The middle-aged man slowly walked out of the shade, holding the hilt, his stalk facing down, and shaking it from side to side. This is like a swordsman. It is like a stubborn child holding a rattle. When he appears in the eyes of everyone, Ma Xuan, 琵琶Female, smiling face, 簪花郎周仕, 魔教鸦儿, have changed their faces.

The man didn't look at the top players who were famous in the rivers and lakes, but smiled at the young man who should be the same person: "I think more, you don't have such a big face, here is a hundred years, it is estimated that Only Ding Ying is qualified. You..."

He stretched out his free hand and shook his fingers. "Not yet."

In the eyes of the public, the man put a long sword on the ground and poked his hand against the hilt. The posture was lazy. He smiled at the two people. "Don't be dazed, you continue. If you can't kill, I will not be late." Rest assured, I am out of the sword today, only for the kid, to ensure that you will not accidentally hurt you."

Ma Xuan spit out the **** spit, and smiled happily: "I didn't think there was a chance to let Lu Jianxian flock, this Nanyuan Guojing division did not come, no matter what the outcome, after the rivers and lakes, just talk about this war, always around However, 'Ma Xuan' can give it a go!"

Ma Xuan slightly bent over the back of the bow, only to spread from the shoulder to the arm, there is a tattoo of the downhill tiger, the momentum is amazing.

Not only that, but on the back of the high uplift, there is also a portrait like a door god. A long-handed man in a green robe with a long knife is a closed-eyed sickle, exuding a rich cold arrogance. It’s shocking to see the shoulders and the tigers.

The smile on the wall is full of smiles, and the fingers are licking the grass roots that I don’t know where to pull them.

Yan Hualang Zhou Shi whispered to the crows around him: "Obviously, Ma Xuan also had an adventure and got some chances. I said this is called the technique of God. In the covenant of the Jiazi three hundred years ago, someone It is only by this big killing of the Quartet, chasing the two thousand grassland rides, killing one after the other."

I saw the dark eyes of the woman, and the burly man who climbed up in an imposing manner laughed and said: "There is no fresh skill, how dare you take this water. Do you really think that Laozi cares about that gold?"

The woman is cold and cold: "I only come for gold, this money is clean."

Ma Xuanqi said ironically: "Oh, it wouldn't really be a good thing for the poor scholars? There are a few people who don't want to be cheeky. I know him about your past deeds. You can't regret your intestines. You must not ask you." It’s not like you? You can’t be jealous of you, from head to toe. Which one of you is clean? Hurry and roll back. When you look back and create a kiss with the poor book, the uncle will reward you with five hundred and two gold. Capitalized."

Zhou Shi smiled: "The voice is screaming, it turns out to be true and true."

A woman with a false face and a false finger showed a hint of hesitation.

The smiling face suddenly said: "Before you come here? Before I came here, I had a chat with a reader named Jiang. I had a good time talking about it. I talked a lot about the rivers and lakes, and some of them talked about the past, the scholars about the past. It’s a stupid reading, just saying that there is such a shameless wave in the world. The woman didn’t even think of the nephew at the end, that is her own pillow. Hey, since it’s a fool, then I want to come to this marriage. , still can be made."

The woman’s look mourned and she became resolute.

Chen Pingan has been looking at it with care, listening with his heart, not at all anxious.

Not only is it on the street, it is trapped in the encirclement, but on the other side of the house, Feijian 15 seems to have once again fallen into the trap of being trapped by the well character.

The man who was a slinger, Chen Ping saw the third "near road" Wufu. The former two were the old man wearing a silver lotus crown and Fan Waner, but the man in front of him was compared to the martial art of Fan Waner. As for repairing, it is much higher. As far as the current situation is concerned, the gap between the elderly and the elderly is not too big.

However, a Ma Xuan has the ability to press the bottom of the box, this river and lake is obviously not as shallow as expected.

If the sword is inside the square, not the first one, the situation will be better, but it is already here, and it is not helpful.

A veritable belly is enemies.

Zhou Shi smiled and said: "The girl of the crow, there is work."

