Chapter 297： Punch

In the main building of Feiyingbao, there are dozens of characters in the top of the pillars, and everyone’s face is blue and green, and their hearts are gray.

The master of the fortress, Xiangyang, couldn’t think of it. The Taipingshan Xianshi, who was hired by the friends of the world, was the real culprit.

In the corner around the lobby, there are four braziers, and the cypress branches in it are already burned out. The former master said that this main building is a key place for those evil demons, so they must gather people, gather here, then He used the law of the court, supplemented by the Taiping Mountain, the singularity of the Taiping Mountain, and the sorcerer's sorcerer's sorrow.

He also said that only if he determined the safety of the main building, he would go out alone, demon and demon, for the heavens.

Flying Eagle Castle certainly has no objection.

The black clouds outside the top, people feel chest tightness and nausea, obviously met with the real demon swearing, they fly a group of rivers and lakes, for the family to survive, go to the enemy to raise the knife, even if it meets the incense country The devil is a hero, and he is naturally obliged to die.

But they have to go to the feminine ghosts, it is really thinking that the scalp is numb, can not help but be frightened, a yang is weak.

Xiangyang did not completely trust the Taipingshan Xianshi before, even if this person is a fairy-skinned bone, it seems to be a world-famous celestial being, and it is a matchmaking line between the world's best friends. Liyang still dare not take it lightly. This is the heart that the rivers and lakes must have. Therefore, when the man walked in the streets and lanes, he specially let the old manager He Ya take the road in the name of taking the road. At that time, the pines and cypresses ignited, and the fragrance was fragrant.

Although He Ya is a coincidence, the rough channel method, it is not allowed to be a master, but in the early years, he will follow the old man and go to the north and the north. It is also a well-informed old river and lake. The means of determining the fairy teacher is the number of the fairy roads. It’s just like taking a flight to the Eagle Fort, which is a complete reassurance.

So before half an hour, the white fairy teacher, holding the dust in one hand, and writing the pen in one hand, wrote a piece of the book on the pillar of Nanmu in the lobby, which was flowing and pleasing to the eye.

He Ya, who is the teacher of Feiyingbao, even accompanied him and took the initiative to hold the box of brightly colored cinnabar for the immortal.

When the old master, He Yazhen, sat on a chair, his eyes were cracked, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and he stared at the white man standing between Fuyang and his wife. He wished to drink his blood and eat his flesh.

The old man of his age has long been fascinated by the world, and he has no children. Every day he lives, God is extravagant, and what is the fear of death? However, He Ya could not imagine what he had to face the ancestral ancestors of the ancestors after his death.

Most of the people in the lobby are seated, most of them are the old people of Feiyingbao, who have reached the age, and the roads that were killed in the same year, most of them suffered from the burden of hardship, blood and blood, and inhaled the pine cones that were born in the fire basin. After the smog, each face was black and blue, and the limbs were twitching. I am afraid that if the white man does not need to do it, he will die.

The younger children without seats, standing behind the predecessors of the houses, often martial arts are not high, one by one on the ground, repaired as a better seedlings, can sit cross-legged, meditate, try to keep yourself awake.

The tall white man is still holding the handle of the white snow, but a hand gently presses the shoulder of the owner, Xiangyang, and smiles: "The bunker does not need to blame himself, feel that he is leading the wolf into the room, I am counting on the Eagle Fort. However, I am thinking about saving some strength. I really want to kill them. You are a martial arts hero. You still can’t escape death. You have been working hard for decades, and you have no heart, or are you on the mountain. Who are you dead?”

The lady next to Fuyang, her body trembled, above the lobby, her face was different, it should not be poisoned by the smog of the court, but she was already scared to death, after all, she was just a flying eagle The native-born woman, who likes to be quiet and not happy, except for the occasional spring and autumn tour, has never walked out of the Eagle Fortress for hundreds of miles in this life. Where can it withstand this kind of storm?

The tall man raised his hand from the shoulder of Fuyang and screwed the woman's cheek. The movement was soft and full of love and pity.

It is not the kind of sinister eyes of a man, but a craftsman who is looking at a work that is most proud of his life.

He reluctantly retracted his hand and smiled. "Fortunately, that inexplicable fight, there is no such thing as a flying eagle. Once you have a glimpse of this plan, then we can really lose our blood. In fact, according to the previous plan. You can still enjoy the half-year of peace, but my family is really afraid of the fellow monks who killed and killed the students. If you get the attention of Fu Zongzong again, how is it good? So I received a secret letter. , I immediately rushed."

