Chapter 770

Yi Heng's eyes brightened and he looked at the door of the hall.

I saw a figure shot into the hall door silently, and stood side by side with Chen Shoutian.

Blue Daofu, left hand in the sleeve, empty right sleeve slowly drifting with the wind.

His face was white and he looked at Chen Shoutian like a snake, but he was very happy.

Just happy, then looked at his whole body up and down, seems to be looking for flaws, looking for a chance to kill.

"Viper..." Yi Heng exclaimed in surprise.

It was the Viper who stood in the one man city for him and showed all the skills of poison cultivation to thousands of monks.

Once the poison cultivation's poison skill was known, it was no longer fatal. So he was chased by Shen tutian later. Although he escaped, his right arm was cut off.

At this time, Yi Heng's eyes moved from his white face to the slowly floating right sleeve, and the empty right sleeve floated slowly with the wind.

The snake listened to his cry and turned around. There was no expression on his white face, and his squinting eyes kept scanning him.

He felt cold all over and his heart stopped suddenly.

With the snake's eyes moving, he felt that he could be fatally attacked everywhere, and the face of the huge youth in Zifu gradually became serious and cautious.

After two breaths, Yiheng's whole body is full of pimples, his chest is slowly undulating, his mana is working, and his breath is rising.

Just as he could not bear the outbreak, the snake's white face suddenly showed a far fetched smile. Suddenly, he felt the cold disappeared, like ice thawing, like the spring breeze.

"Good! Ha ha He yelled and grinned.

The snake's farfetched smile was even stronger, and he laughed: "ha ha! Yi Daoyou, you are also very good! "

They looked at each other and laughed. They knew everything.

"Well! Who are you? Could it be that... " A cold hum interrupts their laughter. The far fetched smile on the snake's white face disappears in an instant. He turns back slowly and looks down like a snake.

The monk of the soul surname below made eye contact with him. When he rushed to his throat, he held it in an instant, and his open lips trembled slightly.

The snake was silent, his eyes sweeping from his face to his belly.

The soul monk moved with his eyes, and his breath rose and fell.

Yi Heng looks at the snake's empty right sleeve and leans toward the back of the throne.

For hundreds of years, it turns out that not only are you making progress, but you can make the same level friars so affected just by your eyes. The strength of poisonous snake is absolutely beyond imagination.

This right arm cut off by Shen tutian didn't affect his cultivation and promotion. For himself, it was very gratifying.

In his mind, when he was fighting side by side with the poisonous snake, he came up with a picture of a man in the city. The poisonous snake, by virtue of his poisonous skill, was able to resist the challenge of more than ten monks of the same level.

At that time, although it was difficult, it was also so heroic.

Is the farfetched smile forced by loneliness?

"Qianxinghun clan?" The snake asked in a short voice, like a snake hiding in the dark. When it was about to attack, it breathed the snake's letter from its mouth.

"Exactly!"

The monk's face was shocked, and his blue eyes shot out the essence. The soul power began to move slowly.

"You are not enough!"

"You..."

The snake's squinting eyes shot cold light and stabbed him in the heart instantly. The soul monk's voice stopped immediately.

There was no sound in the hall, and he was shocked by the arrogant words of the poisonous snake.

Yi Heng mouth a pick, snake easily don't open mouth, direct hands is his style.

But as long as he spoke, there would be no falsehood, but he also saw that the monks here today could not be easily killed.

"Hiss, hiss..."

The silence in the hall was broken by the sound of tearing clothes. People didn't have to look for it. Their eyes focused on the short and strong friar next to the soul friar.

The monk's face was dark. Although he was short and strong, there was nothing special about him. Because the soul monk had been speaking actively, no one paid attention to him at all.

His hands were slightly raised, and his Taoist clothes were crushed in a moment, leaving only a short hide wrapped around his waist to cover his lower body.

People were not interested in what he was wearing because they were attracted by his upper body.

His dark skin is the same color as his face, and his muscles are like iron bumps.

The snake opened his eyes slightly and said in a cold voice, "refining your body? Demon clan

The stout friar stared at him without fear, and said in a voice:

"yes, yaomou smelled the poisonous snake. It was just the poisonous snake yaomou liked. Could you let yaomou swallow it?"

Yi Heng straightened his back from the throne and frowned slightly.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

Just at this time, there was a "whoosh" sound from the hall door, which attracted the eyes of the confrontational people.

Yi Heng looked up and saw dozens of figures shooting into the door, but he didn't stop at the door. After bowing to him, he left without saying a word.After four or five breaths, dozens of people would sit down in the hall, close their eyes and meditate quietly, as if they didn't see them.

"What? Do you want to give up? When Yao was young, he didn't know how much of this poison he swallowed, but the snake in Daoyou's sleeve seemed to taste better! "

The short and strong friar stepped forward like an iron tower, with a pair of disobedient eyes staring at the snake's empty right sleeve.

The short and strong friar took a step. The Viper seemed to be pushed. He stepped back and almost leaned on Yi Heng's leg.

