Chapter 1318： The friendship begins with the cutting robes

From the very beginning, Fang Fang felt that Lu Fengxian’s behavior was a bit strange!

The first place that made him feel strange was because Lu Fengxian actually broke his cloak with his own...

... Hemp, others don’t know, don’t you know?

This **** will not treat anyone as a friend at all, and of course he is not, then he still cuts a fart robe?

The second strange place is that at the beginning of the war, Lu Fengxian waved a glimpse, and he confronted each other with a magic sword. Both sides rushed toward each other. When he passed by, he looked straight into his own eyes and said it. The sentence: "In order to save my life to rely on the court? Oh, how can someone force you to slip into the slick into the court to save the life? Even if you are forced to a dead end, have to vote for the court, how is it possible? Is it really so dedicated to the gods?"

He listened to this sentence, his heart moved, and looked at Lu Fengxian.

This has changed his face, and his face is fierce, killing himself.

Looks like that, I really want to kill myself!

Fang Xing knew that if he was slightly distracted, he would really hesitate to himself!

So he also did his best to fight!

In this battle, they did not have a little bit of water and concessions. They all worked hard together, and they did not show their feelings.

The difference is that the party does not use the power of the body to rob the three forces, but only runs all the power of the body.

The little Wu Shen, Lu Fengxian, did not use the four terrible flags that were inserted behind him...

Fang Xing did not know what the banner was, but he felt the power to make himself scared!

However, this is the case, this battle also makes Fangxing very satisfied!

The battle with Lu Fengxian was much more beneficial to him than the battles of all opponents in the past few days.

What makes Fang Xingxin feel a little touched is the red robe in his hand!

The red robe, which was cut down by Lu Feng, was printed with a dense handwriting. As his fingers gently touched the top, the writings turned into a glimpse of the gods, and the silk entered. His knowledge of the sea has turned into a mysterious and profound verse, which resonates with his soul, his literary world, and even his source. It sounds like a big river, rolling eastward, and huge. The whales swayed across the sea, splashing a row of rows of turbulent waves, madly flocking to the endless gloom!

"Others believe that you are an enemy, I don't believe it!"

The last sentence on the red robe is not a scripture, but a brand of Lu Fengxian’s god.

"I didn't expect it, this bastard... there are still places that are not so annoying..."

Fang Xing held the robe horn with no empty objects on it, and he was so obsessed with it. He sat for a long time and his face showed a faint smile.

There was a slight sorrow in the smile, which was never seen on his face.

"You don't have to be sad, even if they don't understand you now, they will always be..."

Yao Chi Princess has been watching him quietly. He saw him like this. He thought that he was cut off by his friend. Some sad, he came over and grabbed his hand. He whispered comfortably, but he turned his head. I looked over at her, and the grief on my face disappeared without a trace. The smile grew thicker and thicker. After a long while, I laughed directly: "How can I be sad? I am too happy to come, haha, haha, this Wang Ba I am afraid of the egg and my mop, because I was not a friend with him..."

Laughing, laughing, but there is also a rare dignified color on the face, sighing and shaking his head, the sound is long after a heavy sound.

"However, from the time when he cut his robe, we are really married!"

This night, it soon passed.

Before the dawn, Zhu Xiu had already arrived at the fifth city of the Xianxian League, the only city.

Today's exclusive city is already full of people, I don't know how many monks came here, just to watch the battle. In the fourth city, the small Wushen Lu Fengxian and the devil head cut the robe to break the meaning, and then the legend of letting go of the big kill has spread throughout the night, becoming a pure land. On the first day, the two of them ended up on the first day, and they made countless people feel sorry. On the fifth day, they rushed to the exclusive city, just to see the result of this battle. .

When the sky is still not bright, the city outside the city is already crowded with people. Even some people are in the sky outside the city. With the help of the big array, a platform suspended in the air is built, which is more than a thousand feet wide and about a thousand feet high. Going, it is much higher than the highest building in the city. It is more crowded and more lively. It is more like a big city than the exclusive city next to it.

"Little Wushen! Xiaowu Shen! Xiaowu Shen!"

Seeing the sky and the big light, waiting for the repairs around the battle, I do not know how many shouted, such as the waves.

Everyone is looking forward to the appearance of the small Wushen Lu Fengxian, waiting for him to kill the party.

At this time, Fang Xing had already come out of the city. He did cooperate, and walked straight into the void. He walked over to the hanging raft, sat down on his knees, meditated and meditated, waiting for Lu Feng to come in this piece. After one night, he also considered a lot, but some looked forward to the appearance of the sly, and he had a big gift for him, and he had to pay him a copy.

"Little Wushen! Xiaowu Shen! Xiaowu Shen..."

