Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Qin Xuan left, he had never even taken that Xuanyuan sword.

It was left to China by the Yellow Emperor, and Qin Xuan would not take it.

It has nothing to do with whoever belongs to him in the end.

Chen Zixiao's death seemed to wipe out his past regrets.

This star, no one in the world dares to rival him.

The prosperous city will finally step on its feet.

He strolled, looking at the Jinling city in the distance.

With each step, he walked very slowly, and with each step, his figure seemed to grow taller, with double pupils, more like the sky.

Since Chen Zixiao died, his knowledge of the sea has been turned upside down.

Xianxin Di Nian, like the mirror of the big sun, the tiny cracks, the slightest compensation and healing.

Once let him hate eternal hatred, and finally get the reward.

When Qin Xuan walked into Jinling, the sound of the surrounding siren sounded, and the sound of prosperity fell into his ears, making him a little refreshed.

Many people are looking at him, with strange faces.

A gray dress like an ancient costume, pale as snow, such a dress is too rare in this age.

Even many people have already taken out their phones and prepared to shoot.

Qin Xuan smiled faintly and did not stop him. He still walked quietly, walking across the street, passing the crowds, and crossing the road.

He seemed to be walking in the red dust, under his feet, every step was red.

At each step, he walked slowly and carefully.

Step by step from the red dust, only keep the film.

...

Jiuhua Mountain, a full quarter of an hour since Qin Xuan left, the heroes dare not move.

They looked at each other, and more people looked at Chen Zixiao.

Today, Chen Zixiao is bathed in blood, and the scars of the terrifying sword in his dantian are constantly bleeding and dyeing through his clothes.

His body is faint, his eyes are dull, like a fool.

The dantian is destroyed, the meridians are broken, the Chen family is destroyed...

Each one was enough to make Chen Zixiao unacceptable, but now, he seemed to be the most miserable person in the world.

The man in charge of the king, who has run wild in China, is now like the bereaved dog, covered with scars.

"That Azure Emperor should have gone far, right?"

"Chen Zixiao is completely over, the dantian and meridians are broken, and there is no hope for life!"

"It's a pity, but who can be blamed, who made him dare to be an enemy of the Azure Emperor?"

The group of heroes made a strong discussion, among which, Qingxu's pupils faintly lingered.

He looked at Chen Zixiao. He originally came out to see a great battle, but he never thought that this battle was a battle that was devastated by one person and watched by the other.

Chen Zixiao's strength is that he is not as good as Xuanyuanjian's edge, enough to shock Kunlun.

But in front of the Qing Emperor, the so-called Xuanyuan and the so-called Chen Zixiao seemed like the breeze and mortal dust.

so horrible!

Qingxu was full of fear, and he didn't know how many lingering fears arose in his heart.

Once, how unwilling to live and die, he actually tried to find revenge on the Azure Emperor?

Qing Xu looked at Chen Zixiao, his thoughts were chaotic, and he could not speak for a long time.

Qianfugui couldn't help being silent, and he, who always liked to laugh, didn't smile at the moment.

"Is royal power just a joke?" He laughed at himself at last. For the sake of his so-called inheritance of wealth, he stayed away from the world. In the past few years, he has been refining pieces of magic weapons and crossing the boring scriptures. Over.

Qian Fugui is a friend of Qin Xuan, but there is no arrogance in his heart? Because he thinks he is qualified to be friends with Qin Xuan, but now...

The self-deprecation on Qian Fugui's face became more intense. In the eyes of the Qing Emperor, I am afraid that he is just a joke, right?

The royal power and wealth, the inheritance of the highest level of China, were so unbearable in front of the Qing Emperor.

"On this day, is it really only high in the eyes?" Qian Fugui's first serious reflection, China has always regarded the power of the king as rich as the sky.

But now, where does this Qingdi inherit from?

Where is this sky?

Qian Fugui even had a hint of urgency in his heart, he wanted to find Qin Xuan and asked.

In the end, he never moved a step under his feet.

At this moment, the group of heroes suddenly heard a voice.