The woman who stepped on the raft was helpless: "The grandfather is talking, I dare to be lazy, but you have to remember to save me."

The 簪花郎 nodded: "Spicy hand-breaking flowers are the first tragedy in the world. I will never let the crow girl disappoint."

The stiff face smiled and lost the grass roots. He also stood up and stretched his muscles. His hands rubbed his cheeks and revealed a sincere smile that was no longer rigid. "I have to personally measure the weight of the immortal."

Lu Hao gave a voice and smiled and reminded: "The war is just around the corner, you still have to think about those who have nothing? A child who is hiding in Tibet, a young man who has never been to the front, Feng Qingbai, and a sly person, in fact, nothing. Each has its own way of living, but it’s just that you have the worst luck. Know that you have been deliberately hiding your strength and be careful to set yourself on fire."

Ma Xuan has been arrogant and raised his momentum to the highest point of his martial arts career, and there is no reason to drag.

The resentment and mourning for the woman is not necessarily false. Taking the opportunity to gain strength and make a full effort is even more true.

The next mountain tiger is like a living thing, the body is shaking, and then there is a burst of golden light on Ma Xuan's shoulders and arms, which makes Ma Xuan's left hand clenched his fist, and the golden light shines between the fingers.

Stepping out in one step, I came to Chen Ping’s body in an instant, punching out, and the air thundered in the air.

Chen Pingan did not retreat, his head tilted, bent down halfway, and leaned against his shoulders. At the same time, his right hand held the opponent's knee and hit it. The whole person was thrown out on the spot by seven or eight feet. Every step is to step out of the potholes on the street, which stops the figure.

The buzzing sound, from the sides of Ma Xuan, two snow bright silk lines drawn, straight to Chen Ping.

Ma Xuan suddenly stepped on it and rushed forward again.

Chen Ping’s figure disappeared and escaped the string assassination. In addition to being extremely agile, it was like being dragged forward by something, and it was almost unreasonable.

Lu Yan’s eyes lit up and laughed loudly: “Ma Xuan, pay attention to the front.”

Ma Xuan suddenly stopped, so that the street was plowed out of two gullies, his feet were heavily stepped on, and his arms were blocked in front of him.

Suddenly, there was an incredible punch in his arm, and Ma Xuan screamed, and the knife-carrying robes of the long-shouldered robe painted behind him suddenly blinked.

"Go to death!" Ma Xuan just leaned back slightly, stepping forward with one foot, picking up an arm and throwing it out, the golden arm overflowing the entire arm, drawing a golden fan in the air.

In the eyes of the smiling face, I saw the snow-white robes, one hand held the horse Xuan fist, gently pressed down, the figure rose up, directly crossed the top of Ma Xuan’s head, and one foot was on the horse. On the head of the propaganda, she jumped away to the woman who was hiding behind the ghosts. The woman saw the machine not good, and the fingers flicked on the strings. In between, a green spider was interwoven.

Chen Pingan suddenly frowned, and suddenly changed direction, abandoned the prostitute, and swept away to the left hand.

It was the gloomy smile.

Except for Lu Yan.

Among the two people who have appeared in the past, Chen Ping is most afraid of this strange person.

Smiley smiled and said: "All said that the soft persimmon is pinched, you are good."

He opened his arms and went straight forward.

The next moment, the figure of the smiling face disappeared instantly.

Chen Pingan twisted his direction in the air and reached for the smiling face that appeared inexplicably behind him. He silently slammed his head to Chen Ping’s head.

Chen Pingan actually caught it.

It is simply a sign.

The smiling face appeared again in the back, and this time his body curled up, his arms spread out, and his fists knocked on Chen’s temple.

Chen Pinggang just wants to take some action.

Lu’s discourse was just a step earlier, and he said to the smiling face, “Be careful, he has to work hard.”

When he smiled a little and hesitated, he took the initiative to give up the good opportunity of the double-handed hammer and Chen’s head. He stood on the bluestone street.

Chen Pingan almost swapped the position with the smiling face. The latter came to the street and Chen Ping stood on the wall.

