Immortal Voices

Rong Xian restrained his subconscious behavior of avoiding. After all, Doctor Rong is just an ordinary person who fights five dregs. If he did, wouldn't he tell the old woman that she had a problem?

She stayed where she was, and she seemed to be too late to be hit by a crutch.

"Yeah!" Rong Xian fell to the ground with a humming hum, a spit of sweetness in his throat, a spit of blood, his face pale and transparent.

"Toasting without eating and drinking." The old woman re-held the crutch flying back and said coldly, "said."

She seemed to have determined that Rong Xian had met the Lord and could not make any sense. After all, there are so many people in the world, why do n’t people who do n’t care about cliffs say that it ’s her who has the breath of the Lord, but it ’s no wonder that the old woman just stared at her.

Rong Xian's voice was faint, and his expression was very dim: "I don't know that person, the seniors killed me, or they didn't know."

The old woman was angry for a while, and she could only deal with this stubborn person.

The old woman's hand was loosened again, and the crutches carried the sharp wind and slammed into Rong Xian again.

Rong Xian coughed twice and couldn't move while lying on the ground. She watched the crutch fall on her body, but was crooked by a piece of silver.

At the same time, a full-bodied voice sounded: "Some people of this age have to compare with a little baby, which is a bit pricey."

Rong Xian looked at her side, and saw a middle-aged man in a Jinpao standing in front of her, saying unhappyly.

It finally appeared.

Rong Xian's mind must be that this man has never shot in secret, and he has to wait for the old woman to play hard.

Who is he?

Is it always hidden in the dark that I intend to see the old lady's cultivation and then shoot at a critical moment, or ... want to use the old lady's mouth to ask some things he wants to know and wait until I can really ask what to do?

No matter who this person is, she watched her seriously as he was hiding in the shadow of Tarzan, she immediately put this person on a vigilant list, and planned to let the genus check it out.

To be honest, Rong Xian was still a little angry at this man. If it wasn't for this man's hidden secret, she would have already solved this old woman, how could she be injured.

Rong Xian was a bit miserable at this time, but Shen Jiuliu and Yan Fei encountered a few people.

He looked at the crowd coldly, holding the sword in his hand, as if ready to shoot.

Qu Qianqian stepped forward two steps, her smile charming and enchanting, and she asked softly: "This little brother, everyone is going to the village. You can go together. You ca n’t stop us, so domineering. No woman likes it. "

Shen Jiuliu was trying to say something, but it was worthy to stop there.

The eyebrow in front of the woman has a captivating power, so that those who are facing those eyes are irresistibly drawn into the abyss, want to follow her, want to obey her, love her ...

Shen Jiu's brow frowned, and the cinnabar mole on his brows became more and more red. His whole body was cold and cold, and he raised his sword to point to Qu Qianqian, his voice did not contain the slightest emotion: "Demon girl."

So fascinating, it's not what a nymph is!

Qu Qianqian giggled. She had already come to Shen Jiu Liu's body changing room. She passed by in front of Shen Jiu Liu, and when he turned around, he swayed from the other side: "Little brother, you are so funny, people will Like your inexplicable ice cube. "

Shen Jiuliu still had no expression on his face, but his cold eyes were even colder. He clenched his sword tightly, and the moves were wide and immortal. Each sword move was beautiful, as if it were not a human thing. Even this killer is so beautiful that people can't bear it.

Qu Qianqian's face changed slightly, and she felt that she was kicked on the iron plate. The person in front of her was obviously much stronger than her. For the sake of her safety, she shouted: "Yan Fei, come and help."

Yan Fei threw her whip around her waist and attacked Shen Jiu aggressively, and said, "You owe me a favor."

Qu Qianqian had her hair cut by Jian Qi, her frightened face was white, and she hurriedly said, "Yeah."

Xiaowan stood anxiously watching the fight, occasionally caring whether Bai Changyue was uncomfortable.

Besides, on the mountain, after Sixin came with his elder brother, he discovered that the whole mountain was empty.

"Well? Where did Master go?" Sixin asked strangely.

Yang Ming looked down at the mountain, he felt Master's sword qi, and his body flickered, and he immediately turned into Jian Guang towards the village center.

"Hey, Brother, wait for me." Sixin hurriedly followed.

Outside the martial arts ground, the old woman was blocked by a middle-aged man. Rong Xian took out a healing dan into his mouth, and the vitality in Mu Lingzhu turned around, and his face was much better.

She pretended that her injuries had been stabilized by the medicine, and she stood up without any signs of embarrassment, as if the previous bad state was completely absent.

She owed herself to the middle-aged man, her expression grateful: "Thank you for your help, but I don't know the name of her predecessor. In a few days, Rong Xian will come to the door to thank her."

The man laughed, although his eyes were still on the old woman, he was talking to Rong Xian.

"Little girl is very polite, no need to thank, go back and tell Tsinghua that old-fashioned guy, he owes me a favor." The man's tone was full of ridicule.

Rong Xian took his words very seriously, and asked sternly: "Senior, I have already remembered, I wonder if you have anything else to bring to Master?"

The man was stung for a moment, and put on his sleeves in disgust: "It's gone, you go quickly, just like your master's boring guy, it's not fun at all."

Rong Xian blinked, Feng Yan's eyes were clean and gentle, but the man who strongly disapproved could still feel clearly, his body was stiff, why, what happened?

"Senior, Master is neither boring nor stereotyped." Rong Xian retorted seriously.

The man was so angry and angry that he slapped him out with a slap and whispered, "It's not cute."

With this strength, Rong Xian's figure that left the old woman's lock turned around in the air, and the man had landed on the ground steadily.

After she patted the dust on her body, she took out the parchment and wiped the blood off her mouth, her eyes dark like an abyss.

The flame ignited in the palm, and the parchment was burned clean.

Rong Xian walked back casually, she didn't seem to go fast, but in a blink of an eye, she was not far from the man and the old woman.

The man did not know that Rong Xian was back. In his perception, there was only him and this old woman.

He no longer covers himself, the whole body's harmless and thick breath suddenly changes, deep and thick, strong and elusive.

The old woman on the opposite side was locked by this momentum and did not dare to move. Now that this overwhelming pressure comes out, she suddenly feels despair.

She shouted in panic: "Who are you? Why hasn't such a powerful force been led by the Holy Mountain?"