comes, I won't hit you on your knees and begging for mercy."

Li Qing did his part, and through his waist card, he could feel that seven of the people were dissatisfied and eight were not angry.

Hearing the two people scolding each other in the air, the others couldn't help laughing.

After a while, Lu Chenfei asked, "Jun Sikong, are you in Bazhou? I just want to go to Bazhou, then..."

Before he could say anything, Jun Sikong quickly replied, saying: "I can see the battle of the Heavenly Sword Emperor, I have feelings, big brothers come to discuss it?"

"Go!"

The two hit it off.

After the pass was passed, the rest of the people also went to work on their own.

Now, Jun Sikong wanders around the world with his sword, what a chic and happy, he has been pursuing the ultimate kendo.

There is only a sword in his eyes, and this life is destined to be a sword.

The biggest hobby in the weekdays is to be drunk as a song, kill people and win treasures...

It is worthy of being the elites in the Sky Cloud Sect. They are all a family, and naturally they are not as well-known as Lu Chenfei.

...

At this moment.

Jun Sikong finished cursing Liqing, put away his waistband, and sneaked towards the foot of a mountain.

This is the chassis of the Qingtao Palace in Bazhou, and its disciples often go down the mountain to practice.

Some weak people passed by in front of Jun Sikong, and they were naturally indifferent.

Because these disciples are not high-ranking, they are generally poor.

Regarding Jun Sikong as a person, he is also a true disciple to kill, otherwise it is really not worth his shot.

quickly.

A man and a woman walked on the sword, talking and laughing along the way.

It seems to be very close, and it has surpassed the affection of ordinary brothers and sisters.

"stop!"

Jun Sikong's figure suddenly violently rises, holding a three-foot green front, and his clothes are hunting.

"Who?"

"who?"

A man and a woman in midair were shocked and separated at the fastest speed.

but.

When he saw the figure of Jun Sikong clearly, he couldn't help but sneered.

They live in Bazhou all year round, so naturally they have never heard of Jun Sikong's prestige.

In addition, Jun Sikong is also very careful in doing things, restraining his own breath, and looks like an ordinary little monk.

The most important thing is that Jun Sikong is covered with mud and dust. If he were not for his cultivation, he would think he was a little beggar.

"Look at the two of you who have a face, a face, and an identity. Borrow some money to spend?"

While Jun Sikong spoke, there was not much expression on his face, and he bowed his head in a polite and humble manner.

The man in front of him really couldn't associate with the robber.

"Borrow some money? Haha..."

The man in the sky sneered, arguing for this kind of beggar, it was simply surrendering his status.

"Looking at him so pitiful, he should be a warrior who has caught up with the calamity and flees from the famine?"

On the contrary, the woman frowned, waved her hand, and said, "Ten spiritual stones, take them...you don't need to pay them back, the ones that come, go back there!"

Ten dollars! ?

A cold light flashed in Jun Sikong's eyes suddenly.

Looking at the spirit stone thrown under his feet, he didn't bend down to pick it up. Even if it was a billion spirit stone, it was not worth his bow.

"Too little?"

The young man showed his displeased expression, and also dropped some spirit stones, and said impatiently: "I'll give you ten more spirit stones. Get out of the money and get out."

"On this point? Who should I send?"

Jun Sikong suddenly spoke, strode forward, and kicked the Lingshi directly away.

Twenty spirit stones just want him to bend over and slide the world!

"Little girl, don't be shameless." The young man immediately became angry.

This is the first time that the true disciple of the dignified Qingtao Palace has been beaten in the face.

I can only say that the little beggar in front of me is too eye-opening.

Looking at the entire Bazhou, who doesn't know, Ji Bo can't put a grain of sand in his eyes, and he is a murderous character?

Offending Ji Bo is no different from looking for death.

Either you are looking for death, or you are looking for death!

"Xiongtai don't want to get angry, I just want to borrow 200 million spirits, if I refuse to cooperate... don't say I have borrowed or not repaid!"

Jun Sikong's voice suddenly turned cold, and the moment he raised his head, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

It was just a shock, like a steel knife scraping the bones, making people shudder in an instant.

"Who are you? Do you dare to die at the foot of Qingtao Palace Mountain?"

The young man recovered his senses as quickly as possible, yelling violently, "Two hundred million spirits? Are you thinking of eating ass?"

"If you want to eat, I can fulfill you."

Jun Sikong shrugged his face with a sneer.

Under this circumstance, there is no money he can't borrow!

Even if it was the dead man's money, he dared to go up for it.

"Hehe...Go to hell!" Ji Bo sneered, two silver hooks made of copper and iron appeared in his hands, and went straight to Jun Sikong to kill.

This blow was extremely fast, the iron chain in his hand could be stretched freely, and the angle of attack could be adjusted with a move of mind.

This is a very lethal weapon, very weird.

Can easily control this kind of weapon, very few, once scratched, it will definitely pierce into the bone marrow.

however.

He underestimated Jun Sikong.

In this mortal body, the existence of the most powerful combat force, the degree of cruelty is deeper than imagined.

Kill one person in ten steps and never stay for a thousand miles.

It's not too much to describe Jun Sikong.

The next second, just listen to the sound of Qiang, a long sword comes out of its orifice, rolling up a large area of ​​cloudy wind.

This is the famous sword of an era, the sword of swinging demons!

Because it was used as the eye of the suppression of demons, it was stained with a bit of demonic energy, and when the sword light flickered, it was like a group of demons dancing.

In an instant, the sky was shrouded in haze.

Jun Sikong stepped forward and appeared in front of Ji Bo instantly, raising his hand to cut it away with a sword.

This sword pierced the sky, the sword light was refined like a rainbow, and among the evil spirits, it carried the power of regret of the world, and was extremely fierce.

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