I blinked at the two swordsman who had broken his good deeds. "Why don't you just do it?"

Lu Hao palm gently tapped the hilt, cheerfully said: "With so many people in partnership with a younger generation, spread out, the reputation is not good."

Chen Pingan silently.

The swordsmanship is dead and heavy, like the originally opened jug is blocked, and the smell is not heard any more.

The first day was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no movement. It was related to Chen Ping’s broken heart.

Not only that, but the robes of his body also lost their effectiveness.

However, the loss of the amulet of Jin Jin is equivalent to Chen Ping’s loss of the cost of ignoring the weapon, but the only advantage is that there is no such thing as the robes of the spirits. At the beginning of the old man’s true spirit, his hands and feet were invisible, and punching would only be faster.

The first time I was missing, the fifteenth was trapped, and Jin Hao did not have any magic weapon.

In exchange for a hearty punch.

Give a punch and pay attention to a freely.

Chen Pingan has always been "receiving."

Because he really is full of doubts about this river and lake, as well as the entire Nanyuan country capital, the so-called ten people in the world.

Just can't figure it out, there are things that still have to be done.

Lu Hao began to point to the mountains and rivers, "Ma Xuan, don't die."

Ma Xuan put out a boxing frame, the left and right arms have turned into gold, breathing between, spit out a little golden light.

Behind him, the long-shouldered green robe Wu Shengren, after blinking, is more vivid, from the tip of the knife, a white ball of light is shining, and the silk is scattered, and soon Ma Xuan’s eyes are faintly silver.

Like a burly man who worships the gods in a large hall, he swears: "This unbeaten golden body, I was going to try to try the first hand of the country, the boy, count you, come and come, just hammer to the grandfather, Wrinkle my brows even if I lose..."

"Ok."

Chen Pingan went away.

There was an illusion in the eyes of everyone, and the whole street seemed to be a few feet to collapse.

With a punch and no spare force, the iron rides a chiseling array, and slammed the horse in the chest.

The image of the sacred man in the back of the green robes was smashed in an instant.

Ma Xuan’s burly body flew out.

Chen Pingan follows the shadow.

In another boxing, Ma Xuan’s body has been twisted into an arc bow. This time, Chen Ping’s punches and his angle changed slightly, which made Ma Xuan just hit the companion behind him.

"Lu Hao save me!"

The woman’s face changed dramatically. After the horror, she didn’t wait for it. It’s a top-notch master. She didn’t have a back, she didn’t have a dodge, she’s on her toes, and she’s trying to hide behind Ma’s undefeated body. That guy can't punch through the horse body.

As long as he is a little stagnant, I believe that Lu Hao will be out of the sword.

Chen Pingan seems to see through the woman's mind, and the third boxing is actually hitting Ma Xuan's abdomen again.

The golden body was smashed and shattered. The original pale silver eyes immediately became red and covered with blood.

Ma Xuan’s back and the self-defeating squatting woman collided.

After hitting a string of squeaking noises, the woman squirted a piece of blood, and her feet staggered and kicked out, volleying and stepping backwards.

Still too slow.

Chen Pingan punched the shackles in the woman's arms and hit her abdomen with her arms half-turned. The woman was twisted and twisted in the air together with the broken cockroaches. Then she slammed into the side wall, which was full of enthusiasm. Almost all of the Jiaozuo sneaked into the wall, and I was dying of life and death, and my arms fell to the ground.

The Lulu face in the distance with a smile, still no sword.

Even if that person seems to regard him as a real enemy.

He slouched again, "Smile, remember, don't be confused by his current punching speed, he can be faster, try not to be close to him, dark weapon poison, whatever, try it."

Lu Hao pretends to be awkward. "Oh yes, the person he really wants to kill is actually a crow girl and a big son."

It was shocked by Chen Ping’s boxing method, and the demon woman’s crows even had a hard-working scalp to join in the fun of the mind. Even after being criticized by the old teacher, it’s better than now that Ma Xuan’s miserable end.

Zhou Shi was planning to make a wall view early.

