"How do you explain the things of the elders of Qin?" Liu Chengzhu asked close to the elders of the Holy Mountain and asked him.

The elders of the Son died in the wild city. Whoever puts this matter on them is a sin of death.

If you really want to blame, a few pretty cities can't match the fate of a pretty city, but fortunately your daughter is the holy woman of the Holy Mountain.

I hope that I can find a way to achieve the best of both worlds and to calm the anger of the Great Son.

"Hey, who does what, who will bear it! Anyway, there are more houses in the city! It doesn't matter if you burn one or two."

Everyone was a little confused by the words of the sacred deacon, and they frowned.

Thinking in the brain, everyone has just progressed, and a very fine white light on the top of the head whizzed past the head.

Everyone in the city was full of thoughts, and no one noticed the top of the head. He only felt a trace of the extremely cold breeze.

"Do you have any feelings about the past?" The sacred mountain deacon was locked, and unconsciously shuddered, then looked up and looked at the sky.

A sneak peek is a dull look up, some are unknown, the face is full of doubts, shaking their heads.

With doubts, the deacon of the Mount Shengshan was dignified and then shouted backwards.

"The people of the Holy Mountain, listen to life! Surround the Su family!"

"噔噔"

Hearing this sentence, everyone’s heart is shaking with time.

The main city of Liucheng, as well as He, Mo, several homeowners are even more anxious, do not dare to speak.

"Put someone to help the sacred disciple!" Liu Zongyuan's eyes were a bit cold.

Later, Liu Zongyuan passed on to all the forces and said succinctly: "The barbaric city is small, but it is our five generations of homeland. You should work together to protect every inch of the land of the city!"

"Yes! Liucheng Lord!" Several other homeowners replied in a low voice.

The meaning of Liu Zongyuan has been clear, but Shengshan Ming is posing to make a small move to the Su family.

Liu Zongyuan, who is a city owner, naturally does not want to see everything in the city. Because these outsiders, even the sacred mountains, become sacred,

The heads of the family also nod, constantly making colors to the people around them, and ordering the people around them.

On the other side, the Su Family Courtyard.

Everyone got up early, and the eight housekeepers trembled, and some of them were bleak.

"Miss, are you leaving again? The homeowners haven't come back yet! Wait two more days!" Wang Guanjia hung a very lost expression.

The eight butlers clung to Su Shier’s hand, but I did not expect that the small broken child Su Shier had already appeared like a fairy.

Su Shier shook his head gently, looking around at the familiar courtyard of the week, looking at Yunzhi and Wang Shangwu.

Softly: "The Su family has eight housekeepers, and the children are especially relieved! Su Yi and Grandpa will be very grateful to you. But the children must go with them, you take care!"

Finally, under the reluctance of the eight housekeepers, the three quickly turned into a group of light out of the Sujia gate, and the troops who had preceded the people left the city.

"Homeowners, I don't know when you will come back!" The eyes of the eight butlers twitched slightly, and the sad smile looked at the dust that went away.

Holy Mountain, a magnificent hall in the golden wall.

The image of a red-haired girl in the fire greets her eyes, the bumpy body, the dress is slightly turbulent, the youthful atmosphere of the newborn, with a few arrogance.

Quietly standing in the magnificently carved hall, such as the same brilliantly blooming lotus.

Among the bright and deep eyes, it is clear and clear, and if it is a star, it is a bit more mature and more beautiful than Su Shier.

If the face is a silver plate, the eyes are like apricots, a pair of water-spirited pupils, such as jade beads.

"Hey, how have you been practicing recently?" The sound of a vicissitude of life was uploaded from the stone chair.

"Return to the Holy Respect, or the Yuan Dynasty is a heavy one!" The person who spoke was Liu Ruoxuan, who was slightly owed.

"Oh!"

The stone chair turned, and the image of a lady with a sigh of relief was revealed in the back.

Dressed in a golden long skirt, gentle and dignified, with the pressure of a superior, serious face, not a lot of wrinkles.

The root of the silver wire is combed up with a high hair, and the skin exposed from the cuff is slightly slack, but not old.

The skin color is very white, and a pair of eyes reveal a clear and natural nature that is inconsistent with the age. The towering nose bridge, when you see it, is also a beautiful woman with a snowy eyebrow.

However, from the sound, I can tell that I was about seventy or eighty years old. I looked at Liu Ruoxi with a look of kindness, and I was looking at Liu Ruoyu with a smug look.

"The 16-year-old Yuanhuangjing is already extraordinary. At your age, the Great Son is not your opponent. You should not be overly modest!"

Liu Ruojun nodded and smiled, and the atmosphere of condensing instantly became docile.

The Holy Spirit continued to say: "What did you think about the last time you asked to come over and let you think about it?"

"The deaf children are willing to accompany the Tianfeng qualifying war, but this big saint and the five saints are more qualified to play for the holy mountain. It is really difficult for the deaf to decide. This matter is still given to the Holy Spirit!"

A little hoarse laughter sounded from the stone chair, and the sage gently groped for the jade on the handle.

"I am willing to participate! Oh, my holy mountain is the strongest this time, and will definitely hit the top twenty again!"

Liu Ruoxi nodded and said that this time there are many strong sacred mountains who will participate. I heard that the overall strength of Shengshan has risen to a higher level than the previous 60 years ago.

Wu Shengzi Snow Red House is fully prepared to fight, and has not yet gone out, Liu Ruojun immediately nodded.

Daddy, the voice of the front turned, the voice of the Holy Spirit instantly became deep and serious, said.

"Hey, have you been in the Holy Mountain for a few years?"

"It’s almost six years!" Liu Ruoxuan recalled slightly and nodded softly.

In the past six years, from the city to the holy mountain, all rely on ourselves and step by step to today.

Having said that, Liu Ruoxi’s body also has the temper of Su Yi’s general stubbornness.

"In six years, you have been so pretty, it is time to get married. Presumably this time the battle of the wind, there are many leaders who will stare at you!"

"I...the holy deities, the younger children are still young, these things will not be considered."

When it comes to the opposite sex, Liu Ruoxi’s eyes suddenly flash a touch of a rogue image that is familiar and can no longer be familiar, Su Yi.

Su Yi, who had been indecent as a child since she was a child, but always influenced herself all the time.

Light and thin over himself, and saved himself, in the heart of Liu Ruoxuan, Su Yi is a particularly mysterious existence.

Suddenly, Liu Ruoxi’s pretty face was red, and Feixia gradually dyed his neck, only to listen to the Holy Spirit.

"But you know, the ultimate saint of the Holy Mountain, each has a unique mission?" said the Holy Man.