Chapter 227 inferred that in the past few days, there has been a storm in Zhongzhou, and there has been a heated discussion because Liu Pingping's grandson was killed.

Liu Pingping, the Qingyang League, brought a few elders who were usually good friends with him to the temple in person, claiming that the temple monks deceived people too much and killed his grandson for no reason, and if they didn't give an explanation to the Qingyang League, they would not be ready to leave.

Liu Pingping himself is a big man who cultivates through the sky, and several other elders are not much different from his combat strength, such a big man personally came to the temple to dignitaries, which naturally caused quite a stir.

Although the temple is not afraid of the Qingyang League, it is not unreasonable, Liu Pingping came with a few elder figures, naturally he had to deal with him, and also sent a heavyweight temple figure to receive a few people.

However, after some investigation of the temple, it was not found that any temple monk had gone to the Beihai Continent barrier today, and it was impossible to kill Liu Pingping's grandson.

Hearing the temple's explanation, Liu Pingping was naturally not satisfied, thinking that it was deliberately shielding his own monks.

Someone dares to pretend to be a disciple of the temple to kill people, without the need for the Qingyang League to make a move, the temple itself will find out, and it has attracted the attention of the temple master, and he personally invited the high priest to use the heavenly machine Dao soul, cast spells to spy on the heavenly machine, and predict what the identity of the impostor is.

The result is that a large number of people are shocked!

When everyone heard the news, they were already stunned and couldn't believe it.

In order to reach the realm of Tongtian, the mysterious chief priest of the temple actually missed, not only did not find out the true identity of the impostor, but injured his own primordial spirit, and spit out three mouthfuls of blood on the spot, instantly aged for a thousand years, fortunately the temple has a deep heritage, and took out an eight-grade peerless elixir to save his life.

This also directly angered the people of the temple, throughout the ages, those who dared to oppose the temple all died in Huangquan, but now they were challenged by a little monk.

"Impossible, the high priest of the temple has cultivated above me, and awakened the supreme Dao soul, the Heavenly Machine Dao soul, how can he not predict the identity and news of that kid?" Liu Pingping also couldn't believe it when he heard the reply given by the temple, thinking that they were perfunctory.

After all, this news is too shocking, the high priest's mana is all over the sky, and he can predict the future of the past and the present, why did he miss it now?

No one wants to believe this news, but this news was released by the temple master, how can it be fake?

Several big people who were connected to Liu Pingping were shocked, and one of them said: "Even the high priest can't spy on his identity, and the origin of this son is not simple." ”

"This young man dares to openly provoke the dispute between the Qingyang League and the Divine Temple, he is obviously quite arrogant, sharp, and acts too high-profile, and sooner or later he will be strangled in the cradle. "Some big people think that the little monk doesn't know how to restrain and won't live long.

Although the temple explained that Liu Game's death had nothing to do with them, Liu Pingping's heart was left with a pimple, and he inexplicably hated the great power of the temple. But there are so many masters in the world, he can only throw his sleeves and leave, even if it is really the so-called people of the temple, it is impossible for Liu Pingping to take a few good elders to fight, it is a symbol of looking for death.

The few people parted unhappily and left.

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The temple is like a city built on the clouds, and there is a layer of hazy fairy mist floating on the ground, full of spiritual beauty, like a divine land. It is magnificent, there is no end in sight, for thousands of years, I don't know how many people have stepped into the road of martial arts cultivation here, and the road of achievement has been achieved!

Inside the temple, there is a misty palace, and on the attic at the top of the palace, an Yi man looks far away from the railing, and his beautiful eyes reveal his thoughts about the distance.

Her eyebrows are picturesque, her skin is like condensation, her posture is slender, she is stunningly beautiful, wearing a concubine-colored makeup skirt, and her long skirt drags the ground, like a fairy in a picture, beautiful and moving.

It's been a month since she came to Middle-earth, and she didn't go out of her door, and she didn't say anything, it was the cold frost that the temple called a saint.

"I don't know if the letter I wrote was seen by Wu Heng, did that bastard really come to Middle-earth?" She missed her former homeland very much, although she had only been here for a month, she knew that she might never be able to go back, but in recent days, Leng Hanshuang had heard a news that had swept away her gloomy mood.

She also accidentally learned what the temple monk said, some people said that in recent days, a young monk in white clothes armed with a jet-black iron hammer killed Liu Game, and the news spread throughout Middle-earth. Although Liu Game is not a big figure, his grandfather Liu Pingping has a certain influence, and the young monk directly called the leader of the Banqingyang Alliance, so this matter will be hyped up, and the entire martial arts cultivation world in Central Continent has learned that there is such a young monk.

After Leng Hanshuang heard the news, he secretly speculated about who that person was, holding a jet-black hammer and fluttering in white, exactly the same style as that bastard of Wu Heng. When she thought of this, she was overjoyed, and she smiled for the first time in recent months, maybe Wu Heng saw the letter and really came to Zhongzhou to find herself.

"The master of the temple is like a cloud, I hope he doesn't come nonsense. Cold Frost prayed secretly, and she stood high in the attic, when suddenly a gust of wind blew her long hair, black hair like silk, floating in the air, one after another, absolutely beautiful.