As a result, Lu Hao said that both of them were horrified.

Sure enough, Chen Pingan has a horizontal shift.

The person facing you is the crow who is walking on the raft.

She was just about to have some movements, her eyes wide open and her face full of pain.

The wall behind her exploded without warning, and there was an extremely slender sword. The assassin held the sword with both hands, and it was as fast as a thunder.

The tip of the sword was worn over the back of the woman. The sword was put on the back of the crow, and the assassin continued to run forward. The poor woman was pushed forward.

The woman grew like a three-footed sword without a sheath.

The tip of the sword stabbed Chen Ping.

Pointing to the atrium.

The atrium hole is also called Long Yao, located in the middle of Chen Ping’s front line.

Lu Hao quietly grasped the hilt.

But it quickly loosened again.

On the occasion of the millennium, Chen Ping disappeared out of thin air.

Used the last square inch.

The assassin released a hand holding a sword, held the back of the woman's head, and pushed forward with a strong push. The petite body slipped out of the blade and fell on the ground a few feet away. The back was slightly loose. It should be Hematemesis, a pool of blood soaked in the back placket, the woman struggled a bit, trying to flip the body, but the elbow just bent a little, it fell heavily on the street.

The assassin was a young man with bare feet and sleeves rolled up. He turned to look at Chen Heping, who was adjusting his breathing. He smiled brightly: "Listen to people saying that as long as you kill you, there is a magic weapon to take, I will come."

He shook a smashed sword flower. "My name is Feng Qingbai, Jian Xiu. It is one of the ten people. It is a share. Plus the one you exchanged for, you will make a big profit."

Feng Qingbai reluctantly said: "Unfortunately, I couldn't kill you with a sword. It is estimated that the confrontation is not your opponent. It doesn't matter. I can cooperate with Lu Hao. He is the only sword-stricken capital here, and he has to go back."

It’s only half-baked, please ask God to drop the truth, and the golden body has broken.

The woman who fell into the wall, the silk does not move, the wall roots, the sound of the gravel falling on the ground.

A secret demon woman who has been secretly defending the dragon for several years, fell in a pool of blood, and the raft and the pair of feet like frost and white, are very eye-catching.

But there is Lu Hao, Feng Qingbai, who claims to be a sword repairer, smiles, and 簪花郎周仕.

The skinny little girl huddled on the small bench and meditated in her heart. "I punched their dog's head with one punch and one punch. I took down their clothes and boots and looked at a lot of money at a glance."

The little girl looked at the horror of the woman in the distance, especially the rafts. She couldn’t help but look at it a few times. She thought that she would wear such a bells and whistles. It’s no wonder that she died fast.

Chen Pingan clenched his fists and then released them several times.

It’s time to practice boxing for a long time.

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At the top of the Yak Mountain, the Nanyuan Guoguo teacher’s autumn face was solemn, and some were not sure. Shen Sheng asked: “Would it be? To kill the man, besides obtaining a new quota, can you get three good fortune? Why is this so, according to the secret history records of the countries and the secret archives of the building, there has never been such a situation in the history of each of the Jiazi’s appointments. Will it be Ding Ying’s trick?”

Yu Zhenyi, who is a pure childish child, is carefully carving a jade bamboo fan bone with a knives, and is careful, such as an infatuated person who treats the skin of a woman who loves her, and does not answer, but does not stare at it. The fine lines on the bamboo branches, the silk sweat on the forehead, which has returned to the realm of martial arts, is really unreasonable.

As a big master after Ding Ying, Yu Zhenyi has long been insulted by the cold and heat, and rumors that in the age of ancient times, he obtained a cheats of immortals, realized the ten days of his will, mastered the technique, and even some people said it. Yu Zhenyi was able to ride the clouds and ride the cranes. It was at this time that Yu Zhenyi’s physical appearance began to be changed from a white-haired old man to a young and young boy until today’s child.

