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The next day, it was clear.

Jingyunxiao had been sleeping until the sun was hanging high, and then he woke up comfortably from his sleep.

As soon as he walked out of the room, he saw Mu Shishi pacing back and forth in front of his room, looking very anxious. Looking at her listless appearance, she did not sleep well last night.

Jing Yunxiao probably knows that Mu's poems are worrying about today's affairs.

However, for Jing Yunxiao, there is no need to worry.

Worry about that.

Don't worry, isn't it?

In this case, why worry about going to sleep, eat and drink, and then take good care of your spirit. Maybe it will do some good to the development of things.

However, Jing Yunxiao would not preach Mu's poetry.

People and people's psychological bearing size is not the same.

At least, in the eyes of Mu's poetry, people like Jing Yunxiao who never change their faces after the collapse of Mount Tai are simply nothing in the world.

Therefore, seeing the scene that Jing Yunxiao was sleeping until he was up in the sun and getting up in the morning, Mu Shishi almost knelt down to Jing Yunxiao.

This psychological quality, no one.

After a beautiful meal, Zuo Qingfeng also appeared in the place where Jing Yunxiao and Mu Shishi lived.

"Brother Jing, it's almost time. You can't go back this time."

Zuo Qingfeng finally reminded.

"On the way."

Without any hesitation, Jing Yunxiao was resolute.

Now that Jing Yunxiao has made a decision, Zuo Qingfeng doesn't say much. He arranges Jing Yunxiao and Mu Shishi into a carriage, and then lets people drive the carriage to a gallop.

On the carriage, Jing Yunxiao closed his eyes and raised his mind, while Mu Shishi was very uneasy.

An hour later, at noon, the carriage stopped suddenly.

"Young master, miss, the God of war is here."

Driver's road.

Jing Yunxiao opened his eyes and walked out of the carriage. Jingyunxiao followed him, as if he were walking into the tiger's den with Jing Yunxiao. He was very cautious and unnatural.

Before Jing Yunxiao came to dinner, he didn't propose to let Mu Shishi not follow him, but mu Shishi refused, and Jing Yunxiao had no idea.

After getting off the carriage, the carriage galloped away. Jing Yunxiao, carrying jinglang, appeared at the gate of the God of war.

Looking at the three golden characters in the God of war mansion, a touch of excitement sprang up unconsciously on Jing Yunxiao's face.

"This time when I come back, I will take back everything that belongs to me in ares house."

Jing Yunxiao is cruel at the bottom of his heart, and then goes out with Mu Shishi towards the God of war.

"Stop, who is it?"

Two iron guards of the God of war stopped Jing Yunxiao.

Jing Yunxiao didn't come to the war god's mansion for a long time. In addition, Jing Qingluo took them through the main gate once. Naturally, the guard didn't know him, but the two guards were very familiar with jinglang.

The face changed a lot.

"Master jinglang, who are you? How dare you make master jinglang like this? Are you impatient to live? "

One of the guards cheered coldly.

This is the first time that he saw jinglang in such a mess. In the past, jinglang was once in a state of wind and rain, and the scenery was infinite. It was no different from a dead dog.

"Don't you know me? Anyway, I am Jing Yunxiao. "

Jing Yunxiao's face is full of a very indifferent smile.

"The sky?"

The two guards were slightly pondering, but soon they seemed to think of something. For a moment, the expressions on their faces were even more astonishing than seeing the scene like a dead dog.

1、 He was surprised that the man who stirred up the storm and disturbed the three forces was just a 15-year-old boy?

2、 They are surprised that Jing Yunxiao still has the courage to return to the God of war in this sharp wave? Isn't this just to die?

"How dare you treat master jinglang like this? Are you tired of living and let master jinglang go quickly, otherwise our brothers will not be polite to you? "

Another guard is obviously brave and dare to talk like this when he sees Jing Yunxiao.

Jing Yunxiao frowned, and his eyes suddenly turned cold. He said with a smile, "well, you two dog slaves, a master of jinglang, don't pay attention to me. It seems that I don't have any prestige in your eyes, do you? Now that I do that, I'll rebuild my prestige. "

"Don't talk nonsense and get caught."

The guard is no longer talking nonsense, and a spear in his hand smashes down at Jing Yunxiao's head.

Seeing that the spear was about to fall on the top of Jing Yunxiao's head, Jing Yunxiao stretched out his right hand at will, and that spear was so stable in mid air.

"As a slave, how can you look down on others? Jinglang is a young master, am I not? ""Click."

Jing Yunxiao made a sudden effort, and the disciple's spear broke into two parts directly in his hand. Then Jing Yunxiao kicked the guard in the abdomen. The guard howled, and the whole person was kicked up like a ball. Finally, it directly hit the gate of the war god's mansion, pounding the iron gate.

"Who came to make trouble in the war god mansion? Do you want to eat too much

A majestic voice suddenly came from the temple of God of war. With this voice, two lines of troops immediately poured out of the temple of God of war. The opponents of these two lines were full of energy, and their accomplishments in martial arts and Taoism were not low.

Among them, the head is a middle-aged man with a scar on his face. The man was originally ferocious, but with the scar on his face, the feeling of ferocity became more and more intense.

"Who are you?"

Without waiting for the middle-aged man, Jing Yunxiao asked directly.

"I am Jing Meng, the leader of the third and fourth division of the God of war. How dare you make trouble in Lian Zhan's Shenfu? I count three. If you don't leave obediently, you are ready to be tortured by my God of war. "

Jing Meng dictates to the tunnel.

But just finished, he finally noticed the Jing Lang that Jing Yunxiao was carrying, and he suddenly lost color.

"Scenery Master jinglang? You Are you Jing Yunxiao

Jing Meng was shocked.

"It's Ben Shao. Jingmeng, you are so brave. How dare Lian Zhan, the young master of Shenfu, dare to stop him? You're talking crazy? I'm tired of living. "

As soon as Jing Yunxiao's eyes were cold, a slap immediately came out. There was no way to avoid it. A red palm print appeared on his left face.

"Bang."

The voice is clear and crisp. Jingmeng, who has five levels of Lingwu realm, flies directly under the palm of jingyunxiao.

When people around him saw this, they all started to sting.

At this time, Jing Yunxiao said again: "you go and tell Jing Yukong that old man who doesn't die. If you want his son's life, come to the martial arts arena quickly. I want to test the talent stele."

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