Chapter 890： Recourse

"Is the way to the land?"

Within the hall, for a moment, it was quiet for a while, and then all the faces on the face were a little weird smile. There were both contempt and sarcasm. It’s no wonder that the little devil suddenly broke into the hall of the congress, saying first and foremost. What is to be reasonable, and what is the military service, the ultimate purpose of the reason is not the same as that of the Great Wilderness Mountain. It is felt that the situation of the Baishang Mountain has been fixed, but it has finally ended up empty-handed, and it’s reasonable to run it. Understand, just do it, but still feel...

"absurd!"

Inside the hall, someone sneered and said: "What do you think is the land of creation, and you can get it by asking for it?"

The person who spoke was a young boy who looked young, crowned and crowned, dressed in a gown, sitting on a futon inside the main hall. His expression was very disdainful and he looked into the eyes of Fang Xing. It is also the meaning of resentment that can't be concealed.

"Who are you?"

Fang Xing looked at the boy and asked with a slight frown.

"I am the northern part of Shenzhou, Li Xuanyang, a true disciple of Chunyang Road, but what?"

The young man raised his head, and Rao faced the fiercely arrogant side and refused to give up.

"It turned out to be him..."

After listening to the various repairs, many people nodded secretly.

There are many people who know the grievances of Fangxing and Shenzhou’s northern realm circles. In the past, he tried to vent his enthusiasm for his masters, and he hardened ten sects of Zen Mountain. From the first ray to the tenth ray, he killed the northern kingdoms. The family did not know how many days of arrogance and true biography. In the end, even the pure Yangdao gods Song Guichan gave the cliffs a break, and exposed the things of their repairs, so that Chunyang Road had to endure the painful love, and the name was sent to the sect. The hopelessness of the world’s arrogance was suppressed in the back mountain, and it has not been released until now. It can be described as a young generation in the northern region.

At the end of the day, he directly robbed Feng Ding and fled, causing chaos in the northern region. The air transport has been dispersed, and it has not recovered in ten years.

This vengeance. It can be said that it has long been buried in the heart of the Northern Territory, and it is unforgettable.

This pure Yangdao Li Xuanyang, after the Song Guichan was suppressed, the pure Yang Road spent a lot of effort, spent a decade to cultivate a successor, it is said that it is also a worldly arrogance, its potential is not Under the Song Dynasty, this person has inherited the air transport of the northern region of China. Naturally, the other side has no good feelings. Maybe you can think about it, and you want to recapture the Feng Ding and reinvigorate the Northern Region.

The two met, but it seemed interesting.

And see how he copes!

"Shenzhou Northland?"

The party listened, but it was really serious about it, and then he was shocked: "Are your people still dead?"

"you……"

When Li Xuanyang heard this, immediately the eyebrows were tightly screwed together, and suddenly got up and held a long sword. Speak to Fang Xing: "Devil, you killed me in the Northern Territory, and won the treasure of my town. This hatred is not shared, I have three thousand monks in the North, no one wants to hand you, sooner or later. I will take you down the sword and recapture the treasures of the town on the hills of my Zen..."

"Then why don't they come, and no one is pulling their legs?"

The lazy answer, a look of disappointment.

Li Xuanyang suddenly sighed and drank: "If it wasn't for this decade, you would have no trace. I was killed by my northern monk!"

"Now I am not a trace, I am standing here. Why don't you come?"

Fang Xing sneered, his hands behind him. I can't look down on you.

"you……"

Li Xuanyang couldn’t speak for a moment, and his face became purple.

"What are you, you saw me, I know that the Northern Territory monks are really dead, or how come you come to the magical beast?"

Fang Xing talked slowly, but the words were heart-wrenching, just stabbed in the pain of Li Xuanyang.

"I... I will kill you, and I will be the name of my Northern Territory..."

That Li Xuanyang is a hot temper, but it is also a cover that is easy to appear when practicing the pure Yang Tao. If it is repaired to the realm of Song Guichan or pure Yang Dao, it is inflamed and restrained. People have become deep and borrowed, and this Li Xuanyang obviously did not reach this step. Otherwise, he would not be able to see it at all. He couldn’t help but ridicule. At this time, it’s not a few words. The anger of the gas was raging, his eyes were red, and even a long sword hit the sword and rushed forward.

"Hey!"

This sword, like in the hall, summoned a fire dragon, swaying the void, and wanting to walk through the chest and abdomen!

"Sure enough, it is the successor of Song Guichan. The old monsters of Chunyang Road have spent countless efforts to cultivate them. At a young age, they have reached the realm of Jindan's later period. This sword is even more purely flamboyant. The essence, growing up, is also a personal thing..."