At the same time, his left hand contracted slightly in the sleeve, but the empty right sleeve still swayed gently with the wind.

Yi Heng looks at his empty right sleeve. The huge young man in Zifu pinches his fingers with his hands. His whole body's soul power converges towards his hands and accumulates in his hands in an instant.

He was too lazy to speak, and his eyes became more and more murderous. Just as he was about to do it, a familiar voice came from outside the hall.

"Zeng also wants to taste the poisonous snake!"

Before the foreign language of the hall door came down, he stood in the position where the snake had just been. He took the short and strong monk's eyes, and his upper body was slightly inflated, and his blue Taoist suit seemed to tear.

"Zeng Yushu..." Chen Shoutian's straight waist slightly shrunk and exclaimed.

"Hairy Eagle!" Yi Heng is pleasantly surprised to call, the soul power in purple mansion instantly disperses.

"Gaga, this is a friendly and familiar taste!" The friar in green didn't turn around and didn't answer them. Instead, he shrieked to the short and strong friar.

The short and strong Friar's fine eyes flashed out, and a trace of disdain appeared on his dark face. The urn said: "where are the wild Eagles coming from? How can they mix with them?"

It is the hairy Eagle who formed Zeng Yushu.

But at this time, the hairy eagle was no longer the hairy eagle in his mind, and his breath burst out. It was obvious that he was already Yuan Ying's cultivation, and his enigmatic look surprised him.

At this time, I heard the short and strong friar say that it was a wild eagle. In an instant, he was very angry, and his facial features gradually contracted. It seemed that he was going to take off his shape and show himself in the next moment.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

There were dozens of figures flying into the door of the hall, and people were not surprised at this time.

Sure enough, the monk who came in just stayed at the door for a moment. After seeing the situation clearly, without thinking, Chao Yiheng arched his hand slightly and scattered around the hall.

After three breaths, dozens of people came in and sat on the ground, just like the monks before them. They immediately closed their eyes and meditated.

"Wild eagle? You are the Falcon. Your family is the Falcon. " The hairy Eagle seems to be irritated by the word "wild", and its enigmatic expression disappears instantly. Instead, it becomes extremely irritable and shrieks.

Yi Heng has a smile on his face, which is the true face of the hairy eagle. However, when he was in his infancy, he was so easily angered that he must be disgusted with the "wild Eagle".

The short and strong friar was scolded by him. His face was black and his eyes were fierce.

Several times ready to start, but eyes over the eagle, see to his unkind smile Yi Heng, and had to start the idea of forced suppression.

Mao Mao Ying scolded for more than ten times, but he couldn't find any new words any more

Seeing that the short and strong Friar's face was getting darker and darker, and the burst breath was becoming stronger and stronger, a sweet voice suddenly came from outside the hall: "whose family are all wild Eagles?"

Yi Heng heard the sound, a smile suddenly closed, instantly stood up from the throne.

Naturally, people could see clearly, and their hearts sank.

From entering the hall to now, no matter who comes, no matter what happens, he has been sitting like a mountain, and never had the idea to meet.

Now, even up to meet, then, who will come?

As soon as the petite figure flashed, the fragrance came, and everyone's eyes fixed, they saw a petite figure standing on the left side of Yi Heng.

Clear eyes staring at him, flower like appearance, although it is plain, but more pure and delicate.

But at this time, it looks like anger, like joy, like sorrow, a mixture of love and hate.

Yi Heng see her this appearance, just about to rush out of the "ZHUGE younger martial sister" instantly become "matchless!" Before his voice fell, the fragrance came, and his petite body had rushed into his arms.

"Matchless, you..." He could not help holding his soft body tightly in his hands, and his face was slightly hot.

No matter how thick skinned she was, she was not so close to her in front of nearly a hundred friars.

Zhuge's unparalleled plain face was also flushed, but it seemed that he couldn't bear the pain of missing him. He forced his way to his arms, and cherry's mouth made a voice like mosquito language:

"who told you not to go to other people for hundreds of years..."

He felt extremely guilty for a moment and bowed his head to smell her hair, just like when he was fishing with her on Xun star.

"Array hall, Zhuge Daoyou?" A voice came from below. Zhuge's soft body in her arms was slightly stiff. It was obvious that she was recognized by the friars in public, which made her feel a little embarrassed.Yi Heng's eyes narrowed and looked up at the sound.

It was the friar of the Zhao family who had just been watching. Under his thin forehead, his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and his eyes were hard.

Zhuge peerless found that he looked up and knew that this was not a warm place. He sighed in his heart, stepped back and turned to look down.

"I don't know which Taoist friend is so familiar with my array hall!"

"Zhao family, Zhao Wuwei!"

"Zhao family? Hum! Is Zhao Wuji dead? " Zhuge Wushuang heard that he was a monk of Zhao family. He raised his eyebrows and scolded.

Yi Heng's face was cold, and a monk's appearance appeared in his mind.