The appearance of the square line made the surrounding people more vocal. I don't know how many people are shouting the name of Lu Fengxian.

However, for a long time, the scene of the small Wushen who was expecting to cross the **** red bones did not appear. The sun has risen very high, and all the scorpions have shouted dumb. The little martial arts Lu Fengxian has not even revealed That part of the blood is strong, and slowly faded in this slightly embarrassing scene. Gradually, some people have begun to show an anxious color, looking around.

"How come Xiao Wu Shen hasn't come yet?"

"Is it a surprise?"

"With his ability, who can make him an accident?"

In a piece of discussion, someone finally whispered: "Is not... he fled and fled?"

All the people are silent, they don’t want to be rushed to the east, and they don’t want the heroes who can match the devil’s head in their minds, but they have become the tortoises who are afraid of the war. A few people began to guess in the wrong direction, and even some of the acute ones were smashing, and gradually formed a screaming sound, noisy.

"What little martial arts, because I have not won this demon head in a day, I will scare away from fighting?"

"Shame! It was intimidated by this devil, and it is not worthy of being called Xiaowu Shen!"

"Where did this son escape?"

A loud noise was getting louder and louder, and even the square on the sky couldn't help but open his eyes.

"Is this **** really not coming?"

He frowned, thinking for a long time, but his heart gradually relieved.

With Lu Fengxian’s temper, he liked to play tricks at first, and then he was completely frustrated. He began to completely abandon the way of conspiracy, but he also blamed. Since he started to break the law with the law, he is getting stronger and stronger. It completely exploits the potential of the natural warfare. Now he is completely different from the first sight. He almost becomes a monster full of muscles. Let him play the drama of the day, but he can say it, but let him second. The day went on to play, and it is estimated that he will not be able to play anymore!

Thinking about it, I think he is not coming normally.

Just listening to the bottom of the ring, those ghosts and sorrows began to scream at his voice, but my heart was a bit uncomfortable.

"After yesterday's World War, it was very smooth..."

Fang Xing had an idea in his heart, and the voice rang slowly: "But I can't win the Lu family, but he can't beat it. If you don't say seven days, it's seventy days. Winning and losing, this holy prince is somewhat puzzled, huh, huh, that Lu Jiazi is in the pure land, but it is also a Chinese origin, the plain of pure land is like a cloud, not lost to China, why I only saw a few in China The eyes of the people, but the pure land until now, even a decent master did not see? They are?"

The sound of the square line gradually rang, and all the arguments were suppressed, as if the thunder was swaying in the air.

"This holy prince has already suppressed the cultivation, and only uses the power of the Yuan Ying, no one in the pure land dares to fight me?"

"This holy prince promised today that only the martial arts should be used, no magical powers, no one in the pure land would dare to fight me?"

"This holy prince has been in battle for four days, never shackled, no one in the pure land dares to fight me?"

This series of words can be compared to the sword, I do not know how many people's faces have been cut off, and succeeded in arousing public anger.

Nowadays, it has become more and more intrinsic, and it has been close to the territory of the Pure Land of the ancients. Under the cult of the war, I don’t know how many masters of the Pure Land have been hidden. I just wanted to see the small Wushen Lu Fengxian and the devil head. As a result of this war, if Xiaowu Shen won, even if he lost, relying on his ability, he must have consumed a lot of deeds. At that time, he just happened to be himself. It’s easy to pack up the powerful devil’s head, and become famous!

However, the absence of Xiaowu Shen has made all of their plans unsuccessful.

Most of the anger under the ring is that they are upset after they are upset. It is really irritating.

Adding the words above, the words are so plucked, the spearheads point to the Pure Land, and they make them feel hot on the face.

In particular, some people saw the ugly face of the ancient crane on the head of the city. After waving the hand gently, they could not sit still.

"Devil's head, Ann dare to laugh at my pure land? The old man is coming to fight you!"

With a burst of anger, there was a sudden shape in the bottom line. It was an old man wearing a purple robe. He had already recognized it. He was a great elder of the Hundred Eyes, and he was superb, hundreds. Years ago, he was a high-ranking person, but he did not expect him to be in this position. He even jumped out at this time. After the accidental loss of Xiaowu Shen, he became the first person to challenge this devil.

"I have long wanted to teach the devil's ability to do things, today is the meeting!"

Another person jumped into the ring, and looked gloomy, but someone recognized that the name of the person called the dragon, but a family of gods.

In the ranks of the younger generation of the ancients, this person was ranked in the top three, and even above the northern monk of the North Mongzu.

Both of them are masters who can't be underestimated. Their fame is not much weaker than Xiaowu.

However, after looking down at them, Fang Dan took back his faint gaze and whispered: "What else is coming?"

After a meal, he added another sentence: "Come together!" (To be continued.)