In the photo, she is a twenty-eight beauty, she is slim and elegant, her hair is pouring down, and she is perfectly integrated with the ancient town in Hanfu, a good ink painting scroll in the south of the Yangtze River.

"This sister is so beautiful, and she will definitely be a national color in the future." Dong Xun'er looked amazed.

"The person is distinct, the forehead is round and moist, this is a natural prosperous husband, and this woman is extraordinary." Mr. Xiao Wang stroked his white beard with admiration.

"With a straight nose bridge and a round nose, this woman is not unexpected, even if she does not rely on men, she can achieve extraordinary things in the future." Mr. Wang nodded, deeply convinced.

"This kind of six-in-one physiognomy is indeed a once-in-a-century prosperous physiognomy."

"It's just that before this woman and his man got married, I am afraid that there will be long-term separation, lovesickness and displacement." Ji Lin glanced at the photo and came to the final conclusion.

"Miss Dong, where did your photo come from?" Zhao Weilong put forward a detail that everyone overlooked.

"I don't know, it seems to be on the bus." Dong Xun'er looked dazed.

"This photo was supposed to be a mortal thing, but it has been carried by a good man with 'hot blood' for many years."

"In addition, the two of them have a deep relationship, so it has some spiritual 'nature', and it has the effect of seeking good fortune and avoiding disasters, Miss Dong, it's not bad for you to keep it." Ji Lin said with a smile.

"The cold moon is sad and autumn, the autumn cicadas are wailing, life has been sad and parting since ancient times, that good man lost this photo, he must be very anxious, right?" A hint of pity flashed in Dong Xun'er's eyes.

"Having said that, it's just that this sea of people is vast, where can we find it? He's a bear. Beichen Yumo frowned and said.

"If we don't go outside, the man will come to us." Ji Lin smiled faintly.

As soon as the words fell, a figure was like a meteor catching the moon. With a bang, he stopped in front of the car.

"Stop!"

Drink! Ha!

But he saw the spear in the man's hand raised. Throat rolling. burst out with a crackling roar like thunder, rolling up a violent wind, and forced Zhao Weilong to stop.

This man's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, immobile as a mountain, and he stood proudly with a gun, bringing great pressure to everyone.

"Oh, I'll go, it's a mess." Zhao Weilong was furious and lit a cigarette. Feel the nunchucks around your waist.

"You're strong, but alas, you met me." The man looked disdainful and raised his middle finger.

"Emma, Young Master Ben likes a strong man like you."

"Because the stronger you are, the more abusive the 'pleasure' this young master has." Zhao Weilong laughed loudly, and the nunchucks were waved impenetrable, and he took the lead in attacking that person.

Zhao Weilong is a master of chemical strength, and this move "comes like thunder to collect anger", and it is magnificent. If it is cut off on a person's body, it will definitely be a half-crippled tragic end.

Swish!

Unexpectedly. When Zhao Weilong was about to get closer, the man disappeared strangely.

Boom!

Then, before Zhao Weilong came to his senses, a cold spear had already hit Zhao Weilong's neck.

"Get out!" The man roared angrily, and Zhao Weilong only felt a strong force coming, and the whole person kept stepping back, and a 'fart' fell to the ground.

Quiet!

The audience was as quiet as death!

Everyone gasped, obviously not expecting that such a fierce person would be killed on the way.

"Young Master Ben actually lost?" Zhao Weilong was a little crazy, obviously unable to accept this result.

"Boy, don't be discouraged, in fact, that person is the same as you, he is a martial artist."

"But his kung fu is obtained from the battlefield, life and death."

"And you are a flower bone cultivated in a greenhouse, can this combat power be the same?" Beichen Yumo pulled Zhao Weilong up and said comfortingly.

"You can do it, don't compare." Zhao Weilong pushed Beichen Yumo away, looking crazy.

"You're ......!" Hearing this, Beichen Yumo was furious and opened his mouth, but he couldn't refute it, and directly suffocated his internal injuries.

Beichen Yumo is powerful, yes, but this calligraphy killing method is only lethal to other calligraphers and everything related to calligraphy.

The way of martial arts is the way of physical killing.

Unless Beichen Yumo cultivates to the realm of the sage Wang Xizhi, he will not be able to use calligraphy to fight with martial arts masters.

"Ugh." Xiao Wang and Mr. Da Wang glanced at each other, and they both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

The second elder actually knows martial arts, but after all, he is old, and the so-called boxer is afraid of being less strong, so he naturally will not come forward to lose face.

"Why don't you take Wu Hook and collect Guanshan Fifty Prefectures?"

"Please go to Lingyan Pavilion temporarily, if you are a scholar and a marquis?"

Boom!

With a heavenly sound, Dong Xun'er drew his sword and stood up, using the sword as a pen to write quickly in the void.

Among the heroes, only Dong Xun'er's pen is actually a sword.

A bloodthirsty sword that once followed General Yue Fei and Yang Zaixing, defended the country and killed countless enemies.

Dong Xun'er finished writing, and with a buzzing sound of the sword, the dragon roared in the sky, turned into a rolling fiery dragon, and slashed straight at the man.

"Awesome!" Everyone was shocked, and even the man's pupils shrank, and his gaze became more solemn than ever.

Unexpectedly, when the long sword was about to kill the enemy, it suddenly flew back upside down, and re-entered the scabbard with a bang, and Dong Xun'er, who was watching, was stunned and a little speechless.

"Who else will fight with me?" The man looked up to the sky and roared, quite a bit of the return of the king, with a fierce generosity in nature.

"Sick." Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Ji Lin's faint voice drifted in the wind.

Burst!

As soon as these words came out, the man's face changed greatly, and he directly suffocated internal injuries.

"Where did the madman come from, don't pay attention to him, let's leave you." Beichen Yumo laughed loudly, and suddenly felt happy.

That's right, you're very powerful, your marksmanship is invincible, and your speed is like lightning and thunder, but so what? Let's ignore you.

"Hey, 110, there's a madman here, please come over and deal with it, he has a controlled knife in his hand, he ......" Zhao Weilong took out the phone and said the wrong thing to make the person look aggrieved.

"I'm not crazy!" Tian Zhentian looked crazy, and only felt that in his mind, there were countless alpacas galloping by.

This time, in order to recapture the photo, Tian Zhentian directly left the words of the three elders of the Cao family behind, and he couldn't hide his strength, so he carried a spear and chased after him frantically.

Just now, he killed all sides, Tian Zhentian thought that he could deter Ji Lin, but he didn't expect that other people's birds didn't bird themselves, what was the situation?

Rumble!

Just when Tian Zhentian was stunned, Ji Lin stepped on the accelerator and drove everyone to leave.

"Neurotic!"

Syllable!

Just when Tian Zhentian was about to go crazy, a streamer roared, turned into a palm, and slapped Tian Zhentian in the face.

Wow!

This huge power made Tian Zhentian's throat sweet, and a mouthful of essence blood gushed out, and he was seriously injured in an instant.

Strong!

It's so strong!

Tian Zhentian looked shocked, and then he realized that although he was strong, he was still the same as Murakami-kun, an island countryman, and he was not the general of Ji Lin at all.

Moreover, when Tian Zhentian saw clearly what the secret weapon was, he was immediately dumbfounded, and the cold sweat on his forehead flowed down with a bang. (To be continued.) )