The Dangerous Cultivator

Xue Zihan's beautiful eyes flickered by, and Qiuwa looked dumb, "What's that?"

Xu Yidao, "It's just that you should be as small as possible, completely shut off your perception of the outside world, that is, you can't hear it at all, and you can't see the movement of the outside world. This kind of method is magical, only a clever monk can."

Xu Yijing read Wan Wan Zhi, especially after knowing the essence of Qiuwa, he was more involved in the changes in the vegetation and other strange things.

He is very clear that Yao Zhi's self-closing ability is extremely strong, and he can be almost completely immersed. If he hides himself, he is a powerful person, and it is also difficult to perceive.

Sure enough, his words were straightforward, and Tuba laughed, jumping, "It's very simple, hee hee, Uncle Beard, I didn't expect me to be so powerful."

Speaking and changing, turned into a palm length, ginseng roots with thick fingertips, white body, crystal full, fell into Xu Yi's palm.

Sure enough, Xu Yi perceives with no pain in his life.

Suddenly, the little ginseng was playing between his five fingers. After a while, he turned into a baby doll, crooked his head, looked at Xu Yi with pride, waiting for his praise.

Xu Yi clapped, "My diwali is really powerful, but I heard that the most brilliant monk can use the Turtle Breath technique for three days and three nights, that's the real skill."

Chuva smugly said, "What's the matter? Look at me. From now on, people have to be more than three days and three nights, hee hee. At that time, he was called Uncle Beard. You know that people are very talented." Fang Luo, Qiu Wa once again turned into pure white ginseng root and beard, fell into Xu Yi's palm.

"Diwa, wake up, wake up Diwa, let's go play games ..."

Xu Yi whispered for a while, but no matter how tempted, she was silent and apparently completely closed herself.

Xu Yi gently stroked the roots of the ginseng, and took out a slender box made of grate iron from his arms. There were tiny holes in it for ventilation, and both ends were tied with reins.

Open the box, lined with satin and soft cloth, carefully put the Eve in it, cover the box, put it in your arms, and tie the reins around the meat, wrap it tightly, and hide it under the armpit.

"What the **** happened?"

Xue Zihan's thrush was locked.

"It's okay, just play a game with Diwa."

Xu Yi raised the sea bowl and drank the remaining rice porridge.

"The box was clearly prepared early."

Xue Zihan is as beautiful as the painted face, full of frost.

"Xue Zihan the lower guard, how the superiors can't take their turn to set your beak."

Xu Yi turned his face and did not recognize anyone, so angry that Xue Zihan was blushing.

"Where are the four leaders?"

He shouted, and shortly afterwards, four purple-clad team leaders came hurricane and stood on their feet.

Xu Yi pointed at Xue Zihan. "This is Xue Zihan's lower guard. This is a newly elected guard. It is currently a non-staff. However, under the conditions of Xue Zihan's lower guard, through the review of the consulate general's gate. It is easy to come. In a word, I am guarding my colleagues under the snow and the cold, and I hope that the kings will be united and progress together ... "

After some introductions, Xu Yi assigned the latest task. He asked the four commanders to lead all the guards, including the newly recruited Xue Zihan, to review Cang Yingyan's fifty miles and one tree and one tree. If there is a change, report it immediately.

Weird orders, even Xue Zihan couldn't guess Xu Yidong's hammer, Xi's stick, what happened.

"Observe!"

The four team leaders answered in unison.

Although the order is paradoxical, as an old soldier, the nature of "obedience to obedience" has been soaked in his bones.

Watching the frosty snow and purple cold, he was taken away by the four leaders, Xu Yi took a sip, slowly wiped out the last bun, stretched into shape, and crashed into the snow.

The sky seemed to break through a hole, and the snow was getting denser and denser, and looked around, vast and white.

Only then turned to the stone path that docked in the battlefield, a strong **** smell came, and dozens of steps up, the world in front of him suddenly had a dazzling scarlet scarlet.

On dozens of dais, fierce battles were fierce, and from time to time there was blood rain flying on the snow-like snow, and the snow was soaring that it covered the blood stains and then was covered by new blood.

New blood and new snow, covering each other, snow white and blood red, shocking.

Looking at the Qisha Soul Stele, it seems that there has been another change. The original black cold and crimson intersect. Now the whole soul monument has almost seen no black, and it is all cold red. The paradox is that the soul monument is hard, It seemed very enthusiastic. Snow fell on it, and it was vaporized instantly.

"Heaven and earth are kind, and everything is a ruminant dog."

With a sound, Xu Yi looked back, but a middle-aged scribe came slowly, with a light blue shirt, a savvy face, and Fang guessed that it was Mr. Su who was called the **** operator.

Mr. Su hugged his fist from a distance. "In the next Mr. Su, seeing Mr. Watching the battle, showing pity in his eyes, it seems that he can't bear it.

Xu Yidao, "I ca n’t bear it, and compassion is not necessary. They fight for their own future and earn their lives. Although there is no regret, there is nothing worthy of compassion. The truth is that heaven and earth are copper furnaces and everything is a charcoal. Burning and tormenting in a furnace, what qualifications are there for compassion. "

Mr. Su high-fisted, "This statement is very true to me, and it is true. Su was also a man on this stage in the past. He did not have his life at that time, and how can there be a stance on the wall now? How can human beings be shaken if the heavens are constant? It's only when we show our strengths that we strive hard. "

As he spoke, he pointed to the Qisha Soul Stele in the distance and said, "In the position of Mr., I want to know how the blood color of the Qisha Soul Stele is dyed." He stared straight into Xu Yimu's heart.

"I have indeed heard one or two rumors, the legend of the immortal performing martial arts, I have heard of it, but I have never seen it."

Xu Yi held his fist and said, "Mr. Su is a senior and must be well-informed. This immortal performs martial arts. What exactly is going on, can I be taught?"

Xu Yi probably guessed that this Mr. Su must come to restrain himself, in other words, he was afraid of being decoupled.

Exactly, he didn't know much about these seven evil spirit monuments, the immortals played martial arts. With the painstaking efforts of Mr. Su, he was also happy to ask questions.

In the eyes of Mr. Su, he is already a dead man. In the face of the dead man, why can't he say, "There are indeed immortals who perform martial arts, and later Mr. Chen thinks so."

Xu Yidao, "In that case, Mr. Su must have seen the martial artist perform martial arts before. I wonder if he can tell him what the taste of that martial artist performance is. In the next hearing, many of the great magical powers of my Da Yue are from this martial art. I realized that the only thing I did n’t understand was that it was just a human figure floating on the shadow wall. I did n’t have the mental method and I did n’t see the nerves.

Regarding the fairy martial arts, he has always had concerns, but because he was puzzled, he was worried, and now that he had the opportunity, he wanted to be instigated.

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