No one can speak at the lobby, so the immortal teacher feels somewhat boring, no one is addicted, and it is somewhat insufficiency.

The tall man looked at everyone in the room and sneered: "Are you lucky? I think that the old Taoist and the priests can save you? I urge you to die this heart, a five-day scum, I will not kill him. It’s all he’s lucky. The reason why he keeps him is nothing more than the aura of the mentor and the disciples, and some icing on the cake.”

He regretted it a bit. He knew that, in those pine branches, he should not put so many secret medicines. The dumbness of a house is not even a sentence. Not to mention the gimmick, it is too boring.

Taking advantage of the master's resignation, and the overall situation has been set, he wants this fun, look around, and finally his eyes stay on a woman who is lucky enough to resist drugs, can't really see it beforehand, such a feminine woman, It is still a hidden Wuwu Wufu, and it is not easy for a woman to have this martial art.

He slowly moved forward, crouched down and pinched her chin, and the woman looked firm and looked sharp.

He smiled a little, took a delicate porcelain bottle from the sleeves, turned his head, and saw a teenager who looked like a woman. He was weak, had fallen to the ground, twitched his limbs, rolled his eyes, and spit. White foam, life soon.

The man’s eyes are bright, and it’s a bit interesting. Some of the qualifications for the monasticism are lost to the third-rate sect. Maybe it’s a rumored disciple. If you have nothing to do, then you can help him with the boat. This kid is not successful. Whether you can live to become a foreigner disciple of your own teacher, you can see his creation.

Only before this, juveniles, whether they are born or dead, have a good blessing to be absorbed. As for the rest of the lobby, they must be feasting.

The man who pretended to be a monk of the Taipingshan, held out his finger against the young man's eyebrows, and then took it with him, brought out a stinking green smog, condensed into a ball, gently pointed, and the smoke disappeared in the lobby. in.

The Qingxiu teenager immediately woke up, just about to say something, he was shot into the mouth by a man with a vermilion.

He threw the boy into the middle of the lobby, and then swayed the dust, dispelling the pure instinct of the woman's body to resist the poisonous fog of the pine and cypress, and then moved her to the side of the boy.

The man smiled and said: "You, appreciate it."

The teenager was flushed, his body curled up, and his body trembled. When he saw the woman, his eyes gradually heated up and slowly climbed towards her.

The man shouted: "We are swearing at these evil gates. It is better than the sectarian sects who are steady and step by step. Some methods of thinking, not only can the sword go astray, but also contrary to worldly etiquette. The most hateful is The final achievement is limited, and even the threshold of Jin Dan is touched."

Speaking of this, the man hated and hated, and then smiled and smiled at the boy: "But don't look down on the sea and the gantry, the little guy, you have eaten my wonderful Nan Kedan, you Now that my mind is lax, it is a rare feeling of feathering, but the seven emotions and desires in my heart will be infinitely magnified. This is also the secret of our teacher’s door. As for what kind of desire, Nan Kedan has one. One correspondence, the one I rewarded for you, the most expensive, you don't waste it. Just keep a clear line from beginning to end, only during the period of enjoyment, when you finally survive, I will accept you as a disciple. Your road to practice in the early stage will surely be smooth all the way, and it will be possible to be in the middle of the five worlds."

The woman panicked, but the body could not move, and finally showed a trace of despair and fear.

The man confuses the boy with the heart: "Reassure, everyone in the lobby will die, so you don't have to worry about anything, the ruthlessness of heaven, the good and evil of the practice..."

The tall man’s heart shook, and suddenly he raised his head and clenched the dust, as if he was an enemy.

I saw the beam above, and some people yawned and yawned. He looked down at the evil monk, took out the bamboo fan from the sleeve, and slightly fanned it. "You are bored, so you like to talk to yourself?"

It is Land Taiwan.

The man narrowed his eyes. "This friend, you and the boy who is behind the sword, this time is passing by to watch a movie, or is it a bad guy? Or, in the mountains outside the Eagle Fort, you two are exactly Chinese?"

Lu Tai squinted at the boy who was stunned by the eyes, and issued a series of sly screams. He said: "Do you think that everything is blamed on the harmful medicine? I can tell you the truth, you are now passionate. At least 30% to 40%, it’s your own heart. You, no wonder, you will be seen by this guy because it’s not a good thing.”