After ten years of retreat, the success broke out, and finally the heavens and the humans are united. The world is full of sorrowful sorrows, and it is best to fight with Ding Ying. It is best to kill them. Since then, the emperor has not used it. Tired of fear, in his sleep, he was cut off from his head, and both the sects and the sects of the sects and the sects of the sects of the sects and sorcerers could not wait for the eccentric ancestors, either to die early or to quickly achieve the legendary soaring feats, in short, I have to stay in the world for 80 years. I should also change my position to sit down and take the top spot.

In addition to Yu Zhenyi and the kind of autumn, this pair of men who are also enemies and friends, there is also a stunning woman wearing a noble coat on the top of the yak, the dark blue of the coat, the first dress of the Nanyuan Queen, only in the dynasty, the temple Waiting for the ceremony, at the moment there is one of the most obedient Nanyuan Guoguo teachers on the top of the mountain. Then the woman can only be the Queen of Nanyuan.

She also has a secretive identity, respecting the current landlord, responsible for ranking the world's masters, once every twenty years.

The spring tide palace Zhou Fei, for the beauty of the Queen of Zhou has been a long time, 簪花郎 Zhou Shi once said in the hall of Baihe Temple, if not autumn, stay at the palace, his father Zhou Fei has long been robbed People.

Yu Zhenyi put down the jade bamboo in his hand, lifted his arm and rubbed his forehead sweat, and spit out a smoldering gas, such as a misty cloud. After a long time near the child’s face, he first answered the question of autumn. It’s not fake. But Ding Ying’s thoughts are unpredictable. Compared with the young swordsman who appeared in the sudden appearance, Ding’s back hand is more worthy of our attention.”

Yu Zhenyi aggravated the tone. "I don't worry about the situation over the Yuanxiang Lane. It is best to plant the country teacher and stare at yourself."

Called the country teacher.

It seems that the relationship between the two is really average.

A kind of autumn frowning eyebrows: "The situation of the killing of Zhuangyuan Lane, there is Ding Ying sitting in the town does not say, Lu Hao also took the sword to go, what is not assured?"

Yu Zhenyi shook his head and said: "I don't trust Ding Ying, I don't trust Lu Yan."

There is some unpleasantness in the autumn look. "Lu Hao is this person, bright and open, what is not assured? Just because he is the same way as the swordsman?"

The first person in the world who is well-known in the world, the head of the Hushan School, the emperor of Songsong State, the old **** in the eyes of the world, has always been like this, although the act is bright and straight, but there is an alienation and indifference in the bones. The closer he walks with him, the deeper his feelings.

Yu Zhenyi said indifferently: "If you don't go, I will go."

The autumn is cold and screaming, and I don’t see the Queen’s eyes that week, such as an eagle plucking to the foot of the mountain.

Changed a black spot, and the rabbits fell off at the foot of the mountain, and soon moved away from the Yak Mountain.

Zhou Huang said with emotion: "It is as strong as a kind of autumn, it is still impossible to be like the immortal wind in the ancient books. You, Yu Zhenyi, can you do it now?"

Yu Zhenyi is silent.

Zhou Hao really laughed. "Even if you don't take the cloud, you can see it, it's still very elegant."

When she was a girl, in the well of his country, she first saw Qiu Yu and Yu Zhenyi. The former was sharp and the latter was introverted, which made her feel amazing.

Yu Zhenyi stood up and was not able to get to the chest of Zhou Queen, but when he stood up, Zhou Yizhen was just like being picked up at the foot of the mountain. He could only look up at the mountain.

Yu Zhenyi asked: "Ten people in the world, confirmed?"

Zhou Yizhen nodded: "It has been completely determined."

She suddenly couldn't help but sigh: "It's like a court test for officials, it's not so cruel."

After Yu Zhenyi’s hands were negative, he looked up and looked down.

The hidden Nanyuan empress queen asked a question, "Where is Tong Qingqing hiding?"

Yu Zhenyi was silent for a moment, "I must know only Ding Ying."

Zhou Yizhen turned his head and looked at the high-ranking **** figure. "How high is Ding Ying's martial arts realm?"

Yu Zhenyi said a strange word, "I don't know if I know."