Kui Xiao didn't speak again, but the two sharp twin knives, the Holy Soul and the Dry Bone.

At this time, it was pointed at the old man, the blade was sharp, blowing the broken snow.

When Bailong heard what the old man said just now, he was not convinced:

"Old man, so arrogant, how old are you! Still robbed! Be careful to bend your waist! Cripple! Can't even walk!"

The white dragon hated and took a sip

"Phew!"

Bailong is really temperamental, and the old man saw Kuixiao's horizontal knife facing each other at this time, and shook his head helplessly.

Suddenly, he glanced at the direction outside the Sun, Moon, Ice and Fire Mirror again, and the white dragon soul was shattered.

Jing Mingyue felt that there was lightning in her eyes.

Jing Mingyue hurriedly looked away, only to hear the old man's voice in the mirror:

"Stinky boy, who said that he was robbed?"

The white dragon pointed at himself, looking dazed

"I, are you talking about me?"

Sure enough, the old man could also see the situation outside the mirror of the sun, moon, ice and fire.

But this time, there was no Yuan Li coercion, but at this time, Kui Xiao drew his sword and faced the old man, what did he mean.

Bai Long felt that he was one step closer to his plan.

Kui Xiao pointed the two blades at the old man, but did not make any further movements.

The white dragon looked dazed, looking left and right, and his eyes were slightly closed at this time, as if he had entered a state of concentration.

So this time, no one can stand in front of the white dragon.

Why don't you say that the white dragon is a ruffian?

Here's how riffraff does it:

"Hmph! What about you! Old thing! You're still a saint! Look at you! How can you look like a saint?"

"I see! The hair is quite white! But! This hair is white! It's better to shave your head!

The white dragon is the white strip in the waves with the side head and side tail, and it is a long and long wave!

I knew that today, I should have added two words to the name of the white dragon, and the white dragon in the waves is more practical.

There is no way to hide your mouth, you dare not say anything, and you have to do something, and you must never do it.

This scolding is really enjoyable.

The white dragon will understand, when the previous text yuan force explodes, it should be pointed.

One or two can be seen for Kui Xiao, but it is not ruled out that the kill may be due to the strength of the duo.

In short, Bai Long summed up one thing, even if it is a book saint, since it is a saint, it naturally has the appearance of a book saint.

How can I be a white dragon?

But today, I'm just going to ask one, two, three!

Are you worthy?

Not very brightly, the white dragon also seemed to see the situation, as if there was an inexplicable and unclear misunderstanding.

Bai Long scolded heartily, but he was comfortable, I thought that the old man would give Bai Long a look again and send him back to his hometown, but I didn't expect that the old man actually laughed:

"Hahahaha! Saint! Saint! How many years have passed! I can still hear people call me that again!"

"Little thing! You! very interesting!"

"I'll listen to you, old man!"

"How am I? unworthy!

When Bai Long heard this, this old man was accepted?

Bai Long's previous abacus was banging, and at this moment, the old man really took the move, but Bai Long was out of proportion, and he didn't know what to say

"Uh。。。 Belch!.... Belch!... ”

Uh, half a sound, the white dragon danced, ready to compare, but it was still impossible to compare.

If you talk about robbery, the white dragon has no experience, if you say robbers, the white dragon hates it to the bone, but he doesn't have the confidence to speak.

Simply, since it is a book saint, let's start with books

"Old 。。 Old Guy。。。 You!.. Do you know the standards of a saint?"

The white dragon took a breath and stammered, as if the breath was smoothing out, and the rest of the words were done in one go, completely without worries.

When the old man heard this, he remained silent, his posture was high-spirited, he stepped on the space with one foot, and a wave of air broke through the realm, accompanied by the old man's words, the sound was like a bell, and it exploded in shock

"The strong, for the honor, I, is, the saint!"

The old man's momentum was overwhelming, and his words once again turned into traces of words and ink, and burst into the surrounding space.

The white dragon felt this coercion outside the sun, moon, ice and fire mirror, and was shocked, what the old man said was not false.

The people of ancient times can be called holy, only those who have reached the pinnacle of perfection, or the heart, or the talent, or the soul.

The strong, in the land of the elements, the realm of sages, the definition is very broad, but judging from the coercion that the old man is showing at this moment, it is enough to be called a saint.

Under the pressure of the old man, several major forces around him, Kui Xiao, who was the most seriously injured, once again set up a double sword defense at this time.

The Great Dao Heavenly Punishment Sword and the Dragon War Empress did not dodge this time.

I saw the Dragon War Empress leap up and fly, and the Great Dao Heavenly Punishment Sword turned into a streamer and shuttled out.

Then, the Dragon War Empress slammed down the hilt of her sword in mid-air, and slashed out several lines of Breeze Dragon Yin Sword Qi, slamming into the ink that was scattered and attacking.

At the same time, the sun and moon gods after merging and assimilating emitted dazzling two-color light.

The light transformed into a sword and a shield, and the sword body was slender and curved like the moon, and the ice blue color was extremely sharp.

