With the two words that Lord Ning said, the voice was as small as a gnat, and I am afraid that even she herself could not hear it, but what kind of character is this old Tao?

When Yuqingguan incense was at its peak, the girl who asked for a sign and asked for a hexagram here every day was not twenty but eighteen.

Both hands passed a jasper stick holder, and there were about fifty or sixty six-inch jade sticks quietly placed in the tube, but I couldn't see which one was the best choice?

Lord Yi Ning carefully held the jasper stick holder with both hands, as if holding the second half of his life. I was worried for a long time, and only when the blush on my face faded did I muster up the courage to shake it.

After a few gentle shakes, a white jade stick flew out of the tube and landed on the pu grass mat in front of him, and with the heart of the county lord of Ning, it seemed that it also flew out with the jade stick.

Just when the lord of Ningjun bent down to pick up the jade stick, something happened suddenly!

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Under the banner of praying for his grandfather, the lord of Ningjun actually went to Yunqingguan to ask for a marriage sign, such a private and embarrassing thing naturally doesn't want others to know, even if it is his own brother, if it is accidentally passed out, I am afraid that she will never see anyone again.

She let Yu Zhongqian, Shi Zhiyi, and the two little tails of the Fu family stay in the Sanqing Palace, and even Chen Zhiyi and the guards repeatedly told them not to follow. Everyone didn't know what medicine was sold in her mysterious gourd, but anyway, the Guanyin Hall was next to the Sanqing Palace, so they were not worried, while admiring the various murals in this hall and the solemn Sanqing Dao Ancestor, while quietly waiting for the return of the county lord Yining.

But a quarter of an hour has passed, but the county lord of Yi Ning still has no movement, and Fu Xianzhou, the youngest in the hall, is anxious first: "What did Sister Yi Ning do, she hasn't come back yet, she is mysterious, and a few of us are not allowed to follow." ”

Shi Zhiyi was also a little bored waiting, so he answered: "I'll take a look." Another little tail, Fu Xianchen, said: "But she told us a thousand times just now not to let us follow...... If we go over, my sister will be annoyed. ”

Before the words fell, he saw that Shi Zhiyi had already left the door of the main hall.

And Shi Zhiyi had just stepped into the gate of the Guanyin Palace, but he happened to see a gray figure swooping down from the beam of the main hall like a giant eagle, and was grabbing Yu Yining, who was bending down to pick up jade sticks!

"Yi Ning, flash mob!" Shi Zhiyi was in a hurry, and his right hand punched out directly, which was the second of the eight styles of Beiyuan that he had practiced diligently these days-Fengyue Xian!

The fist was silent, as if the wind was light, and even the atmosphere of slaughter in the hall was thrown out of the clouds.

Like a breeze, quiet and distant.

But just like the one punch that killed Da Xi Mengze that night, this seemingly non-threatening punch contains extraordinary power!

And unlike that night, when he and Da Xi Mengze competed in martial arts, seeing that gray shadow pounced on Lord Yi Ning, who knew nothing and was bending down to pick up something, Shi Zhiyi's punch did not leave any hands, and he exerted his twelve points of skill!

With Shi Zhiyi's realm of breaking dawn and the eight styles of Beiyuan summarized by the essence of Old Man Fu's life, if this punch is solid, it will be a martial artist in the late stage of the cold window like Sun Weiqing, I am afraid that I will vomit blood three liters!

When Lord Yi Ning heard Shi Zhiyi's shout, he turned his head and saw Shi Zhiyi rushing in his direction, and at the same time, a gray shadow fell from the sky, covering the sky, like a huge dark cloud, covering all the sky above his head!

Lord Ning was shocked in her heart, but with her cultivation that was only in the bone forging stage, how could she escape from the palm of the gray shadow? For some reason, her first reaction was not to dodge, but to hold the jade stick that fell to the ground tightly in her hand.

The gray shadow also heard the shout, turned his head and saw Shi Zhiyi, for some reason, he actually made a strange turn in the air, left the county lord of Yining, and grabbed Shi Zhiyi! The cheetah that was hunting suddenly found a more delicious and fat lamb! Or, his original target was Shi Zhiyi!

The fists and claws intersected, Shi Zhiyi felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest by a thousand pound hammer, spurting out blood beads all over the sky, and the whole person flew out upside down like a cannonball, slamming on the door axis of the Guanyin Palace, knocking down half of the entire temple door!

And his breezy but murderous punch really dissipated into the air like a gust of wind. Different from the surprise and sensation when the first style of the Beiyuan Eight Style met Huan when it came out, the second style Fengyue Xian's first appearance in this world was in vain, not only failed to hurt the other party, but even the other party's sleeves failed to hurt a bit. It can be seen that the gap in martial arts cultivation between the two is like a world of difference!

took Shi Zhiyi's punch so easily,

What kind of realm is this man in gray!?

"Carving insect skills, but also dare to get an axe. Today's young people really don't know how thick the sky is. The gray-clothed man gently brushed down his sleeves, looked at Shi Zhiyi, who was trying to get up in the ruins at the temple gate, and walked towards him.

At this time, Shi Zhiyi finally saw the face of the gray-clothed man, but a gray mask covered the parts below his eyes tightly, and he could only see from the dense wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that the person was at least sixty years old. Obviously, the man in gray was cautious enough and didn't want people to see his appearance.

More than ten figures passed in from the smoke-filled palace gate, and it was Chen Zhiyi, the leader of the guards, a group of guards, and Yu Zhongqian and others. Seeing the gray-clothed man walking towards Shi Zhiyi, and the county lord of Yining who was still squatting there behind the gray-clothed man, Chen Zhiyi was in a hurry, and he drove straight with his sword, and rushed towards the gray-clothed man.

No matter what the reason is, putting the county lord in danger is a dereliction of duty on his part as the leader of the guard! This kind of dereliction of duty is absolutely unacceptable to Chen Zhiyi, who has always been strict and careful!

As a mid-stage martial artist, Chen Zhiyi's angry sword was amazing, and between the blade and the air, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder!

However, just when the tip of the sword was only a foot away from the gray-clothed man, a sharp pain suddenly came from Chen Zhiyi's mind, and there was a sudden darkness in front of him!

The menacing sword in his hand was flicked away by the gray-clothed man's fingers at will, and before Chen Zhiyi could recover from the severe pain in his mind, his body had been shaken away by the gray-clothed man's palm, and like Shi Zhiyi, he fell towards the palace gate.

Chen Zhiyi, who was in the middle of his debut in the middle of the hall, was not the enemy of the gray-clothed man!

Chen Zhiyi, whose body was still in the air, spit out two words "into...... St. "

The gray-clothed man in front of him turned out to be a saint-inspiring powerhouse!