The golden knife of Malaysia, like a mountain carving, Wujun Luo Throat can hear that the people here are so sensible and cooperative, and Kaizi fools came to the door just after the shop opened today, laughing, if you don't consider the sluggish atmosphere, you really have the spirit of a hero. patted the interesting kid in front of him vigorously, waved his big hand, and motioned to Jun Fengqing, who looked like a dog from a distance and more like a dog up close, to accept the submission of this great apprentice.

Although it is a parallel import, it is also necessary to talk about technology, this "Jun Fengqing" must have carefully inquired about the life and deeds of the piano and sword in Tiandu, and he is also decent in a scholar's shirt with a Wuhou crown without looking at his face, but it is a pity to show his face, hehe, Beilian wants to beat people.

The reason why I haven't done it now is entirely because of the respectful guy in front of me. Although her face was pale, white and green, and she looked like she had kidney deficiency and wore makeup, Beilian still recognized it at a glance that this was definitely her second brother. If he hadn't tried his best to look at him, Beilian wouldn't have watched the show here obediently.

"Jun Fengqing" pinched an orchid finger and lifted up the gift presented by the person in the altar, but it was a long knife with a dark appearance, if it were not for the gauntlet swallowing the shape of the eyelid, there was still merit, ordinary people looked at it as just an ordinary blacksmith shop product, and even the back of the knife was too thin to beat firewood. As for the cutting edge, it is even more frosted, as if it has experienced many years of wind and frost, and it is no longer useful.

"This, this, this! This little brother, you have to think about it, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a good opportunity that thousands of people can't ask for, to be able to worship Lord Wujun as a teacher, it is a blessing that you have cultivated in eight lifetimes, how can you treat your future master," "Jun Fengqing" mentioned the black long knife, and the disgust was overflowing.

Is this liar's intention to seek advantage so obvious that he is not afraid that the people will be suspicious? Thinking to herself, Beilian saw that the people in the altar did not move, the enemy did not move, and naturally I did not move.

"I borrowed it, Xiaosheng came to Dongfang Snow with a knife, I heard that Lord Wujun is here to accept apprentices, and he will give him ten thousand taels of gold, please accept the small one!" Like a tiger pounced, a strong man rushed out of the crowd, but this tiger was a tiger whose backbone was broken, and before the words fell, the word "bar" had not yet dispersed in everyone's ears, and the crisp sound of the kneecap on the stone slab was covered. Behind him, two rows of small servants dressed as housekeepers also smashed on the ground with large boxes, making a sonorous sound. "Squeak" opened the box, yellow and clear, golden and charming. Row by row, by row by ten, horizontal and vertical, layer after layer, are two large chests of gold.

I see, the predecessor of Zhou Shuren, a troubled world walker, once said that this house is too stuffy and dark, and if the guest asks the host to open a window, most of the host's family is unwilling, but if the master first suggests that the roof of the house be completely demolished, and then suggests that a window be opened when this proposal is rejected, everyone will feel good. With such a sincere childcare to cooperate, it makes sense for this scammer to ask for benefits. Compared with ten thousand taels of gold, what is a broken knife? Although that knife is the left protector of the heavenly capital, the saber is begged for lightly. Hearing the heavy panting of the people around her, Beilian suddenly came back to her senses.

It's just that unexpectedly, most of the dozens of liars also have bright eyes. Only that fake monarch Feng Qing was calm. As soon as his right hand opened Kong Mingfan, he blocked his left hand: "Big brother, it's a gaffe!" ”

The five monarchs of the heavenly capital of the big horse golden knife all said unfavorably: "Wangwang! Ten thousand taels of gold! Although the words are quiet, they are no different from loud speeches in the ears of innate masters. Beilian shrank her head into the monk's robe and covered half of her face with a collar, while the people in the altar with their heads bowed on the side were not calm. The uncontrollable laugh is like a sullen fart.

"What are you laughing at?" Dongfang Xue, the big man who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes were condensed into light, and he saw that the thief in the altar was disrespectful to his idol. Angry dantian, shouted angrily.

"It's nothing, it's just a laughing knife covered in dust." Picking up the righteous begging from the table, the man in the altar took a knife and held it in his hand. With the love knife in hand, the rickety waist seemed to be propped up, and the dog-legged obscenity was suddenly replaced by a sharp knife aura. Of course, it's good to ignore the blue and white color of kidney deficiency on that face.

"What kind of sword is this? The pig-killing knives are a little blunt. The actions of the people in the altar, the bunch of liars had not yet spoken, but they annoyed a snake-faced scholar in the back. Seeing that he was holding a lion-headed treasure knife, it was obvious that he was also coming to apprentice. Seeing the people in the altar dismantling the stage, he immediately had a seizure.

Look up to the sky and laugh, holding the knife in your arms, as if I have never heard such a funny joke about you in my life. "Little thing, this one in my arms is the second treasure knife in Xiwulin. Don't look down on him, he'll be sad. ”

"Whew! Even this rag is also the second in Western Martial Arts, and this Lion King Treasure Knife in my hand is not the first divine weapon in Western Martial Arts? A mouthful of spit spat on the black blade in the arms of the person in the altar, and the sad lotus covered her face. It's off, no matter what, the second brother has to go berserk.

Sure enough, the people in the altar easily dodged the spit, sticky yellow-green puddles on the floor. The person in the altar looked at the knife, and then looked at the beach, the long black knife was held in his hand, and Beilian knew that it was the second brother's knife beckoning.

"Little thing, show your treasure sword!" Feeling the murderous intention, the snake spirit's face changed to a quail in a second, "What do you want to do?" This is Lord Martial Monarch here! ”

"Then you don't have to show it up." The snake spirit ran towards the "Martial Monarch" with his back to the person in the altar, but saw that the "Lord Martial Monarch" turned green. One by one, it was like a fairy dancing, flashing with layers of killing machines. The sound of rushing water was accompanied by a soft sound of "dangchang".

Across a person, in the eyes of others, the people in the altar did not move, and the sword in his arms with his back to his snake spirit face was broken! But the snake spirit's face was unscathed, and not even the corners of his clothes were broken. Half of the blade had fallen to the ground and had been submerged in a puddle of water. Looking up along the water stains, it turned out to be flowing out of the pants of "Lord Wujun".

"You guys, you don't deserve a knife." turned around in a chic manner, the people in the altar looked at each other, and Beilian knew that she also went out with her second brother. When the two of them walked away, the entire tavern lobby was still silent. Until a slight friction cuts through the person's eardrum. Different from the lion-headed treasure knife that was slashed horizontally, the high imitation Jidu knife of "Wujun" was actually split vertically. No one could see how the man in the altar made a move.

Looking at the unkind faces of the surrounding people, "Jun Fengqing", who reacted the fastest, slapped the boss, "Run!" "Seeing that the people who have not yet taken the lead, a bunch of liars ran out of the tavern in a hurry, leaving only the drunken white pig fake "man in the altar" still lying on the ground, abandoned by his accomplices.

Looking at the crowd that looks like zombies are besieging the city, we can think about his fate.