Chapter 917： 0 Army

"The monk is really that good?" Li Ruolan said.

The patrol made martial arts not too strong, and dared to walk the world because the patrol made a wonderful work in the city, urging Daguangming to urge this miracle after the operation, the escape speed was extremely fast, and almost no one caught up.

However, this technique also has disadvantages. Sometimes it is too late, and it has been seriously injured. Like the last season of Brother Ji's trip in the big season, this technique will use vitality, and it will take a year and a half to recover.

If you know in advance the power of the good monk, once you run into it, you will urge the technique directly, and the good monk will be helpless.

Chu Li sighed: "He can avoid my flying knife."

Li Ruolan frowned.

Brother Zhao's own cultivation is not top-notch, but he hasn't recovered yet. All rely on the bright sword. Once the bright sword is restrained, it is equivalent to taking away his sharpest weapon, like a toothless tiger.

Chu Lidao said: "There is no invincible martial art in the world, so is the bright sword."

"Then you have to be careful." Li Ruolan solemnly ordered.

Chu Li smiled: "I'm not the only bright knife."

Li Ruolan shook his head.

He is now cowardly, and without the light knife, he would be inferior to himself, and could escape from the hands of the Supreme Master Monk. What a fluke!

She was a little bit scared at the thought of it: "Hurry up and resume it!"

Chu Li nodded.

The two passed through the North City Gate side by side, along the lively central avenue, to the city guard house in the center of the city.

Li Ruolan flashed his waist card and was quickly taken to the hall by the foreign director.

Someone in the hall was talking about Ji Xin and Zhou Jinchun.

"Who is outside, come in." A soft voice came from inside.

Chu Li's mind had long appeared in the hall.

There is a middle-aged man sitting in the Taishi chair of the north. He has gray hair, is not tall but he is burly, he is thick and handsome, his appearance is not handsome, rough and attractive, and he is laughing.

Ji Xin and Zhou Jinchun were sitting in the Taishi chair next to him, laughing together.

Li Ruolan and Chu left the hall.

Ji Xin and Zhou Jinchun saw the two and stood up in surprise: "Brother Zhao, you are back!"

Chu Li holds his fist.

Li Ruolan gave a gift: "I have seen the owner of Mo altar."

"Oh, Ruolan, you have worked hard this time, and here is waiting for your miracle." The middle-aged man laughed and looked at Chu Li: "This is Zhao Dahe?"

Li Ruolan turned his head to look at Chu Li, winking: "This is Mo Qianjun, the master of Mo altar, Mo Cuicui's father."

Chu Li hugged his fist calmly as usual: "I've seen the owner of Mo Altar!"

"Haha, Zhao Dahe, we are also considered to be a narrow road!" Mo Qianjun laughed: "You killed Qing Qing, I found someone to blame you, it was a draw, and I did n’t know each other!"

Chu Li held his fist, no expression.

Mo Qianjun's cultivation is profound, even better than Fang Qingyang.

If he still wonders before he joins the religion, he now understands that wanting to become a prince does require luck, and martial arts is the basic and sufficient credit.

Mo Qianjun, like this, is not enough for merit, but he cannot rise to the Fa. Even if his martial art is stronger than Fang Qingyang, it is useless.

The Guangming Holy Religion pays attention to the practical application of the world. The stronger the martial arts, the greater the work to be done, the greater the credit, the vain martial arts, the only disciples who do not go out to do things.

Anyone who can rise to the title of the altar is a master of worldly affairs and sophisticated means. It is reasonable to say that there is enough cultivation to become a king of law. Mo Qianjun's luck is bad and he is stuck.

He must have come to Luoqiu City to build meritorious service and impact the position of Fawang.

Chu Li saw what he thought, but he was more vigilant. He could restrain the hatred and greet him with a smile. This guy must be careful.

Zhou Jinchun said: "Master Mo Tan, this time if it wasn't for Brother Zhao's help, we wouldn't be able to get through. The swordsman palace and Haicang mountain have masters to stop us. In the end, even the masters of Zhuanlun Temple were dispatched. We really look down on us ! "

Mo Qianjun frowned, "Zunlun Temple?"

"Yes." Zhou Jinchun shook his head: "The monk in the red robe is not easy to mess with, the little fly is so scary. I almost cut off my head and lost the help of Brother Zhao. Brother Brother Zhao caught him in the back, so we can catch up come!"

"Which monk?" Mo Qianjun looked at Chu Li.

Li Ruolan said: "Very good."

Mo Qianjun's face gloomed down: "Extremely! Good!"

His face quickly became stiff, like a stone, glowing blue and extremely ugly.

"The master of Mo altar knows this kind monk?" Zhou Jinchun said, "Did you ever fight!"

"Hey, perfect!" Mo Qianjun shook his head.

Li Ruolan winked and motioned to Zhou Jinchun not to ask again.

Zhou Jinchun said busyly: "The master of the Mo altar, Ling Dan has already been delivered, and we will go back to life. What can the master of the altar have to explain?"

"Since it's here, don't hurry to go back." Mo Qianjun's face quickly recovered as usual, and his smile reappeared: "It's not too late to leave for two days!"

"The teaching staff is tense, I am afraid that there will be tasks to come down." Zhou Jinchun said.

Mo Qianjun said: "Not bad for the past two days, I have to entertain you, but it was raining in time, which has helped us a lot!"

Li Ruolan said: "Master Mo Tan, what is the situation in Luoqiu City?"

"It's okay." Mo Qianjun laughed. "I'm here with Master Lu. The other three cases have come with a few masters."

"Isn't they breaking up?" Li Ruolan frowned.

Mo Qianjun laughed and said, "When is it? How dare you break down!"

"That's good." Li Ruolan said with a light jaw: "Why didn't you see Sister Lu?"

"She was hurt a little." Mo Qianjun shook his head and smiled. "Go and see her, in the backyard."

He exclaimed, "Come here!"

A young girl in a blue shirt came in Yingying: "Altar master."

"Take them to see Miss Lu."

"Yes."

The blue shirt girl left with four people.

Mo Qianjun stared at Chu Li's back, thoughtfully.

Chu Li felt his gaze and restrained intent to kill. If he didn't feel keen, he wouldn't have felt the killing.

He turned to look at Mo Qianjun.

Mo Qianjun smiled and nodded.

Chu Li froze, turned back and followed the crowd.

Mo Qianjun's smile has been maintained, and has not disappeared because Chu Li disappeared.

Walking on the path paved with stones, surrounded by lush flowers and trees, Zhou Jinchun said excitedly: "Finally I can see the landing master!"

Ji Xin hummed, "Brother Zhou, do you really like Master Lu?"

"Of course!" Zhou Jinchun said, "We have a few in our teaching who don't like Master Lu!"

Ji Xin shook her head ~ www.novelhall.com ~ difficult to understand.

Although Lu Shimei is not inferior to Li Shimei in beauty, she is irritable and strong and domineering. It is completely opposite to her cute and cute appearance. There is no woman like the tenderness of water, which is worthy of love!

The four of them followed the blue shirt girl across the double courtyard to a small and elegant courtyard.

There are a few green bamboos on the west wall, and there is a flower garden in the center of the courtyard.

An exquisite, well-behaved girl leaning on the couch, her face pale and without a trace of blood, she looked at the blooming flowers.

"Sister Lu, what about your arm!" Zhou Jinchun stepped into the courtyard and cried out.

The girl's left arm was empty and had been pared off shoulder-to-shoulder. (To be continued.)

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