?? Xiaoleiyin Temple was called before the Qing Dynasty, and now it is called Daming College???? Huoran? Wen?????.?

Wang Cannon, who still had Lu Feng's blood on his hands, turned around stiffly, and he saw an old man with a waist-length beard and a plain white body stroking his beard and looking at him with a smile.

It seems that this old man has appeared for a long, long time, but Wang Paobu has not found it at all, there are very few people in the world who can do this level, and the image of the old man is the character that Wang Paobo never wants to see.

"Dragon.. Host.. Big.. people.." Wang Paobu said these four words word by word, and there was respect in his tone, and there was even a kind of stiffness.

Lao Long smiled and said: "When I saw you that year, I was still a child, I didn't expect Zhang Dacheng to be like this in a blink of an eye, and the old bald donkey is also amazing, and he can cultivate your rotten wood like this." ”

Without saying a word, he put on a sturdy horse step under his feet and put on a defensive posture, without saying a word.

Looking at the king's cannon chamber, the old dragon shook his head and said, "Rotten wood can't be carved?" ”

Mu Qingyu still tilted his head sideways, as if he couldn't bear to look at the Wang Cannon Chamber, but Mu Qingyu and the old dragon's position happened to be in a flanking posture to trap the Wang Cannon Chamber.

Mu Qingyu put his hands on his hands, looked at the ground and said, "Gar Chijia, I thought that I had the same purpose as the master. ”

Mu whispered the real name of the king's cannon chamber.

Even if Wang Cannon is regenerative Mune, I am afraid that he already knows it at this moment, but I am afraid that from the moment he entered the Martial Arts League, Mu Qingyu already knew that he was sent by his master.

Gar Chijia shook his head and said, "The master's intentions, the disciples dare not figure it out. ”

A gun appeared in Lao Long's hand, and that gun was like an old-fashioned musket, which was the tribute given to Lafayette by the Eight-Nation Alliance before entering Beijing, but now it was held by him.

The old dragon played with the gun and said with a sneer: "Those bald donkeys in the Western Regions, the kung fu of the combination can't even compare to the bull noses on Zhongnan Mountain, yin and yang are in tune, they live very long years, and their days are delicious, what fairy world do you pray for?" Hehe, if the door of the Xuan Realm is really opened, and the future Buddha comes into the world, where will these stinky bald donkeys deceive people? So they wanted to kill Lu Feng. Little bald donkey, don't you say? ”

Gar Chijia's swarthy face turned red, and he stiffened his neck and said, "What Lord Dragon said is true, the master and the disciples do not engage in the technique of dragon and tiger copulation, and Hugh has to slander my master!" ”

The old dragon laughed, he said: "That's right, the old bald donkey is hundreds of years old, and it is estimated that he has never even touched a woman's little hands, he doesn't do that kind of thing, but isn't the old bald donkey the first to preach?" What kind of living Buddha is he? If he doesn't do it, can't it be that those living Buddhas don't do it? What kind of things does the Living Buddha do, can he, the first seat, manage it? ”

This call made Gar Chijia speechless, the old dragon had visited the Western Regions, in order to be apprenticed to seek medicine, so he knew the customs of the Western Regions very well. But Gar Chijia obviously didn't know that although what the old dragon said was not wrong, he was secretly changing the concept, and Gar Chijia, who was not good at arguing, could only respond to it silently.

The scene fell silent, except for the rumbling of thunder in the sky, and the giant gate that was half-hidden like a mirage stood in the air.

Mu Qingyu raised his head to Gar Chijia for the first time, and Gar Chijia's simple eyes also met Mu Qingyu, this man from the Western Regions, who was closest to the sky, looked at Mu Qingyu's eyes, he tasted what is called bitterness.

For Mu Qingyu, this woman is like the bright moon in the sky to Gar Chijia, as she sings in the ballad of the Western Regions. Gar Chijia had never loved someone so much, but how could he not have imagined that the two would come to such a point so quickly.

The old dragon opened his mouth to speak, he interrupted the stares of the two, and he said: "Mu whispers, she is a soft-hearted girl, and there are some words she can't bear to say. Little bald donkey, you and her are different, it is impossible to get together. Today, you swear to return to the Western Regions, and if you don't set foot in the Central Plains for the rest of your life, the old man will let you go. ”

Wang Pao's simple face showed a resolute look, and he said to the old dragon: "I will take Lu Feng with me, and I will not step into the Central Plains for half a step in the future!" ”

The old dragon said angrily: "Let your mother's stinky fart!" Didn't you just want to kill my son? My son is gone with you, how can it end well? ”

Wang Paobu didn't say a word, Lao Long's face turned pale, he knew that Wang Paobore was really this kind of bald donkey, so there was only one way......

"Wooden girl, you are soft-hearted and can't kill people, hehe, this stinky bald donkey will be handed over to me." The old dragon rolled up his sleeves, like a rough man in the market, looking at the posture and preparing to make a move, he really didn't have any master demeanor.

Mu whispered or didn't speak.

The old dragon was neat, and he had already started to do it after he spoke.

The old man, who had completely passed the age of entering the earth, flew up and swept towards Gar Chijia's body with a chilling whip leg. The attacking posture is like that of a young man fighting, there is no master style to speak of, there is only absolute speed and strength!

In the face of sheer speed and power, any skill is just a joke.

At that time, Yang Luchan's stunt of not flying resolved the strength of the bird to take off, but in front of the powerful strength of the old dragon, the so-called overcoming rigidity with softness was a fool's joke.

The whip leg swept by the old dragon was smashing on Gar Chijia's thick arm, this Gar Chijia, who could resist with his ** body in the face of the combined sword qi of the nine realms of Lu Feng, when facing the old man's kick, his body shook wildly.

Gar Chijia resisted more than enough, but he didn't even have the strength to resist.

The old dragon swept up with one foot, his hair was flying, and it looked like an ordinary kick, but the effect was miraculous.

After the old dragon's kick, he rose sideways again and swept in the opposite direction, and Gar Chijia used his left arm to block, but the old dragon's kick was extremely weird, the original move was just a false move, Gar Chijia did not feel any power at all after taking the old man's kick, but he was on full alert, the body muscles were tense, and the response speed would be extremely slow, the old dragon relaxed his body with ease, the old dragon sank downward, and the falling speed was extremely fast, and his kick was passing between Gar Chijia's two hands, and was smashing on Gar Chijia's chin.

"Click......" Gar Chijia's jaw became a blur of flesh and blood after a crisp sound, and his whole body was kicked into the air.

The old dragon jumped up with one hand, a somersault in the air, and an upside-down willow was smashing on Gar Chijia's belly, and Gar Chijia immediately fell in the air like a cannonball, he buried himself in the soil, and his whole body collapsed on the ground with a big character.

The old dragon stood in front of the pit, and the corners of his mouth glanced at Mu Qingyu with a smile.

Mu Qingyu, who had been staring at all the movements of the old dragon, clenched her hand gently, and a white cloud quietly formed between her fingers.

This old man is too strong......

Lu Feng was not an enemy in front of Gar Chijia, who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, Gar Chijia would be hung to the ground by the old dragon in the same way.

Ga Chijia, who was full of pain, struggled to get up from the ground.

At the same time, a vast aura rose in Gar Chijia's body.

The old dragon showed a look of appreciation, and he said, "The power of the dragon elephant? Isn't this the mythical beast of Thai Buddhism? How did you get what you learned? ”