On the second day, the bell outside the Wuji Hall rang, and the first seats of all walks of life gathered, and before leaving, the disciples of the Luoxia Hall were shocked when they heard that there was a senior uncle who was higher than Longhu Mountain. When he saw Master Song Dayi going out with Ji Ci with a gloomy face, he didn't dare to ask more, but he overheard a sentence behind his back:

When the old man comes, there will be no good life in Shenxiao Palace.

Everyone was shocked, and began to discuss in private, the older ones such as Qingsong's generation informed that when it came to the ancestor Wuyazi who did not die, he was the highest in seniority, and said that his master Song Dayi should kowtow to him when he saw it, don't look at Song Dayi's style of being a master in Luoxia Hall on weekdays, if he sees Wuyazi, it will be a father who smokes his son, just look at the other party's high or unhappy, and it is not Song Dayi's turn to refuse.

However, this uncle is useless, the rules and precepts are not observed, drinking wine and eating meat are not counted, Shenxiao Palace is his junior, so he had to turn a blind eye, once he drank high and urinated in front of the statue of the ancestor of the Sanqing Dynasty, which provoked the dissatisfaction of several junior brothers who were still alive at the time, and Liuyun summed it up, and put down Longhu Mountain, and the beautiful name is to travel in all directions, in fact, it is not impossible to say that it is exiled.

In the future, I thought that Shenxiao Palace was clean, but unexpectedly, a wave of unsettled waves rose again, this Wuyazi master uncle actually floated to Tiandu City, looking for the sword fairy Wang Xianzhi to compete, not to mention a fat beating, and teased the other party's aunt and wife, poor young grandmother like a flower and jade with a big belly, ran to Wang Xianzhi and cried, made trouble and hanged herself. What kind of character is that sword fairy, the hundred masters of Tiandu City chased three hundred miles overnight, tied it back, and threw it into the oil pot to be fried. Naturally, it was Liuyun who came forward and let it go. Therefore, such an ancestor is still not good, and the disciples in the Shenxiao Palace who know about it are also disdainful of him.

Everyone was surprised, and Liu Ji, who was also born as a ruffian, couldn't help but be embarrassed, and said:

"One golden scale is enough, but I didn't expect another one, this time Shenxiao Palace will not make a fuss. ”

Qing Song sighed bitterly and said:

"Who said it wasn't, but it's not the same as Uncle Shi, who can't move, and it's okay if the kid with the golden scale is killed!"

There was an "oh" from the crowd.

At this moment, there is a red-clothed figure outside the Luoxia Palace, looking at the nine dragon stone statues in front of the door is extraordinary, a hundred or ten zhang wide white jade avenue leads directly to the inside, the practice room, the sword library is readily available, standing on both sides of the peach blossom forest, it is a bit of a flourishing, straight road years are a good scene.

In the distance, there was a large hall faintly in the mist, hazy and unknown, only in a corner of the sky showed a brilliant golden tip, and the golden scales sighed secretly:

Compared to it, his dead ghost master's Qiankun Hall is really a place to ask for food.

It is the fragrance of flowers again, the water vapor is dyed, and there is a strong smell of firewood burning pills and boiling in the distance, which can't be said to be fragrant, nor is it smelly, but it makes people refresh and wake up, as if they are relaxed.

Before leaving, Grandma Tong explained that she went out happily and went home safely, she was not rewarded if she won the battle, and she would be punished if she lost, the old woman had high skills and a big temper, except for Liuyun, she was not in her eyes, she was more Taoist than Song Dayi, and the apprentices she taught were also better than his apprentices, otherwise, if she lost the face of Tianshan Tong's grandmother, this iron whip fried butt meat was indispensable.

Speaking of fighting, Jin Liang said that he was not afraid, not to mention how Ling Bo practiced in micro-step, just a large group of bad boys acted as thugs in the past, and the matter of hitting bricks from behind was a brain melon seed scoop, and he never missed a shot. However, this time I acted as a striker and won one-to-many, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult.

"Grandma, what should I do if the other party uses soul power?"

Grandma Tong smiled sinisterly, as if Zhang Zifang was strategizing, sitting firmly in the military tent and instigating him, not afraid, in advance of the three chapters of the law, who uses soul power, who grandson, as long as he is a disciple of the righteous path, his life can be lost, and his grandson will never do it, let go and fight, keep those deflated calves, and he will not say a word if he breaks his hands and feet.

The golden scales were ordered, and he took the steps that the six relatives did not recognize and went to the Luoxia Palace, and opened his throat to learn from the girls in the kiln and scolded:

"The turtle grandsons who beat grandpa that day all rolled out, and grandpa came to find a place. ”

As everyone knows, for a while, hundreds of people and horses were startled, and the front of the Luoxia Palace was surrounded by water, and the little Jin Ye looked at the pair of eyes that wanted to tear people apart without spitting out bones, but he was full of confidence, and simply scolded a few words of tiredness.

Xiao Jin Ye just learned the fur, and the essence of it depends on the spring flowers and willow green sisters, scolding people absolutely do not spit dirty words, take a long breath, you can scold for three days and three nights, and you have to sing and dance when you are happy. The person who is scolded is often caught off guard, and he is so angry that he can't get up, and he has a stroke on the spot, or he is riddled with internal injuries.

