The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

"what?"

Xiao Chen looked at Luliu, and saw that this guy shrugged his shoulders, as if he was really crying.

"Haha..." Xiao Chen laughed wildly on the spot.

"Oh, Lao Liu, don't be sad, you can rest assured that I will cherish this knife."

Xiao Chen ran up and patted Luliu's legs lightly, looking like a cheap one.

"You...you...you...you **** me, I don't want to see you for the rest of my life."

Luliu choked with a heartbroken look.

"Don't panic, you haven't told me the specific situation of your knife yet!"

Xiao Chen has always taken knives very seriously, just like his own child, he must be clear about everything.

Luliu wiped her tears and said impatiently: "The name of the sword is Poison Soul, the source is unknown, and it was obtained from a bronze temple."

"The sword spirit is a small scorpion. This knife can magnify the pain by more than 30 times. As long as it is cut, the pain can also kill others."

Xiao Chen's eyes lit up, he had no meridians, and he couldn't use Tian Zheng to decide.

The characteristics of this knife are exactly in line with his current characteristics.

Xiao Chen pulled out the poisonous soul, and a small purple scorpion jumped out of the blade, looking at Xiao Chen innocently.

"Ouch, he's still a little cute."

Xiao Chen flicked Little Xiezi's head lightly, and Little Xiezi's happy eyes narrowed, with a look of enjoyment.

Xiao Chen has always been predestined with the sword, no matter how evil the sword is, when he arrives at Xiao Chen, he looks like a good baby.

Lu Liu saw this scene, his teeth tickled with anger.

Because this little scorpion has always been indifferent to him, and even pierced himself when he got anxious.

It's better now, can Luliu be sad to be so close to a bad guy who just met?

Lu Liu turned his head, not seeing and not bothering.

"Old Liu, thanks!" Xiao Chen gently patted Lu Liu's leg with the poisonous soul.

The sharp blade easily cut through the bark of Luliu's body.

Then a terrifying howl sounded.

"It hurts..." Luliu scolded while clutching his legs.

"Are you **** mentally retarded? Use the poisonous soul to cut Lao Tzu's legs...Ouch..."

"Run, Mingyue."

Liu Su Mingyue looked at Luliu with a distressed look, and finally waved.

"Lord Luliu, goodbye."

"Hehe...hehe, goodbye, little boy."

Luliu's sore face was deformed, but he had to squeeze out a smile again, which was really embarrassing for him.

The fringe Mingyue touched out the mountain **** jade. After a year of restoration by the mountain spirit, the mountain **** jade is roughly restored to its original appearance. There is no difficulty in opening the channel again.

The mountain **** jade emits a stream of light, and the streamer opens a path in front of the two of them.

Xiao Chen jumped in at once.

"Girl, girl, I'm going to get married, but I still think of him in my heart..."

Xiao Chen sang this song inexplicably.

"Oh, you are really annoying, you always sing these weird songs." Liu Su Mingyue sat on Xiao Chen's head, tucking Xiao Chen's hair.

Xiao Chen scratched his head, "Yes, why did I sing this song? It's inexplicable."

...

The mirror flower sect was very lively these two days, and many people came.

It is roughly estimated that there are as many as three hundred people, all of whom are the masters of large and small sects, or prestigious casual practitioners.

Most of them are figures with faces and faces above the Zhongyuan Continent.

Of course they were all "invited" by an old woman.

That old woman surnamed Wen, as a loyal old dog, naturally knows the preferences of her master.

Own master, likes lively, then the pomp must be big.

Moreover, if the young master of the Star Dragon Sect gets married, he still marries a woman from the "barren land" of the Central Yuan Continent, so it is natural to have some scenery.

Marriage, these two words are very unfamiliar to monks.

The overwhelming majority of the visitors had the mentality of watching the excitement, and of course they also cheered on the behemoth Star Dragon Sect by the way.

Most of the people came to congratulate them with precious treasures of genius.

In the past two days, Ling Yunfeng has been extremely lively.

Everyone is discussing that Bai Ziyan is good fortune, and with the Xinglongzong as a backer, the future can be expected.

But there are three outliers among these visitors.

Liu Wangtian, the overlord of the Dahe Sect, the spirit of the contemporary Confucianism, and the presiding master of Sensoji Temple.

The others came with heavy treasures, but the three of them were empty-handed.

They are all old friends who have a good relationship with Bai Ziyan.

With Bai Ziyan's cold personality, he actually got along with these three big brothers, which was strange.

The three of them naturally knew Bai Ziyan's character, not to mention being married in the world, even double cultivation was absolutely impossible.

"I! Pooh! A bunch of old fuckers."

Seeing a group of people surrounding an old woman, nodding and bowing, bowing and kneeling, Liu Wangtian spit out old sputum.

Liu Wangtian is a man of about 30 years old, with a burly figure and a beard all over his face. He looks bold and unrestrained.

This person is also a legend. He started out in the mundane stubbornness, spent half his life in the mundane arena, and also mixed with the nickname of "Iron Arm Broken Mountain".

Then one day, he had an inexplicable epiphany. Since then, he founded the Dahe School and recruited friends from the rivers and lakes, which became a good story.

Liu Wangtian has a strong jianghuqi and loyalty, which is a very obvious characteristic of him.

Today he brought a hundred dead soldiers, lying in ambush around Ling Yunfeng, as long as Bai Ziyan appeared, he would **** them away.

"The white girl is such a beautiful fairy, she knows how to marry, what a **** joke, fuck, the fairy is just a **** person, who can't let fart, will marry a second generation ancestor."

Liu Wangtian cursed, full of anger.

"Old Liu, don't want to be like this, be heard, our brothers are in bad luck today."

It is the spirit of Confucianism that speaks.

Zhang Zhiling is an old man with the appearance of a master, dressed in an elegant green shirt, and always looks unhurried.

The Confucian School is a very special place. It does not emphasize practice and learning, and has always been a dynasty in the world, sending officials who can govern the world.

The masters of the Confucian school in all dynasties are all great Confucian scholars, and there are very few masters like Zhang Zhiling who have a high level of cultivation and knowledge.

"I'm afraid he is a bird, anyway, when the white fairy comes out, Lao Tzu will grab someone, old man, old monk, wait a while to stay away from me, don't hurt you."

Although Liu Wangtian is reckless and read few books, he has nothing to say about his friends.

The Withered Master smiled slightly: "Good, good, and Lao Na wants to join in the fun today."

Zhang Zhiling caressed his beard and smiled: "I didn't bring anyone here. After all, it's better not to hurt others because of the death. I am enough."

"Hehehe... I can't tell, you old tortoise, you're kind of loyal."

Liu Wangtian was joking with Zhang Zhiling.

"Your mother is the old tortoise, can you speak."

Zhang Zhi's spiritual beard trembled, and if he were seen by his students, his eyes would pop out.

"It turns out that Mr. will swear."