Chapter 112： Gold husk

Meng Zhongguang glanced, his eyes were extremely light and lightly shaved on Xu Xing’s face, shaving Xu’s scalp cold.

Immediately, he laughed. It was a cold and surprising smile. The neat and beautiful little white teeth were cold and cold: "Nine lights, you are less provocative and my brother."

When I saw my brother, Jiuzhi’s heart was filled with long-lost tenderness, but when he saw Meng Zhongguang, he was poured a cold water into his heart, and calmed down with his mind.

He only wants to die under the sword of the brothers. However, for Meng Zhongguang, he is eager to make a heart and never want to be the soul in his hands.

The wish of Jiuzhi Deng’s life has never been all over. He does not want to die even if he is dead.

“Provocative?” In the face of Meng Zhongguang, he can always be awkward and unscrupulous. “When the brothers meet with me for a long time, they don’t do it to me. What do you know?”

Meng Zhongguang replied in abundance: "The brothers are just old, and you have to be self-satisfied."

Jiuzhi Lan said: "The brothers are old-fashioned. I have been with him for 13 years, and I can't compare with you and him alone for only three or two years."

Xu Xing's face is green: "Nine lights!"

The Jiuzhi lamp was very quiet. Just staring at him, he saw Xu Xingzhi without saying anything, because he said nothing, the word is real.

Meng Zhongguang’s face bitten his lips in vain, but it was a sign of anger and anger: “You are coercing your brother, and you still have a face to say!”

The more the glory of Meng Zhongguang is, the more calm the nine lights are, the more calm smiles on the cold face: "The brothers have not been infected for the thirteen years, happiness and well-being. If it is not a cross-section, I will continue with him. Go on."

He smiled slightly and leaned forward, as if to tell the secret what to say to Meng Zhongguang: "... Yes, there is a small mole in the left leg of the brother, can you know?"

He was known as Xu Sanqiu when he was a child of his own system, but one of Xu Xing knew it would be bad.

The deep pool in Meng Zhongguang’s eyes suddenly blew a hole. The hate and the Jianmang broke out together. The Jiuzhi lamp was also prepared for prevention. The body was leaning forward to find the point of force. Xu Xingzhi’s eyes flashed in front of him. After that, the two have already met each other.

The swords edged together, like the two tsunami tsunami waves, the long-stained iron scorpion smell in the sword was wrestled, swelled, and both eyes were stained with the color of maple frost.

In the night sky, the two figures were star-shaped and splattered with gold-red sparks. Both sides quickly went crazy, and even Xu Xingzhi was excluded from the battle.

Meng Zhongguang has always been lazy, and he can sleep in the head of a sword in the afternoon. When he is in the middle of the day, he only learns the style of Fengling swordsmanship. When he meets with the sword, he becomes an indulgent wilderness. The road, a sword can be played by him inexhaustible tricks; and he is the most standard style of Fengling swordsmanship, stereotyped and rigorous even if Guangfu Jun also pick no mistakes.

The sword road is indifferent, as long as it is practical, but what makes Xu Xing surprised is that Jiuzhi Lan can compete with Meng Zhongguang.

But after careful consideration, it is not difficult to figure out.

In front of him, he was the one who played the sword against Meng Zhongguang. After all, he was the most hard-working teenager among the four gates. He burned his sorrow and stayed up late, and he had already developed a habit, even in the thirteen years of sitting here. Day and night.

Such a fierce sword and sword is also a silent and silent game. The two are not screaming, but they are dedicated to the other side.

Meng Zhongguang always fights and does not follow the rules. After a hundred strokes, he has two shadows and a hedge with his sword. The entity is like a flexible snake. After shaking his head and moving to the nine lights, he reaches for his hair. Suddenly he was taken to the main pillar of the Tianchuan.

With a bang, the pillars fell.

However, Meng Zhongguang has not yet revealed his color. In the dusty fog, a figure of a messy figure flies out. A flat wave, a dragonfly, and Meng Zhongguang’s sword fluttering in a cross.