The one hand almost touched the woman's knees and began to struggle. The inner heart and the body were like this, so the seven sputum bleeding, but it was black blood, **** face, rolling around.

The tall man was indifferent, but it was a pity that the medicinal medicine was broken by the "great gentleman".

If the teenager didn't have someone to help him break through the window paper, he could walk to the black road. In fact, it was a way out. It was really possible to become a man's disciple and embark on the road of practice.

Lutai looks indifferent, and his fingers are close together, and they are gently stroked from top to bottom.

The singular flying sword named the tip of the needle broke out and went straight to the boy who was suffering.

The woman squirted a blood and shouted to the land: "Don't!"

The tip of the sword is only one inch away from the tip of the juvenile neck, and suddenly stops.

Lu Tai looked at the woman with tears in her face and said, "It will be easier for him to die. If he is alive today, he will kill you, and then break into the magic again, or he will be in the next few years. Give others the words to live and kill themselves."

The woman only shook her head and repeated the whisper: "I don't want to kill him, please don't kill him..."

The man held the dust and smiled and asked: "I am very curious, how did you quietly break into this battle?"

Lutai held a fan and held it on the beam. He said with a smile: "When it comes to the law, it is more powerful than my family's ancestors. It seems that it is not yet. You are angry?"

The man laughed, but the laughter stopped abruptly, and the body shape began to twirling. The snow and white dust engraved with the word "going to worry" in the hand, the wind and thunder in the air, every time you waved the dust, There will be a thread made of a certain kind of Yamazawa animal beast, which will be detached from the dust and lasing to the land of the head beam.

In the middle of the sky, the silk thread becomes a white snake with a thick arm. It has a pair of wings, and the body is chilly.

For those dozens of white snakes, Lutai simply ignored it, slammed the bamboo fan, began to use it as a brush, and wrote a picture on the beam. Under the "pen tip" at the top of the bamboo fan, there were continually simple silver texts and patterns. The rushing out, and then those characters like living things, began to flow along the beams, pillars, and the ground, immersed in the original sacred plaques, covered one by one.

Take the lead.

And the silk snake that leaves the dusty silk, as long as it is close to the two feet of Lutai, will be turned into powder.

The man couldn’t see what this is, and this is the most terrible place.

But something terrible than this happened. The green-shirted man who looks better than a woman, she vented her open-air machine and smiled and said: "I have arranged a small array around me. There are often holes in the heavens, and I can ban all outsiders. The method of self-centeredness as a saint is very powerful when you listen to it?"

The man’s heart stirred up, hesitated a bit, or stopped his hands on the dust, and put it on his arm. “This fairy teacher, not only has a long history of learning, but also a skill, a great power, I admire! As long as the immortal is willing to exalt your hands, I am with Shizun is willing to come up with enough sincerity. For example, all the secrets of Feiyingbao are owned by two immortals. I can also arbitrarily take the initiative to make a payment in private, and then go back and ask the teacher to ask for a fine. Spirit, what about the immortal teacher?"

Lu Tai answered the question, "Your master is the realm of Jin Dan?"

The man smiled and nodded. "To be sincere, I am willing to report to the Master, who is the first to kill the two monks of the Taiping Mountain..."

Lutai hurriedly waved: "Hold and stop, you are too sinister!"

The man looks innocent. "Why does the fairy teacher say this?"

Lutai sighed. "A small Jin Danye repair of Tongyezhou was moved out of the sea by your fox, and you can't scare me, but I can laugh at me, you almost have to smash."

Then Lutai began to laugh.

Of course, behind the scenes, the master is not really Jindan repair, but also said.

The man's face is gloomy.

His mother had a pit in her head.

The key is that this guy who is not male or female, the road is still thief deep, the bottom is not the bottom.

Lutai converges on the smile, but also wipes the corners of the eyes. It seems to be really joyful. "Apart from your mentoring, is there a high-powered ally in addition to the ghost baby?"

The man’s heart was shocked, and he smiled bitterly: “This is a big way of doing things. The people in the mountains feel that they are far away from the Fusong sect. It’s far away, but in your eyes, it’s not too far. You think there are only two people who dare to lay down. With such a big game? Can you control this plan?"

Lutai sighed. "It seems that your mentor and apprentice want to eat alone."

The man’s face is calm and calm, and his heart has long been a mother.

Lutai teased: "Is it very embarrassing, I want to pay, you can't afford it, but we killed and killed two of our foreigners, and it may have been bad for decades of hard work?"