Liu Ji and the Zeng brothers jumped out of the crowd, their eyes were red, and they pointed at the golden scales and said angrily:

"Little cub, I haven't eaten enough last time, and my skin is itchy again today?"

Jin Liang sneered, looked around, but couldn't see the slim shadow, was wondering, suddenly saw a wind flying on his forehead, Song Linglong stood opposite him with a frosty face, two eyes staring at him, as if there was a grudge and a grudge, and pear blossoms with snow.

Xiao Jin Ye stretched out his slender little tail finger, clasped his ears boredly, and said:

"Last time, the master was caught off guard, and let a few of you pickle and splash before beating the stuffy stick! Today, if you want to fight, you have to set a rule. ”

Liu Ji had a lot of flowers, and he sighed in his heart, but he couldn't wait for Song Linglong's yaksha temper.

"Then how do you say to fight?"

Jin Liang smiled, and said in his heart: You are looking for death, then don't blame the young master for not having long eyes.

"The fists and feet are high and low, who uses soul power is the grandson. ”

Song Linglong agreed, and the four of them rushed up together with brute strength, and the crowd around them applauded.

As everyone knows, at this moment, there is a tall figure standing high in the Luoxia Hall in the clouds, with a tall and tall body, looking at the farce in front of him expressionlessly, and I don't know whether it is happy or worried. Beside him, Yang Ming was kind-hearted, remembering that the living ancestor surnamed Jin was seriously injured and dying by several senior brothers and sisters that day, he couldn't help but worry:

"Senior brother, you really don't have to go down to stop it?"

Unexpectedly, Qingsong, who is calm and old on weekdays, touched the chin of the scumbag Qingran, and smiled at him with a strange smile:

"Master and sister are not here, just rush at your senior sister's dog temper, do you dare to go?"

Speaking of which, this little apprentice is not very afraid of Song Dayi and Ji Ci, but is afraid of her senior sister Song Linglong to death, often Song Linglong's eyes are better than holy decrees. When he was a child, as long as Song Linglong smiled and held his head and touched it:

"Senior brother, senior sister has something to ask you!"

Then you have to carry the black pot, a stick under the door, and you can't escape. Over the years, I have almost practiced the cost of reacting. What is the difference between asking him to persuade him to fight and sending a sheep into the mouth of a tiger?

Qing Song steadily slapped a packet of halva paste in his arms, and immediately smelled fragrant and delicious, Yang Ming, who was watching, couldn't help but spread his hands to touch it, but was slapped on the head by Qing Song's eyes and said fiercely:

"When I saw the food, I was in a hurry, what was the price, if I didn't want to eat, I went to the kitchen to steal it. ”

Yang Ming let out an "ah", he couldn't imagine that the senior brother with the image of a righteous gentleman in his mind would be such a chicken thief, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes, revealing a face of a wronged "little daughter-in-law".

Qing Song didn't have time to take care of him, he put a piece into his mouth, hummed and was born, as if he was enjoying it infinitely, and when he saw the scene, he couldn't help but make a pie with a senior brother, shaking his head and laughing:

"The fourth and fifth are not doing the right way to use the boxing method, more than fierce, not enough skill, hey, hey, the third one, you are a thief bone, where to kick it, can you kick it in that place, be careful to cut off your children and grandchildren!"

Suddenly, the brilliant figure flashed out on the spot, Yang Ming was a little stunned, and Qing Song also showed a faint smile, and praised it:

"The little junior sister has grown up, and it has only been a month of hard work, and the twelve hands of the cloud palm kung fu have already exerted seven points of strength. ”

Yang Ming couldn't help it, and said with a smile:

"That is, Senior Sister is also extremely talented among the disciples of the same generation, and even the master of the sect said that Senior Sister's qualifications are different from ordinary people, and he will not lose to the withered master in his daily achievements. ”

How did he know that talent is important, but the way to refine the soul depends on tenacity, according to Song Linglong's kitten fishing skills, even if he practices for another three hundred years, he can't compete with the old nun's hand.

Suddenly, Qing Song's face changed greatly, he looked at the eyes of the crowd, the clouds were bleak, like the cold snow of the wax moon. Yang Mingmeng sensed that something was wrong, and he also looked over, and couldn't help but change his expression blue, red, blue and white.

I saw that the four people in Luoxia Hall beat the red-clothed boy, but the shadow of the young man was missing from the field, and he saw a red shadow floating around, swimming among the four like threading a needle, his steps were light, and the same butterfly was fluttering, but he was uncertain, as if stepping on the clouds, which made people feel strange.

"What kind of kung fu is this?"

Yang Ming couldn't help but exclaim. Qing Song was also speechless, at this moment, even if he flipped through countless classics, he couldn't detect the number of ways, how did he know that the ability taught by Tianshan Tong's grandmother was wrong, just relying on the Haoran righteousness of Shenxiao Palace, he couldn't give birth to evil all the way in the end.