There is no such thing as a monk around, and naturally I can see through this one at a glance, and I can’t help but admire.

In the hall, some people have faintly raised interest, but I want to see what the result is.

In the identity of the party, winning this one is not very glory, and if it is lost, even if only lose one stroke, then there is no face to be a man.

In the face of this Li Xuanyang's violent sword, Fang Xing is still only carrying his hands, and he does not even look at it.

Watching Li Xuanyang's sword has already stabbed his chest, and even the eyes have smashed the murder, and Fang Xing has still not moved.

However, one person behind him has moved, not right, it is a trip!

That one green scorpion, wearing a silver armor, four hooves on the golden light of the fire clouds, "嗖" rushed from behind the side of the line, his head turned, buttocks against Li Xuanyang, and the two heels "call" When I slammed out, the strength was strong, and I didn’t lose a hit in the realm of Jin Dan’s realm. For almost a moment, I squatted on Li Xuanyang’s chest and straightened the young boy. The genius of the chest bones shattered and I don’t know how many roots. When I snorted, I flew straight out, and the sword in my hand slammed into the ground.

"Hey, what kind of people want to challenge my master?"

The green mouth spit out people’s words and was extremely disdainful: "I want to see the true Buddha, let me go first!"

"Hey..."

In the middle of the hall, there was a mess, and I wonder how many people were shocked!

The successor of the pure Yangdao Shenzi Songgui Zen was actually kicked by a donkey?

This is not the shape of his mother's nephew...

Some people have no words to think of, what does this scorpion call the devil head?

Could it be that this devil has actually taken a donkey to be an apprentice?

"The gangster, doing a good job!"

At the time of the horror of the repairs, Fang Xing shot his head and took a look of my heart.

"Hey... I’m a master, you taught..."

The fierce flames of the head were collected, and the head was swaying in front of the square line like a pug...

The appearance of this deputy teacher, Ci Shixiao, is really disgusting...

"Fang Daoyou received a good apprentice..."

A woman’s voice faintly sounded, but it was a tea tea fairy. When Li Xuanyang was flying by the green scorpion, she took the boy, but Li Xuanyang’s glimpse of him was actually a scorpion. I fainted in the past, and the tea tea fairy is a goddess of the Yin Ling Tao. The ally of pure Yang Road is not angry at this time, but it is only a faint question...

"Wow, haha, okay, this disciple is very filial..."

Fangxing made a haha, but he said to the tea tea fairy: "You have helped me before, it is very personal..."

The tea tea fairy also said: "No defense, I don't like this one. Next time you look for opportunities to clean up him..."

The party line is a little speechless, and I have a look at the tea tea fairy. I wonder if she just did not stop this Li Xuanyang from shooting for herself!

"Oh, is there anyone else who has any opinions on the things I want to do?"

Fang Fang once again turned to the classroom to sweep through the past, and the fierce **** asked.

This time, no one spoke up, and his skills were unsatisfactory. Seeing that his youngsters were so extraordinary, the group of demons and ghosts that followed him were not like good people, and they dared to be light. Offend him, but if you have the ability, you will be self-respecting, and you will not jump out and be embarrassed with no complaints. After all, there are not many people who don’t want to be good in this world...

If there are still people who doubt that the bank is eligible to enter the forum, then no one is doubtful.

Qing Xuan kicked Li Xuanyang, and in fact he was on the squad, and now the momentum has risen.

However, there are quite a few people who, after hearing the words of the party, have sneaked into the Fusu son on the high platform.

Those who try to mix the water and fish to get more benefits, can not understand, where the party seems to be asking General Hung Hom, in the question hall, in fact, the head of the gun is the legendary with him as Yuan The family's Fusu son, Yuan, does not speak?

After all, he had ten big mountains in hand before, but he was taken over by Yuan Jia!

In this slightly awkward atmosphere, Fusu Gongzi did not lift his eyebrows. After a long while, he faintly opened a pair of scorpions, lazily sweeping over the side, and then gently pulled out the hand. , said: "You go out first, I will find you later!"

That looks like an adult is catching a bad child!

"My brother, I am just saying it, I can’t tell you, I don’t go anywhere!"

Fang Xing sneered, simply took two steps forward, looking at the generals of Hung Hom: "With my military skills, should there be a territory?"

General Hung Hom’s answer was: "That!"

The party immediately recovered: "What about my territory?"

General Hung Hom replied faster: "I am not in my hands anyway!"

Fang Fang directly yelled: "Which is the bastard?"

General Hung Hom turned to look at Fusu Gongzi, and smiled a bit, sat down and drank, not answering.

Fang Fang laughed and nodded. "Oh, it was in this... hand..."

The atmosphere between the scenes suddenly became incomparable... (to be continued.)