Being said to be broken, the man’s face was murderous. "You really want to get involved in the end, not afraid of jade burning?!"

The man is angry and angry. "As you said, my master and I can't give you two rich benefits. But then, what are the benefits? You are the one who loves me." Made up, the only one under the sun, not to mention the ghost baby has already recognized the Lord, retreat 10,000 steps to say, give you the luck to take away, raise a living?!"

Lutai flipped the bamboo fan and tapped the beam with the tail end. It was very casual and comfortable. "I still don't want to do something good and good."

The man is almost mad and his lips are shaking. If the woman who is not a ghost is on the spot, a little damage will affect the growth of the ghost baby. It will destroy the century-old plan of the future. If it is not all kinds of concerns, he is really I want to do my best and fight this guy.

Lutai fires on the oil: "Is it not boring now? How can I thank me?"

This time, the man’s turn became a face-lifting, no better than the Flying Eagles who had the sinister secret technique.

Lutai suddenly lost the interest of chatting, put away the bamboo fan, poured a grain of snow white Dan pills from the sleeves in the palm of his hand, and then thrown into the brazier burning pines and cypresses, the whisky man did not want to block, but the exaggerated The huge flying sword appeared again, falling from the sky again and again. After falling into the ground, it emerged from the air and it was difficult to dodge.

After that, the real murder disappeared.

The whisk man almost sneaked in, screaming, and the dust only left the "no worries" long handle, and all the white silk threads fell off, turning into countless white snakes with wings, quickly spinning, creaking, piercing the eardrum, densely numb Keep him in the middle.

The man touched his cheek and was cut out of a deep visible bone trough. If he didn't turn his head fast enough, he would have to be pierced by a sword.

Two swords of life!

Also proficient in the array!

And big words, claiming to be a family school, the world is unparalleled!

Lutai laughed and said, "If you vote for the net, you can't blame others."

Above the big pillars, the silver runes shine, then pull each other and weave a hall into a net.

The fishing line of this fishing net is exactly those words and patterns that are suspended.

In the fishing net, in addition to the man who accidentally painted the ground, there are also the tip of the land and the two swords of the Maiman.

Lutai floated from the beam, no longer paying attention to the cage, heading for the bloodless owner of the Lord, the woman's eyes were devoid of sweat, and the seat position also gave off a light smell.

Passing through the woman in the middle of the lobby, the woman who sneaked into the four-faced Wufu was able to hold her hands and feet freely, holding the boy with a dull look and a dull face in her arms.

After the land platform threw the beads into the brazier, it raised a burst of white-dust, dissipated the four sides, and was inhaled by the Feiyingbao family. The gradual recovery of the ruddy complexion, but everyone is innocent, but the soul is depleted. Big, broken Yangshou, is inevitable.

The woman suddenly turned her head and asked the back of the landing on the ground. "Why are you saying those words, you are also the culprit!"

Lutai turned his head and looked at her. He smiled and asked: "Or else I will kill you two now, one hundred, and no worries?"

The woman, holding the boy, quickly lowered her head and did not dare to look at the land.

Lu Tai walked to the front of the owner's wife, and after bending her hands, she looked at her. "Your life is almost empty. How can it be a death? Now it depends on whether you choose to die or be harmed by people." It is."

In Lu Tai’s eyes, the woman’s seemingly beautiful face has long been fragmented, sloping and sloping, infiltrating the black and dead air, and the eyes of the sleek and sleek eyes are very dark.

The pampered woman was ignorant and did not respond.

Lu Tai smiled and said: "Don't pretend. I know that you are returning to the soul, and now you are back to the light, and you have the spirit to make your own choices. I will respect your wishes. If you are half-mustle, you will not be there. By myself, I will not be polite to you at the time."

Liyang was about to get up and talk, and she was swayed by Lutai, and immediately banned five senses. For example, a sly, sitting on the ground, but the eyes are full of pain and pleading.

The woman slowly raised her head and murmured: "Can you not die?"

Lu Tai sighed, and for a time it was completely speechless.

Silence for a long time, Lutai turned to face the door, leaning against the chair where the woman was sitting, softly said: "Let's live a little longer."

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Outside the main building of the Eagle Fort.

The old man looked at the roosters who ate rice and drink clear springs.