"Although Chen Zixiao is ruined, he is the heir to the royal power, with the inheritance of the royal power, and even the divine weapon Xuanyuan sword!"

"If anyone can get Chen Zixiao, wouldn't he be able to cast another heir to the royal power?"

Someone murmured, not loud, but the whole world fell silent for a moment.

Yes!

Chen Zixiao is in full control of the king, even if the opponent is abolished, in their eyes it is a rare treasure with the highest heritage of China.

For a while, the eyes of the heroes were almost fiery.

Everyone couldn't help but their eyes fell on Chen Zixiao, and Chen Zixiao's expression even trembled.

He turned his head stiffly and looked at the group of heroes.

Those people who once feared him like a **** and crawled under his feet, now regard him as a volume of exercises? The power of inheritance?

He wanted to laugh, scold, and cry, but his expression never changed.

The meridians all over his body were destroyed, the muscles and collaterals were damaged, and even his facial expressions were beyond his control.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, there was a loud shout.

The group of heroes was furious. They hadn't noticed before, and at some point, a slightly short figure appeared behind Chen Zixiao.

It was a young girl who seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, with deep hatred in her eyes.

The back of her hand was behind her, and in her hand, there was nothing but a fruit knife, the kind you can see everywhere, for a few dollars.

In the midst of the anger of the heroes, the little girl's eyes broke out like a tiger and wolf.

"Chen Zixiao go to death!"

She almost yelled with a stern voice, and in her immature voice, she didn't know how sad and miserable, and deeply resented.

"Stop him!"

The group of heroes shouted fiercely, and they started, including the innate master, very fast.

boom!

Suddenly, a big seal fell from the sky and landed in front of the heroes.

Above this big seal, there was a figure standing quietly, but as strong as the sky, causing the pupils of those powerful heroes to shrink suddenly.

"Money is rich!"

Some people shouted, they never thought that this wealthy heir would actually stop them.

The rich and the wealthy did not say a word, but the powerful men did not dare to move.

Someone yelled and asked Qian Fugui to leave, saying that the matter had nothing to do with him.

Some people burned their brows like a fire, but...with the sound of a knife piercing into the flesh and blood, all the heroes were dull.

I saw the twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, the fruit knife in her hand had passed through the heart of Chen Zixiao.

The blood was flowing like a fountain, and the girl had nausea, panic, and fear in her eyes, but she was suppressed by the endless resentment.

Chen Zixiao's light passed over the girl's resentful face, his lips were slightly puckered, and he couldn't make a sound. Finally, he picked up the corner of his mouth and seemed to be smiling.

No matter what Chen Zixiao did, he couldn't think that he didn't die in the hands of the blue emperor in the end, but died in the hands of a girl who had never cultivated at all. In his eyes, he was like a fruit knife with a few dollars of scrap copper and iron. in.

Qian Fugui turned slightly, looked at the **** girl, and couldn't help asking: "What's your name?"

The girl raised her head, like a deflated ball, pressed her panic, turned her head and bent over to salute Qian Fugui, "My name is Ying Lier!"

"Win Lier! Will the winner win?" Qian Fugui smiled lightly, his eyes moved slightly, and fell on Chen Zixiao, "Alright!"

After the girl made her voice, she didn't care about the heroes or the wealth, but turned around and bowed again from the direction Qin Xuan had left.

This worship is like worshipping heaven and earth!

Many of the heroes and powerful people have recognized the identity of the young girl. Her surname is Ying, and she once served as the winner of the previous winner in Kyoto.

For some reason, they looked at the girl's **** appearance, and a word flashed in their minds.

God can live in evil,

Do not live by yourself!

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No. 4 is the first one!

The first sun warms people's hearts, and the breeze washes away fatigue

Ask for a monthly pass as usual, and also recommend a few good books on Ali literature.

You can take a look at the book shortage.

"The Great Master of Ghosts" by Li Zhaolin

"The Tyrannosaurus" by the innocent son

"Little Witch Doctor of Peach Luck"

In addition, Lao Meng once again thanked you all for your monthly pass.