The shield is crimson, scorching in the shape of the sun, and the surrounding lace shape is the same as that of the sun and moon ice and fire mirror and yang mirror, at this time the sun and moon god is holding the sun and moon sword and shield, and the old man's ink attack is coming.

Boom—-

Several attacks collided again, shattering one after another, and the power of the shield sword also once again resolved the old man's fierce attack.

Obviously, this time the old man was not really angry, Bai Long looked at this situation, and then looked at Jing Mingyue, at this time, the doubts in Jing Mingyue's eyes were no less than Bai Long.

The white dragon groaned, thinking about how to refute the old man's words, as if the white dragon had thought of something, and unintentionally, he actually said it

"How many can you do?"

When Bai Long asked this, he was also stunned, but he didn't expect to think about it, so he asked it, and he asked it so strangely that even he didn't know how to answer.

Bailong originally thought that people in the Taoist often said that this person can be called a saint, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, knowing astronomy, geography, heaven and earth, and Huangquan in the west.

Therefore, if according to this standard, those who are in the Yellow Spring of Heaven should be the great sage, those who are astronomical and geographical, and those who are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are the entry standards of the sage, so it is not unreasonable for Bailong to ask like this.

But the white dragon inadvertently asked this sentence, it should be the most unquestionable question, the mysterious old man claimed to be a saint, but in terms of the old man's previous performance, he should be a great sage.

Bai Long asked a question that belonged to the entry level of a saint, and there was also a saying in the Dao that a saint was almost perfect, that is, all aspects had to meet the requirements.

So at this time, the heart of the white dragon is clearly visible.

When the old man heard Bailong ask this, he didn't expect it, and he was stunned.

Otherwise, what if the white dragon is a ghost? This question really stifled the sage's coercion a lot.

The old man pondered for a long time, and then held back a sentence in a half-loud voice:

"Uh。。。 Books!。。。 ”

After saying this, the old man thought for a moment again, and affirmed:

"Well, a book!" is a book!"

When Bailong heard this, he was happy.

Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, you occupy one?

Besides, you don't know my ability to keep my mouth open?

Not to mention, you don't understand this qin, chess, calligraphy and painting? doesn't mean that I don't understand either?

The tone is blocked, and the domineering opening:

"Hahaha! Old fellow! Don't be ashamed! Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting? Only know one of them, and dare to call yourself a saint?"

"If it weren't for you, you would have done such a deed! You are so imposing!

"Now, I look at you! You're a saint, too, but it's a little ugly!"

"Cheap!"

When the old man heard about the front, he was speechless, and while he was slightly angry, his fists were faintly clenched, and he secretly exerted his strength.

The face is red for a while, green for a while, and black for a while, which is obviously a loss.

But when he heard the word "lowly saint", the old man's face became proud again.

As far as Bai Long thinks, maybe this old man's intention will be wrong, and the sword is right, anyway, he is a saint.

The white dragon snickered in his heart, and the eyes of the goblins and goblins emitted faint evil lights, and there were endless ideas

"If my master and his old man know, then I won't be angry!"

"I miss him, an old man! I can only draw a word! I don't dare to call myself a saint! The reputation given by that way! I just know that my name is false!"

When the old man heard this, the words that came out of the mouth of this naughty boy were so reasonable.

He even spoke wildly before, and his mouth was open, but now he is talking about the holy master!

The old man glared at Bailong again, such a look, but it was not a murderous intent, but more that he wanted to ask for an understanding.

"Could it be that it is a painting saint?"

When the white dragon heard it, he really had nowhere to find it when he stepped on the iron shoes, and it didn't take any effort to get it!

Now, you don't have to play to the limit!

"Well, old fellow, you're a little bit knowledgeable, but! you're just right!

The white dragon was chattering freely, facing the mirror, talking about foaming at the mouth, and his voice was full of emotion.

Jing Mingyue seemed to have seen a fairy, her mouth opened, and she became a big surprise.

Onimi came back from his state of concentration in a daze, but heard a familiar voice chewing his tongue, and it was the words that chewed his tongue, which made Ghost Chou frown.

The ghost slowly opened his eyes, the gray aura around him gradually disappeared, and his body was much more comfortable, but he heard the white dragon like this

"My master!

"Moreover, my master's friend is also my uncle!

"My uncle's friend, also my cousin, is the Qin Sheng, Baguio!"

Bai Long thought for a moment, and thought of something even more absolute.

The old man has already determined that it is not Zimo, and in this case, he can be even more presumptuous if he is open-mouthed:

"I, Dad, I'm the Book Saint, Zimo, My name is Zilong!"

"Old thing! Say you have no eyes, no light?"

"You! admit it or not!"

Jing Mingyue was stunned, the ghost was stupid, and Bailong said that he had climbed four relatives, and they were all saints.

As far as Jing Mingyue thinks, if there are more saints, Bailong is estimated to be able to come easily, and the seven aunts and eight aunts can also be fully arranged.

Jing Mingyue was also deeply impressed by the eloquence of his ghostly second brother at this time.

The ghost slapped his head and drove away the mess that the white dragon said

"What is this? sister, uncle, friend, master?"

"Daddy?"

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