The old man was really happy in his heart, although he was an old man, but he still had a radical heart. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info In the forces he is in, his status is not low, and walking in the world is enough to make countless people look up to him. But these are nothing, in his heart, or in the hearts of all the disciples there is always a shadow of a person at the highest level. That man is enough to be the faith of all the disciples, and one day he will become a god and become holy.

Therefore, the old man had to suppress his temperament all the time, and sometimes he did not even dare to speak too loudly.

But not today. It can be seen from the old man's very natural expression.

When he went out today, he paid special attention to the weather, the sun was still very good, and the air was filled with a refreshing fragrance of flowers, which made him want to squint, and he was about to fall asleep several times. But he always remembered that he had something to do today.

It's exciting to think about it, and with the permission of one person, I can finally stop hiding it. My cultivation was very strong when I was young, and now I have a full beard, but it is even more powerful, but if I don't use it for a day, others won't know about it, which is too burying talents.

After the old man beat someone, he spoke loudly: "I don't care for flowers and plants, grandpa, I hate such people the most in this life." ”

Resisting the urge to beat him to death, the old man was prepared, and then gently wiped his right hand on the guard's face.

The guard's soul shuddered, and then came to its senses. Born once, died once, but he really didn't dare to ask why.

"Tell me, you must have accomplices, who are they? Call them all out, I'll spare your life." The old man squinted at the guard and showed him the way.

Grabbing the guard's hand was just a push, and the guard turned over four or five times, and when he stood up again, he was already inside the door of the Desire Illusion Sect. Rolling and crawling, hating why he didn't grow a few more hands and feet.

Seeing the elders of the sect, the guards seemed to see their biological parents, hugged the elders' legs, and cried heartbreakingly.

"Uncle Zhou, I'm so hard...... It's so hard. As he spoke, the guard was no longer the same as before, and he was crying with great sorrow, and his face was covered with tears and snot. Therefore, Uncle Zhou didn't recognize him at once. It's just that it's terrible to hear him cry, and it's a little chilling.

What's the big deal? It's worth it like this, the more Uncle Zhou looks at it, the more angry he becomes, this disciple is too much of a wimp.

Thinking deeply, Uncle Zhou was a little uneasy. Now the power of the Desire Illusion Sect is a little more expanded than before, but after the wide number of disciples, the shortcomings have been exposed, and the quality of the disciples is too poor, how can you expect them to fight in the future. The opponent exists all the time, how can he compete with Luan Tianzong in the future.

The mood is inevitably a little bad.

I only heard a snapping sound, and it turned out that the guard had received a slap. The effect is surprisingly good, and the soul of the guard is now in place.

"What do you have to say, tell me quickly!" Uncle Zhou shouted.

"Master, master...... There's a master outside smashing the field!" The guard was full of horror, and his mouth was full of spittle, and the onlookers couldn't help but believe his words with emotion.

After experiencing the destruction of the station last time, Uncle Zhou was also on guard and drank: "Come with the sword." ”

It turned out that in the inconspicuous room, although the furnishings were not complete in a hurry, it still couldn't be underestimated, just because there was an inexplicable atmosphere in the room, which made everyone very uncomfortable.

This is the breath of a famous sword, and the name of the sword is outside the plug, and it is a treasure treasured by the Desire Illusion Sect. The sword hung on the wall, and the two of them took it off together, and the body of the sword was simple and heavy, with indescribable patterns entanglement, and the important thing is that since the day the sword was formed, it seemed to have a trace of consciousness of its own.

No other weapon is allowed to get close to the left and right, once someone walks around it with their own weapon, even the person with the weapon will bounce away on its own, this may also be the pride of the sword, as for countless years, it still has no scabbard, it is so strange.

The eyes of the people were a little hot.

Uncle Zhou took the sword and slashed it a few times in the air, the tip of the sword was red, and its shape was like blood.

With a sneer, Uncle Zhou led the disciples out of the door.

This is two pairs of eyes looking at each other, they just noticed each other at first sight, Uncle Zhou and the strange old man both understood, today is afraid that it will be a different day.

The old man wanted to smile, but after all, he held back, and thought in his heart: What kind of yarn is this, why should I laugh at him, and can he take three moves from me? The old man's wrist was strengthened, and his heart was still hot.

I want to speak, complain, because the person in front of me is really tasteless, in the old man's opinion, the dress can best represent a person's temperament, he doesn't have a trace of yellow, where can he have his own most expensive.

But Uncle Zhou still said it first.

"Come on, come on, don't move yet, let you see what I'm capable of. After Uncle Zhou finished speaking, the sword was slashed in front of him, a full eighteen swords, every time the sword flew in front of him, he felt that the air was thicker, and after the eighteen swords, the air turned into a tangible, forming a barrier in front of Uncle Zhou, which seemed to be not too difficult in the eyes of people in the realm of the shape of the heart, but the old man felt different.

He felt that Yuan Li seemed to be coming out of his body, being sucked into the barrier of enchantment, if it was such a battle, then the opponent would be undefeated.

Uncle Zhou let out a loud roar, shaking the barrier of the enchantment, the sword qi penetrated out of the tip of the sword, and half of his arm was blood-red.

can describe the current Uncle Zhou in four words: Don't get close to the living.

The old man is really a little afraid, the coveted color is deeply hidden, the old man is very embarrassed, what's the matter? The old man I haven't appeared in love for decades, and now the future life is like this?

How crazy you are more than me!

Under the love world, the sword is about to be respected, but there are always exceptions to everything, and the old man is the best among them.

If the old man admits the second, then who can be the first?

The magic weapon used by the old man is a mace, humming, which is completely in line with the old man's momentum.

Out of thin air, after taking it, the old man's hand is a mace, the whole body is golden, the texture is strong, when you don't move, it makes people feel that the façade is naturally windy, unstoppable.

The tip of the needle is against Maimang, who can make the opponent say a word?

With the weapon in hand, without saying a word, the old man danced the mace, relying on the momentum to continue to advance, suddenly, Uncle Zhou was not completely prepared, and under the force, he could only accept the move, after a few thunderous sounds, Uncle Zhou finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man generally adjusted his breath from a distance: This kid's cultivation doesn't count, but the weapon is really first-class, and the famous faction really can't be equal to the public.

The old man's wrist had already been shaken out of several circles of blood, which was too uncommon.