"What else is there to be surprised about?" Don't you suck the droplets together as soon as possible?" the white-bearded old man suddenly opened his mouth.

He complained about Qiu Wei's surprise, then looked at the white-bearded old man and slowly sat down.

The gray mark reappeared on his body complaining about Qiu. The white-bearded old man looked at his gray markings and complained that Qiu Xiaoming's eyebrows didn't blink. The expression on his face was strange.

A gray mist erupted from the trail and slowly wrapped it up. After a while, a gray fog rolled up, and water droplets drilled directly into the mark. Why are you complaining that Qiu opened your eyes?

After three days of patient waiting, the white-bearded old man remembered his complaint again.

"Alright, kid, I'll give you back the sword that killed Shang Adi. The white-bearded old man threw the sword of the god Yutian to the indignant Akiko, and then stood up from his chair.

As soon as he stretched out his hand to tie the god's sword and put his consciousness into the god's sword, he resented Qiuyi, and was relieved to find that he hadn't changed yet.

"Good boy, I can't rest assured of my grandfather. You're so brave!"

He complained that Qiu's face was stiff, something he had never thought about. This move did not obscure the old man's attention.

"You don't have to explain, will I know you as well as my grandfather?"

He complained that Mr. Cho wanted to kiss some flattery to alleviate the situation, but he didn't want to be slapped directly to the ground by the white-bearded old man, who had half of his body sunk to the ground.

It's like a turnip.

If he wasn't strong enough, he would have been crushed.

"Ah, I've been taking revenge on my ancestors. Don't you believe it?"

He nodded reluctantly, and nodded vigorously. How dare he not be satisfied? If this old man comes again, he will go to the loess.

"Because of your hasty attitude, I want to inherit some of your great swordsmanship from my ancestors, which is also the shackle that has understood me for many years. The white-bearded old man sighed suddenly, his face heavy.

He complained that Qiu didn't know why the old man with the white beard had become like this. After crawling out of the dirt, he stood quietly in front of the white-bearded old man.

"You kid don't have to think too much. These swordsmanship were learned from the Heavenly Sword Sect. My ancestors were not disciples of Tianjianmen. Jesus also promised the ancient word that he would preach these things to the disciples of the Heavenly Strongmen. For many years, not a single qualified disciple knew that he had met your youngest son.

"Although your youngest son is ugly, forbidden, weak, and careful to die a lot, but with a little luck, catch the core inheritance of the sword, and then put shit luck, collect the heart sword, so this ancestor can only sword the absolute core skill - the heart of the sword five is broken, teach you"!

The white-bearded old man shook his head and said, "You really know how to bargain."

He complained that Qiu Xiaoming's face had not changed, but his heart had already reproached him. This old bastard has fallen to this point, but what else can he do? Besides, he has to pass on Kenshin to himself.

He resented Mr. Qiu, although he didn't know how Kenshin was broken, but he couldn't underestimate the swordsmanship that made this old guy serious.

"Look at your kids. "Every move of this ancestor must be executed once. How much you can learn depends on your abilities. The white-bearded old man's voice was cold.

He complained that Qiu Ling was shocked. He didn't know that the white-bearded old man was in such a hurry.

"Look hard!"

After saying that, the white-bearded old man suddenly pulled out a very simple sword from his hand. Lin Yien and the white-bearded old man became one, which gave him a very shocking feeling.

This old fellow, with a sword in his hand, felt cold in his heart with a feeling of complaining about autumn.

The white-bearded old man seemed to feel that he had lost his thoughts about Qiu, and let out a cold snort, awakening Qiu's thoughts.

"Brush!"

The white-bearded old man moved. He did not dare to be careless, because the old man only said it once.

He Yanqiu knew that although this old man was unreliable, what he said would never be false.

Lights and shadows flickering, body type flickering, wind waves, cloud waves, thunder and diode lights.

He complained that the news of Qiu Ziming's return to China did not cover up Xu Haisheng's return. When he complained about Mr. Qiu and returned to his home, Xu Haisheng appeared in front of him and complained about Mr. Qiu.

"Door Master!" he complained, Qiu shocked by Xu Haisheng's sudden appearance.

Xu Haisheng's face was very serious, and he said, "Didn't the ancestors embarrass you?"

He grumbled and shook his head.

Looking at Xu Haisheng, his face was a little abnormal, and he complained that he had some doubts and worries in his heart. He always felt that there was some bad news waiting for him, but he didn't urge Xu Haisheng, but waited for Xu Haisheng to speak.

Xu Haisheng's eyes swept over his face complaining about Mr. Qiu, thought for a while, looked at his words complaining about Mr. Qiu, and said, "People's Divine Sect probably started with your father and brother. ”

Xu Haisheng's voice was very calm, but it was like throwing a big stone into his heart.

Seeing that his face complaining about autumn had changed from a sunny day to a torrential rain, and the momentum on his body could explode at any time, Xu Haisheng didn't comfort him.

"Holy church!"

At that moment, he was still complaining about the word "basic" between his teeth.

After saying these two words, his resentment towards Qiu began to stabilize, and the momentum of the anger that awaited him slowed down, as Xu Haisheng seemed to expect.

This news was sent by Duan Changshan. He said that when you hear his name, you understand everything. He tells you not to worry too much. His men have rushed to your father's place as soon as possible. Before you get there, he says he'll do his best to keep your father and brother safe.

Xu Haisheng's voice was still so calm.

He complained, Qiu Xiaolong's clenched fist loosened, and his uneasiness eased slightly, but the anger in his heart grew stronger.

It is clear that the people of the Holy Assembly have suffered from which they have complained several times. This time, they finally couldn't take it anymore. They even ignored the rules of the spiritual circle and directly started opposing his family, which made him very angry.

"Haven't the clouds of evil cleared yet?" he complained about Qiu's bad temper.

The lack of dark clouds here already explains the problem.

Xu Haisheng nodded slightly, and then said, "Don't worry too much about Emperor Zhao Haifeng personally bringing people to the front line, I believe it's not too late."

He complained that Qiu was a little surprised to hear the news, but then he tried to understand.

In fact, not only Zhao Haifeng, the ancestor of Sword Heart, personally went to save his father, but Xu Haisheng's younger brother, Xu Haihuang of Tianjian Gate, the ancestor of Sword Heart, also went with him.

Xu Haisheng asked the two big men to go to Tianjianmen together, not only because he complained about the importance of autumn to Tianjianmen, but also to maintain the prestige of Tianjianmen.

This time, Tianjianmen's reputation competition in the five major areas will not be easily erased or destroyed by Xu Haisheng. Although the power of the Tianjian Gate was still far behind the power of the Divine Sect.

Xu Haisheng sent Emperor Wu with Sword Soul and Sword Heart to rescue He Yanqiu's father. Another reason is that he hopes that he will not be too impulsive and cause accidents.

"They have been out of here for two days, and they will reach the Mozhan dynasty in about five days. Xu Haisheng opened his mouth again.

He complained about Autumn for a while, and understood the meaning of Xu Hai's words.

Xu Haisheng didn't expect that he would complain about Qiu Ziming's personal adventures during this wait, so he preferred to send Zhao Haifeng in person.

(End of chapter)