"This kid's body is very secretive, and I have never seen such a high-level light skill among my disciples. ”

Yang Ming was not shocked, he looked at the four people in the audience who were already in a mess, and the addition of fists and legs gradually lost the discipline, even a disciple with his qualifications and inferior grades could see that he gradually showed defeat.

"Are you sure that this kid was seriously injured and dying that day by you?"

Faced with questions, Yang Ming nodded heavily and said:

"Not only that, but he jumped over the wall in a hurry and bit his senior sister!"

Qing Song was stunned, the red shadows in his eyes were like ghosts, and a big question rose in his heart.

Besides, off the field, there was a sudden silence, only the fists and feet were full of wind, the sound of palm power cracking the air, the red shadow of the golden scales, stepping on the wind and spinning, just when everyone's pupils were constricted and the atmosphere was not daring to breathe, two "snap" sounds, I saw that the corners of Liu Ji's mouth were bleeding, and there were two more hot and fiery palm prints on his face.

"Dog's rabbit cub, I'm going to pick your skin!"

Liu Ji has never suffered such a big loss since he fought the world, and when it comes to eating a slap, the widow and sister-in-law who became a dead ghost dare to do it, but the man must also be willing, a man's face is more important than his life, and if his life is gone, it will be a big deal to come back in the next life, and he can't raise his head if his face is beaten. Immediately, he roared in a hurry, and attacked the golden scales like a vicious dog.

Jin Ye got the favor, and he didn't admire Grandma Tong's methods in his heart, he was really much more powerful than the bull-nosed Taoist priests on donkey days. So, thinking that the third senior brother in the Luoxia Hall jumped and slapped him in the mouth that day, he was happier than his mother's New Year, and couldn't help but itch his hands again, until he made a "pop" sound, and rewarded him with a few slaps.

The corners of Liu Ji's mouth were oozing blood when he was beaten, and the Taoist temple on his forehead was half crooked, like a down-and-out drunk, being played around by golden scales, where was there still the shadow of an Orthodox disciple.

On the other side, the fourth and fifth brothers, seeing that Liu Ji had eaten a slap, were also furious, the two of them have always been very good with the third senior brother, there is not much else in the Luoxia Palace, and there are a lot of elm pimples, but these three senior brothers are full of human feelings, and there are also people who commit adultery together on weekdays, and in layman's terms, it is not much better than being embarrassed. It's like a pair of dog men and women under the flowers and plums in the middle of the night, one goes first, and the other dies to be martyred.

It's a pity, this affectionate and righteous two dragons and one phoenix, adultery is certainly valuable, the fist in the hand of the little Jin Ye is very spicy, according to the bridge of the nose is to open the bow left and right, front and back, it stands to reason that the man who refines the soul still has the ability to resist the fight, but he can't stand the thunderstorm-like bombardment, and he doesn't have enough ability to resist.

The three men have no hope, and Song Linglong is left to be more than a few unsuccessful senior brothers who can play, and a set of cloud palm dances is continuous and soft, so that the golden scales can't enter for a while. The red shadow circled around Miss Song like a ghost, touching the tender little ass coldly, and hugging the weaker little waist.

Song Linglong's little face turned red like white jade, and she was short of breath at the moment.

Jin Liang is reluctant to beat such a delicate little beauty, since he was a child, those mothers who can't be good have taught him: Women are used to hurt, but they can't be used to beat. The iron-boned man can hold a knife and a gun, and he also hugs a beauty. To learn to be a real hero, a real hero is scolded by a woman, and after being beaten by a woman, often the more beautiful the woman scolds, the more fierce she scolds, and the more painful she beats someone. Otherwise, if you think about it, why doesn't a woman beat others and beats you? When her hands hurt and her mouth is tired of scolding, she will have the opportunity to pour some old wine and take the opportunity to push it down.

At that time, Xiao Jin Ye, who didn't understand human theory, couldn't help but stick to the two, forced a little face and asked:

"What if a woman is born so ugly?"

The mothers glared coldly, and said in unison:

"Beat to death, it's better to sink to the bottom of the Ningjiang River!"

Now it seems that it is simply regarded as a wise saying, and it is a loss of mothers' words and deeds, and after a while, sure enough, the beauty is tired, delicate, panting, and sweating.

Xiao Jin Ye stepped forward one by one, pointed the sword at her waist, and the incomparably deep Tong Grandma really passed down fast, accurate, ruthless, and spicy.

Song Linglong was nervous, but found that the dantian qi was gray, and she wanted to move but couldn't move, she was nervous for a while, but she didn't expect that pretty face to be even more red, in the eyes of others, it was like peach blossoms in March and begonias in July, which was really touching and beautiful.

Jin Liang swore that he would treat beauties as soft as spring, so he took out a knife and put it into her face, his eyes were full of smiles, and the atmosphere of the demon under Lin'an City who had resurrected the ashes, hooligans, bandits, and shameless scum jumped on it.

Song Linglong was startled, that little heart was beating straight "poof", and her eyes were flickering and confused, as if she was asking how dare you kid.

Xiao Jin Ye had already understood her intention, reached out and touched the oil stains on the corner of his mouth that he had eaten in the morning, leaned over his lips, and gently took off the girl's fragrant kiss.