Today, Chang Yushu also happened to be with the Taoist Huang Shang and Tao Xieyang, because the two brothers and sisters, do not want to hide in the main building, the "comfort nest", do not want to hide under the wing of the "Tai Ping Shan Xian Shi", Since the old man is still walking outside, their brothers and sisters are thinking about fighting for help.

The old man looked up and looked at the black cloud sea that was constantly pressing down. When he gritted his teeth, he had to sacrifice the bottom of the box. He took out two large white bowls and one hand and turned to the brother and sister. "I want to borrow your two or two blood. In order to please move the two stone lions at the gate of your temple, this is the real house of your grandfather and the high-ranking people, and the real killer of Feiyingbao."

The old man raised his hands and said: "Hurry, then we rushed to the ancestral hall! It is impossible!"

Yan Changshu looked at each other and then he did not hesitate to cut the palm of his hand and flow into the white bowl of the old man.

The old man’s wrist turned over and the two white bowls disappeared out of thin air. “There may be ghosts and femininity blocking along the way. I may not be able to take care of you. The four of you are self-reliant and even help me clean the road. No one will help you when you die. Take the corpse, so go and don't go, you think about it now."

Two brothers and sisters, two friends, nodded at the same time.

The old man snorted, "Go!"

As the old man expected, hiding the lusts lurking in the various places of Feiyingbao, as if to understand the attempts of the old people, finally no longer Tibetan mastiffs, have poured out.

A white robe juvenile abruptly appeared on a roof, standing on a squatting squat, looking up, looking at the direction, it was the old man who jumped on the ridge and flew to the ancestral hall.

Chen Ping’s **** pointed at each other, and gently let go, silently said: "First day, fifteen!"

Two wiping swords lighted with two symbols, and rushed to the side of the temple, and instantly nailed the pagoda town to the two pillars.

On the pillars, two groups of golden light were blown up.

After that, two streams of light returned to Chen Ping’s side, and two yellow paper plaques were taken to the two roofs not far from the old people.

The last round trip, the first and fifteenth, and the two demon symbols that help the old man open the way.

Chen Pingan has used up all the town demon, and no longer cares about the movements in the temple.

Walking the rivers and lakes, demon and demon, life and death are all at your own risk.

It is so evil, and doing good is also true.

The black cloud above the head is about to be crushed.

As if the sky is low, people feel at your fingertips, and a few words in the market, you can alarm the immortal on that day.

Chen Ping looked up.

The rivers and lakes of Feiyingbao can't see the scene above the black clouds, he can see.

An unrecognized high-crowned old man, sitting cross-legged on a red futon, is thinking about the words, driving this black cloud sea that just covers the land of Feiyingbao, a little bit falling into the world. When the time is right, the old man will have to wash the Eagle Fort, take all the flesh and blood extracts, and feed the newborn baby who will break out of his mind.

Chen Pingan began to sip some water on the roof of the building, and his body shape flashed away. The speed was extremely fast. Because he wore a white robe, it was like stretching a snow white long rainbow.

He eventually landed on the school martial arts field of Feiyingbao, except for Chen Pingan, who was empty.

Chen Pingan gently rubbed his feet and took a deep breath.

With a slight knee on his knees, he slowly puts on an imposing ancient boxing.

The cloud is steamed.

Chen Pingan’s robes, the robes of the robes, are also showing their true feelings.

Golden robes, dragons wandering.

Chen Pingan closed his eyes, and the body was purely infuriating. With the 18-year-old sword running method, it ran fast, like the water of the river rushing into the sea.

Chen Pingan suddenly opened his eyes, lifted his foot and slammed his feet.

Not only did the whole school’s military field vibrate, but numerous weapons fell on the ground, and several nearby streets were almost dusty at the same time.

A fist is the first to hand out to the sky.

After that, it was handed out.

It’s a boxing frame with a steamed Ozawa style, but it’s a boxing, but it’s a god-like drum!

The old man of Cui, who is a bamboo house, has never taught Chen Ping’s boxing method.

Chen Pingan punches again and again, and he borrows his strength again and again.

The earth shook and rumbling, it was like a cow turning over.

The old man once realized that the cloud was steamed in the style of Daze. This fist was the first time in the world, and he hit the sky and the rain curtain retreats hundreds of feet, not dare to touch the world.

Chen Pingan didn't think too much, just wanting to roll the clouds at this moment, like the heavy rain curtains of the old man's head at the time, generally no two, before I punched, I rolled back to heaven!

Unconsciously, no one is in front of you.