The Divine Martial Stars

The Casting Court originally had the mind to recruit Li Mu.

It’s just a photo of Li Mu’s ‘fierce’.

In the past few days, Iron has never dared to speak in person, so as not to be rejected, there is no room for change, to avoid getting angry with Li Mu.

However, with these few days, the emperor's eight emperors, often throwing olive branches to Li Mu, even fools can also see that this is the Eight Emperors to recruit Li Mu.

The reaction of Li Mu also made the irons and other parties strong, and realized that this genius animal trainer, Jian Xiu Xian Xian, and joining the emperor cliff may be a matter of time.

So iron is even more urgent in the heart.

Once Li Mu joined the Emperor Cliff, it means that his status has risen, not only the strength of the horror, but also the background support of the big forces, more investment and wooing value than before.

Of course, it is impossible to let Li Mu join the Jian Jiang Pavilion.

It is also unrealistic.

However, if Li Mu is able to serve as the elder of the Qing Dynasty, it is also a happy event for the Casting Court.

With this name in it, it is simply an artifact in hand.

In the future, on the plain of the fragrance, what other strength, dare to cast the idea of ​​the sword court?

Iron is in no doubt anxious.

He thought about it, and finally pinned his hope on Gu Junru.

After all, it was the first person to meet Li Mu, and it was still a beautiful girl.

Men are always more tolerant of beauty.

Gu Junru is a true disciple of the Iron Court of the Three Pavilions. He has a strong sense of belonging to the Casting Court. After having the inspiration of the head, he finally found an opportunity to brave the courage to make this request. Throw it out.

She looked at Li Mu with hope.

However, after listening to Li Mu, he said faintly: "I will consider this matter again."

“Oh...” Gu Junru’s heart was disappointing in an instant, but he still smiled and said: “The head and the cabinet owners are very respectful to Mu Gongzi. I hope that the son will eventually give the Jianjiang Pavilion a chance. ""

This matter has long been mentioned the height of the death and death of the Casting Court.

Gu Junru felt vaguely that Li Mu had no special affection for the Jian Jiang Pavilion, but he did not dare to say anything more. He also talked about a few other things, and he knew that he had gotten up and said goodbye.

Li Mu did not get up and sent.

He has no rejection of the Casting Court.

Judging from the observations in these few days, the Casting Court is still a relatively peaceful sect. There are very few external levies, and it is too harsh and rigorous. It is more than how many times it is stronger than the Taoist and Jindingshan. .

But the problem is that Li Mu is a werewolf.

He is now a werewolf's bouncing prophet, and he is going to be a traitor.

He is very big in his own plan, and he wants to make a big vote in the emperor's cliff.

Sooner or later, one day will be exposed.

Now, if he is the elder of the guest of the Jianjiang Pavilion, once the identity is exposed, the Casting Court will be implicated.

Therefore, Li Mu has made up his mind to reject the invitation of the Jian Jiang Pavilion.

Send away Gu Junru, Li Mu relapsed.

......

"What do you think, Mu Gongzi, what does this mean? Refused? Or wait for us to take the initiative to show sincerity?"

After listening to Gu Junru’s report, the iron is no different, and it is a bit flustered.

The so-called concern is chaotic.

Rao is the same as the owner of the Iron Group. He has experienced countless wind and rain. At this time, there is a little bit of uncertainty about Li Mu.

Gu Junru thought very seriously, and honestly said: "The disciple thinks that Mu Gongzi seems to have a sense of detachment, and Zhizhi is not here."

Iron is no different.

Like a deflated ball, it seems that it was evacuated with spirit and strength, and the figure was smashed.

This is not the case.

These four people, like four sunny days.

"Oh, it’s a pity."

Iron sighed with no power.

In front of Gu Junru, he did not hide his ignorance and weakness.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The little martial art wants to survive in this fairy world, why is it so difficult.

"Before the head, before the end of the sword-watching conference, Mu Gongzi is still in the flower city, maybe there is still a chance." Gu Junru could not help but say.

Iron nodded no differently, just about to say anything more.

Just then, the rapid footsteps came from outside.

Chen Yun, a disciple of the disciples, rushed in quickly, and looked angry and said: "The head, not good, not good, Lingtian... Lingtian was destroyed."

"what?"

Iron is no different and Gu Junru exclaimed at the same time.

Ling Tian, ​​that is the life of the Casting Court. Root. Son.

"what happened?"

Iron is no different, roaring, and his body is flying, and has already rushed toward Lingtian.

Gu Junru followed.

Lingtian is not far from the main hall. After about twenty interest, Gu Junru came to the Lingtian cellar.

The core disciples of the 30-40-year-old Jianjiang Pavilion, as well as hundreds of agricultural monks who cultivated Lingtian, crouched on the edge of the field and did not dare to carry it.

The entire land of Ling Tian resounded with the roar of iron and no anger.

"What happened? Who did it? I want to cramp it."

As the head of the sword, the iron has never been so ruined.