In the light of the nine branches, the red light bursts, the mouth is bloody, and the force of pouring the mountains and the sea is slamming down the door of Meng Zhongguang!

However, the sword fell to half, his head was different, and the instinct flashed back. Xu Xingzhi’s hand grabbed Meng Zhongguang’s sword from the air and suddenly fell. The sword wind swept past the first three inches of his nose.

With the cooperation of Xu Xing, Meng Zhongguang immediately launched a palm in front of him, wrapped in a sharp piece of stone that was still flying in the air, just above the softness.

That palm Meng Zhongguang felt that he should be hit, but when he looked up, he saw the nine branches of light standing on the ruins not far away. Although the jade crown had fallen off, the figure was still tall and straight. Such as loose as snow, light and light.

Meng Zhongguang was so annoyed that he was so big.

Xu Xingzhi put the sword in one hand and threw it back to Meng Zhongguang: "How to teach you? Take the sword and take it steady."

Meng Zhongguang’s heart was full of smoldering fire, and he was stunned by the sentence, and his tears were all coming out. At this time, a **** fog fainted in the main hall without warning. The shadow of the tree shadow house under the moonlight is blurred and confused.

Meng Zhongguang's face changed, and a momentary step went up to cover Xu Xingzhi's mouth and nose: "Brothers are careful!"

Waiting for the wing to protect Xu Xingzhi, Meng Zhongguang only waved his sleeves, and the blood fog was driven by his strong spiritual power. If he gathered in an instant, he would immediately disperse. Only the grass leaves were covered with thick and full blood. Dew, in the blink of an eye, also became exhausted.

Lu Yujiu, Zhou Beinan and Zhongqing Lianggu disciples have long been chasing the magic road, and together with the nine lights, Meng Zhongguang and Xu Xingzhi, there is no one to dare to approach this **** area, so the Great Hall Only three people were opposed before.

When Meng Zhongguang fixed his eyes on it, the nine lights on the ruins had already disappeared.

He was so anxious that he almost vomited blood. For a time, he even forgot to wear a weak face in front of Xu Xing. He shouted: "If you can't beat it, you can't shame!"

"Not what he did." Xu Xingzhi, "...this is a blood trick."

Xu Xingzhi did not say anything. Just as soon as he opened his mouth, Meng Zhongguang suddenly turned his head and stared at him.

The eyes of Meng Zhongguang’s eyes are looming, and the rabbit looks red. "Brother, thirteen years, what happened?"

Xu Xingzhi: "..."

In the next moment, Meng Zhongguang sucked his nose and a transparent thin light appeared in his eyes: "And your embarrassment, how can he know?!"

Xu Xingzhi licked his mouth and had a headache.

This sudden blood fog technique lifted his heart. He only knew that Sichuan was a magic sword, but if there was a blood sect that was good at poisoning in Sichuan, the trouble would be insignificant: "Don’t worry about the nine lights. We went to the island to inspect a circle to see if there were any other blood sects. If the people just wanted to save the nine lights, he fled and fled, and it was greatly beneficial to us."

Meng Zhongguang refused to move, and stubbornly sprinkled and said: "I want to go to Fengling! He dares to touch his brother, I have to dig up his internal organs! I-"

Having said that, Meng Zhongguang finally remembered the image of the weak and deceivable white rabbit that he had been painstakingly kept in front of Xu Xingzhi. He was stirred up by the nine lights, fearing that there is nothing left, and the mind is not controlled again. The ground echoed with the nine-spotted lamp full of ridiculous words, angry and anxious, staring at Xu Xingzhi, tears rushed down, and lived like a kid who was robbed of candy: "Brothers and sisters -"

Xu Xingzhi was so sad that he couldn't help himself. He held his pretty face and took a sigh of his heart: "...cry, don't cry?"

After a kiss, Meng Zhongguang’s sobs suddenly fell.

He kissed the delicate nose again: "Cry and cry?"

Meng Zhongguang twitched and didn't talk, still screaming, the eyelashes hang down like grass, and there were a few drops of tears swaying on it, and his eyes were thicker: "Brother, you and the nine lights... ..."