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"Frost...... Frost, where are you......" Wu Heng seemed to see the lonely back of Frost standing in an attic in his sleep, she looked far away from the railing, her temperament was dusty, and the beauty was suffocating, she seemed to be waiting for a person, waiting for a man to come and rescue herself.

However, just when Wu Heng wanted to reach out and touch the beauty, he woke up from his dream in amazement, and sat on the bed all of a sudden, covered with cold sweat, and covered with a quilt.

"You've finally woken up. A gentle and moving woman's voice sounded in his ears, and Wu Heng looked at it and saw Xuehua sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at himself.

Snowflake tasted a little: "You saw frost in your dream?"

"It seems like yes. Wu Heng nodded, at this moment he only felt weak and his mind was still groggy.

"You have performed a ritual with Frost, you can have the same mind, maybe the scene you saw in your dream is a true portrayal of her at this moment. Xuehua said while using a wet towel to help Wu Heng wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, very virtuous, as if his wife was helping her husband do a sparse and ordinary thing, and from her tone, it could be heard that Xuehua seemed to have treated Leng Hanshuang as a sister, you must know that except for Wu Heng, she would never omit anyone's surname in front of her, and call it directly: "Frost." ”

Xuehua understands very well that Wu Heng, a flowery bastard, must have more than one woman in the future, and he has long known it in his heart.

Wu Heng said: "She seems to be in an attic in the temple. ”

"The people of the temple said that Leng Hanshuang was the reincarnated saintess of the temple, and they went all the way to the heavenly realm to bring her, and her status was definitely not bad, there should be some danger. Xuehua saw that Wu Heng seemed to be a little worried about the cold frost in his heart, and comforted him.

"I hope so. Wu Heng nodded, he looked at the furnishings in the room, it should be an inn, "What is this place, how long have I been asleep?"

"This is the room of the inn when you fell asleep, and it's been half a month now. ”

"It's been so long......" Wu Heng rubbed his head with a faint pain, a little embarrassed, he had never been injured and fell asleep for half a month, you must know that the healing ability of the divine body is extremely powerful, when Wu Heng was hit by Nangong Ming, he only vomited blood and slept for a few days, and was shocked by the roar of a strong cultivator like Liu Pingping, nothing happened, just pale for a few hours, and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

Unexpectedly, this time, I fell asleep inexplicably, and it has been half a month.

Xuehua glanced at Wu Heng gently, and said: "You, you frightened people at that time, and fainted inexplicably, and the Yuan Shen was hit hard, fortunately your Yuan Shen has the ability to regenerate, otherwise you won't wake up." ”

"Haha, I, Wu Heng, am a person who is going to embark on the road of the Great Emperor, how can I not wake up halfway. Wu Heng smiled heroically, stretched out his right hand, kept Xuehua's soft waist, and kissed Xuehua's pretty face with lightning speed.

"With your virtue, you still want to take the path of the Great Emperor?" Xuehua hurriedly pushed Wu Heng away and scolded coquettishly.

"No matter what virtue I have, I Wu Heng will definitely be a generation of emperors in the future, come over quickly, and serve the future emperor strangely!" Wu Heng smiled evilly, hugged the beauty beside him into the bed, and made a gesture to untie the waist on her dress.

Xuehuaqiao's face flushed, but she didn't expect that Wu Heng had just woken up and wanted to have sex, she diverted Wu Heng's attention and said, "Do you want to know the reason why you suddenly fell asleep?"

"Why am I sleepy?" Wu Heng seemed to have fallen into Xuehua's trick to turn the tiger away from the mountain, and became interested in this question.

"Over the years, there have been monks in the temple who have been selected as high priests, and the requirement for being selected as high priests is to awaken the soul of the Heavenly Machine, they can predict the past and the present and the future, you should know?"

"What does this have to do with me, don't try to distract me from this!" Wu Heng felt that he had been tricked, and ripped off the belt around Xuehua's waist, and threw Xuehua on the bed like a hungry wolf.

"Dead badass. Xuehua scolded in her heart, she hurriedly said: "Half a month ago, you pretended to be a temple monk and killed Liu Game, the temple will definitely find out, and in the end, I can't wait to ask the high priest to use the Heavenly Machine Dao Soul to predict the identity of the impersonator, and the Heavenly Machine Dao Soul can spy on people's primordial gods, but you resisted in your heart and were injured by the Heavenly Machine Technique, so you fainted." ”

When Wu Heng heard this, he immediately stopped what he was doing, and felt that what Xuehua said seemed to make sense.

Xuehua saw Wu Heng stop the movement in his hand, and said: "And, recently, I heard a news that the high priest of the temple was hit hard because of predicting the identity of a monk, and I think the person who caused the high priest to be hit hard should be you." ”

"I see. Wu Heng heard Xuehua's inference and felt that it was very reasonable.

"But......" Wu Heng deliberately stretched his voice very long.

"But what, am I not right?" asked Snowflake.

Wu Heng smiled evilly: "Although your inference is very correct, but this time you don't want to take the opportunity to escape." ”

As he spoke, he pressed the Iren in his arms tightly under him, and stripped off her clothes, revealing a suffocating ketone body, and then the two of them were tightly intertwined naked, and the room was filled with beautiful breath.

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