Gu Junru saw that in the Lingtian, the planting of the millet millet had been stepped on a seven-eight-eighth eight-eighth, all of which were broken down on the ground, or were uprooted, and some ridges were dug up, the hard-growing spiritual soil, It was even dug up by one-half...

destroyed.

Gu Junru looked at the scalp and numb.

Casting a sword is a skill, so that the Casting Court can have a certain reputation and make a relationship.

Lingtian is the life. Roots and sons, let the Jianjiang Pavilion in these years, can not launch foreign wars, nor compete for cultivation resources, self-produced fairy food, reluctantly can meet the cultivation needs of the monks in the Zongzhong.

Lingtian was destroyed, and the foundation of the stone-building pavilion was half-turned.

Who is so mad?

This appearance in Lingtian seems to be someone deliberately destroying, instead of robbing the cemetery, and harming others, it is completely to smash the life of the sword.

"Who is it? Say. Who did it?"

Iron is no different from roaring.

Chen Yun whispered: "The agricultural monk and the disciple who guarded Ling Tian were trapped by the illusionary array. No murderer was seen, but... but..." He said it was swallowed up here.

"But what? I don't want to say it." Iron screamed.

Chen Yun approached the past and lowered his voice. He said: "There are a few disciples who faintly see that they are not in the human form, but in the two fields, they are like two dogs. They look like dogs."

what?

Iron is no different.

He looked at Chen Yun.

The latter looks strange and looks flashing.

Iron is no different, it will be embarrassed, but suddenly reflected.

In the Casting Stone Court, there is no habit of raising wild beasts, and the beasts outside, there is no way to enter such a guarded spiritual field. The only possibility is that today's guests - Mumu The beast of the son of the son.

If he remembers correctly, Mu Mugong’s men are just a tiger and a dog, aren’t they?

Iron has no difference in a heart.

If it is really the beast of Mumu, the problem is complicated.

Is it Mumu’s inspiration?

Or is the beast self-proclaimed?

The latter case is still easy to handle. If it is the former, things are only afraid of the extent that Lingtian is destroyed. Once Mumu is malicious, it is not a disaster for the Jianjiang Pavilion.

As soon as I read this, I couldn’t stop the cold sweat on my head.

Moreover, the most critical point of the problem, the disciples guarding Ling Tian, ​​are only vaguely seen, not really.

There is no direct evidence.

In the heart of iron, there is infinite sorrow.

Survival is really difficult.

He wanted to go and didn't dare to tear his face and ask for Li Mu. He could only swallow his voice, wait and see, and understand the purpose of Li Mu.

"If you repair Lingtian, you can save it back, even if it is."

Iron has no different look.

"Remember, this matter must not be heard outside. If anyone leaks the news, I will let him die, and never live forever."

His eyes were sharp, and everyone who was on the scene was screaming.

Everyone bowed and didn't dare to look at the head.

"Jun Ru, you come with me."

Iron turned around and walked outside Lingtian.

Gu Junru’s look was a bit stunned, and there was a mess in his head, followed by it.

......

“Mr. thought, what was the result of these days?”

Asked the Eight Emperors.

Xiao Xiao held the folding fan and smiled slightly. The bamboo was in the chest and said: "The effect is remarkable. That Mumu is not swearing to other people, but you are respectful to your Highness, and it is obviously good for your Highness."

The Eight Emperors also nodded and said: "I think so, Mr. thought, at this time, can you open this person?"

Xiao Xiao shook his head and said: "His Royal Highness, don't worry about it. At this time, Mumu may nod, but I am afraid that the loyalty is not high, the sword-watching conference is about to begin, and the Highness can slowly make it. People, more benefits and interests, make their hearts grateful, and take the initiative to shun, then, this talent can be absolutely used by His Royal Highness, and become a man who can be driven by His Royal Highness."

The Eight Emperors heard the words, and their faces were stunned. "Mr. said what he said. However, the gentleman thinks, what good interests should be in Mumu?"

Xiao Xiao smiled slightly and said: "In recent days, Mu Mu, this person, not good color, not greedy, diligent in cultivation, is an ambitious person, he is a sword repair, mastered swordsmanship, catching Gu Junru, to cast Jiange participated in the sword-watching conference. His Royal Highness felt that it was for what?"

"Ah, this king understands that he came for the Fengming Excalibur." Eight Emperors said.

Xiao Xiaodao: "Exactly. At this sword-watching conference, the forces of all parties have come a lot, but basically they are all guys who are not influx. No one can fight with the Highness. So, your Highness may wish to be a good person. Give this sword to Mumu, and at that time, he will be grateful. Great things can be done."

Eight emperors said: "Mr. is right. But this sword..."

He came to the sword-striking conference for the sake of this sword, but not for himself, but for a woman.

"His Highness, the big thing is heavy."

Xiao Xiaozheng reminded.

The emperor’s look was awkward and said: “Mr. is right, my eyes are short-sighted. Well, I will do it according to my plan. I have to be a gentleman, but fortunately, fortunately.”

Xiao Xiao quickly said: "In the next time you meet under the Highness, you must also know the Lord. It is also a great fortune."

The two looked at each other and laughed.