Xu Xingzhi hugged his little temper younger brother, and he had secretly decided in his heart: "... Let's go to Beinan and Xiaolu first, but good? After Ying Tianchuan is cleared, I will explain it to you. Everything is explained to you."

"..."

Meng Zhongguang did not deny that he accepted the proposal.

The Jiuzhi lamp industry has disappeared, and Xu Xingzhi breathed a sigh of relief. He barely calmed down the turmoil in the blood. He just turned around and wanted to see how their battles were in Zhoubeinan. The wooden hand was carefully watched by Meng Zhongguang.

"Senior brother, I have to leave me for a moment." Meng Zhongguang whispered with a crying cry. "I have to be with my brother for thirteen years, only you and me for thirteen years."

"How is thirteen years?" Xu Xingzhi took him forward and smiled warmly. "Thirteen years, one hundred and thirty years, one thousand three hundred years... If I am a tree, I only recognize you." Root vines."

Above the sea that swept the waves, a circle of blood was coming out, and two figures gradually emerged from it.

When the young man in the gray robe stood firm, he went to the Jiuzhi lamp and bowed down: "Sun Yuanzhou protects the mountain owner late, please the mountain owner to sin."

Sun Yuanzhou is still the young and gentleman of the sage, following the loyalty of the former lord Yin Yiping, and assisting with it. Follow the Jiuzhi lamp. It is like a mountain. It is just a mountain, but the blood condensed on the face because of driving spiritual power. If the pattern is not scattered, if ordinary people look at him, they will think that they have seen a tragic book ghost.

The nine lights seemed to be a little tired, standing not as straight as before, and the shoulders fell slightly down: "...you come alone?"

Sun Yuanzhou said: "Yes."

The cold fireworks that Xu Xingzhi fired not only attracted the attention of Ying Tianchuan, but also attracted the attention of the red ancestors who worked in the vicinity.

It was a little late when the line was handed over to Sun Yuanzhou. He had no time to count his disciples and had to come alone to save.

Fortunately, the three men in front of the temple were fighting together, and no one was aware of Sun Yuanzhou secretly stalking to the main hall.

Listening to him briefly and succinctly said the cause and effect, Jiuzhi lamp restraint nodded: "Thank you."

The Jiuzhi lamp rarely praises people. Sun Yuanzhou can't help but be flattered, but he has already indicated everything with his actions. He will not express his heartfelt heartfelt feelings at this critical juncture: "Samsung, should Tianchuan still be protected?"

The nine branches of the lamp lowered their eyes and seemed to be ignorant: "I can't keep it."

Sun Yuanzhou cherished the moment for the Jiuzhi lamp, and comforted: "The mountain owner, nothing. There are two places in Danyang and Fengling. When I go back, I will gather the four disciples of the magical path and gather the mountain defense."

Jiuzhi Deng Pingsheng answered: "Go back to Fengling. I will arrange it."

Sun Yuanzhou condensed his eyebrows. He felt that today's nine lights are not the same as in the past. However, there are different differences. He said that he was not clear and he nodded.

Jiuzhi Lan raised his hand and summoned the sword. One step fell on it, and it seemed to think of something like it. "After returning to the wind, call a team of disciples to send it to the wild, and see Wen Xuechen there." He is, whether it is alive...what is it, bring him back."

The last disciple of the rebellious Demon in Sichuan, wiped his neck when he turned the white belly in the east, and the remaining disciples consciously went to the scene and threw their swords to surrender.

Zhou Beinan was not interested in the life and death of the captives. After driving them into a house for temporary imprisonment, Xu Xingzhi came around and talked with them kindly: "If you waste your skill, let you go out of Sichuan, is this good?"

Xu Xingzhi, who smiles and smiles, wins this group of people, and after meditation on the cross-legged battle, he turns the fan out of the temple of the lowering of the capricorn, facing the magnificent sea level, raising his hand to draw a magical symbol.

That is a spiritual letter.

He cleared his throat and smiled at the spirit: "...Quchi, Awang, Ruyi. Come on, we have another home."