Chapter 51

Lu Zhou was stunned by the sudden reward.

Devout worship?

Don't all these villains do good?

Just thinking, little kite ran in from outside.

"Master, the fourth elder martial brother killed people!"

Lu Zhou sat up straight and said, "what's the matter?"

Xiao yuan'er then explained the whole story of what she had seen and heard at the foot of the mountain.

Lu Zhou heard the speech and frowned slightly.

The female nun of Yanyue palace is under Ye Tianxin's command. Ye Tianxin has been imprisoned, and the rest is just a plate of loose sand. How dare you come to Jinting mountain? It's not a big deal.

It's just a group of female nuns. They have the highest accomplishments. When they get older, they are very tired of doing everything in their own hands.

"You can handle these little things." Luzhou light voice channel.

"Oh."

Xiao yuan'er muttered, "master, it's good to rest. I'm going to stare."

Lu Zhou leaned back on his chair, supported his forehead and continued to take a rest.

These days, the lottery draw head is confused, have to slowly, have the time to break things, it is better to think about the law of the lottery.

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At the foot of Jinting mountain.

Mingshi smile because of evil spirit, say: "why, you are not happy?"

The black robed practitioner was stunned and just wanted to say something. Behind him, the black dragon chariot sounded a clear bell. The black robed practitioner suppressed his displeasure and flew back to the black dragon chariot.

The other black robed practitioners lined up in line to wait for orders.

Then, in the dark dragon chariot, a voice came out:

"Sir, can I see you, sir?"

This voice contains a very strong sound wave, which is not strong, but its vitality, even if it is the Vatican sea territory, the strength of the eight channels will suffer.

The Ming Dynasty because of disapproval way: "the master is you this kind of cat and dog can see casually?"

“……”

There was a silent silence in the black dragon chariot.

Although the other black robed practitioners did not move, they could feel that they all exuded a faint anger.

"Let's go while I'm in a good mood."

Ming Shiyin is really in a good mood today, and he is also telling the truth.

This is a little insulting to the other party.

Just as mingshiyin was about to turn around and enter the barrier:

hum -

an energy resonance sound appeared.

The nuns of Yanyue palace slumped on the ground and looked at the black Dharma body on the black dragon chariot in horror.

Yeah?

Ming Shiyin looked up.

The four leaf black Dharma body of Dongming is about five Zhang high.

With the increase of the Dharma body, the black robed practitioners around the black dragon chariot had a subtle resonance, and the breath increased several times.

"Mr. four, are you qualified to meet your teacher now?

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The brow of Ming Dynasty was slightly wrinkled.

In addition to the master, only the first and second elder martial brothers can deal with such a strong hand. It is a pity that Jinting mountain has long lost its glory.

Mingshi said in a cold voice: "it turns out that it's the master who robbed the territory by the yuan God. If you come here to show off your force, you may have come to the wrong place."

"How dare you."

The voice became more and more vigorous and thick, "the magic chazong left heart Zen, sincerely implore you to meet with elder Ji, and also hope to be introduced by Mr. four!"

After this sentence falls.

The black robed practitioners around him fell down one after another.

The black dragon chariot also fell to the ground.

Creak, creak

Zuo Xinchan slowly walked out of the black dragon chariot.

Black face, haggard and deep pupil, like a little old man with malnutrition.

"This is my sincerity." Left heart Chan wave.

Dozens of black robed practitioners retreated one by one.

Only four people are left on the left and right.

Zuo Xinchan's eyes look directly at mingshiyin.

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Does mingshiyin shake his head, threaten me, frighten me?

Just about to refuse, little kite's voice came quietly.

"Fourth elder martial brother..."

Little kite's figure appeared outside the barrier and said, "please, master."

Zuo Xinchan slowly raised his head and saw the floating little kite in the sky. He nodded in praise and said, "it's Mr. nine. I've heard of him for a long time."

"Wow, I'm so famous?" Xiao Yuan er said with a smile.

"More than that."

Zuo Xinchan said, "Mr. Jiu entered Jinting mountain at the age of ten, jumped into tongxuan on the 10th day, got acquainted in March, opened eight veins in the Brahma sea for two years, and entered the shenting court for three years. There is no one in the world who can match Mr. nine. "

There was no language in the Ming Dynasty.

Is this also a master who opened four leaf lotus?

Flattery is also a set.

Xiaoyuan'er was happy and said with a smile, "you can speak. Master said, "see you in front of the hall."Zuo Xinchan nodded slightly and glanced back.

The remaining dozens of practitioners stepped back.

With four subordinates, Zuo Xinchan entered the barrier under the leadership of Ming Shiyin.

When entering the barrier, Zuo Xinchan stopped, and the nuns of Yanyue palace shivered.

Hum a, left heart Zen went up the mountain.

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Magic sky Pavilion.

Lu Zhou sits on the main hall, standing high.

This position, he has not sat for a long time, some cold, not used to.

Duanmusheng, Zhou Jifeng, and pan Zhong were all around.

After a while, Ming Shiyin appeared in the distance with his left heart meditation and slowly entered.

"The left heart Zen of the magic Temple sect has met elder Ji."

Zuo Xinchan made a gesture of holding hands.

Lu Zhou's eyes swept the left heart Zen.

No words.

In the main hall of the magic heaven Pavilion, it is quiet.

Luzhou does not speak, where other people dare to speak, even dare not move.

After a while, Lu Zhou said calmly: "give a seat."

Thank you very much

After sitting down, Zuo Xinchan had a chance to raise his head and look at the world-famous demon patriarch.

He didn't dare to take the initiative to perceive the cultivation realm of the strong man. He only judged by instinct. The breath of the devil's founder seemed to be more ordinary. However, in the realm of practitioners, it is not surprising that hidden accomplishments are common practice.

At the same time, I took a look at the surrounding environment

It's not luxurious or dignified. It's just like a common school of practice. It doesn't show any peculiarities.

This It's the magic Pavilion.

How many people are afraid of the devil's nest.

"Come on, what's the matter?" Lu Zhou Fuxu road.

Zuo Xinchan Baoquan Dao:

"the magic chazong has heard of Jinting mountain for a long time. Recently, he has discussed three things. First, Yanyue palace has repeatedly provoked Mazha Zong. Now that the master Ye was captured by the elder master, it is natural and natural for her to blame her. As for the other nuns, I hope the old master will give it to me;

I haven't said the second thing.

Duanmusheng threw off the chain and said, "Yanyue palace was created by the traitors of jintingshan. Even if we want to punish them, we can't turn to you."

"What Mr. three said is reasonable..."

Zuo Xinchan did not refute, but said, "second, entrusted by Jingming Taoism, pan Zhong is a traitor of his clan, and the Mazha sect can be left to deal with it. Before this, pan Chong intended to become a monk. These three family slaves do not deserve to stand in the magic heaven Pavilion... "

Duanmu Sheng wanted to refute again.

Lu Zhou slowly raised his hand and said faintly, "continue."

Left heart Chan slightly bowed, said: "if this third thing can be accomplished, the first two can be done." Then he stood up and raised his voice. "In the final analysis, like the magic temple in Jinting mountain, the magic temple is hostile to those so-called righteous ways. Single top ten masters have repeatedly fought with their predecessors, and their influence has not been reduced, but has increased a lot. If Mo Tian Ge is willing to join hands with Mo chazong In the whole world, they are invincible. "

"Fuck you!" Duanmusheng suddenly began to curse.