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The group chat was quiet, and the flowers halfway through the flowers sent a word of careful listening, and then there was no movement.

"The world's fingering, Gusu is the most, among which there are good at fingering Yan Zhao family, Gongsun family, Bosa Temple ......"

First of all, I analyzed the forces that are good at fingering in the world, worthy of being born into a famous family, and have received the most orthodox education, so I can do it easily.

Zhuo Yun spoke extremely fluently, and continued with a smile on his face: "In the past hundred years, there have been two fingering masters in the Immortal Gate, which can be called Taishan Beidou. ”

"One is my maternal ancestor, the Flying Sage, whose fingering attainments needless to say, everyone should have heard of it. ”

"One is ......"

Zhuo Yun's voice paused.

"One is, Pujia Ancestor Li Changqing. ”

"The fingering secret technique of the ancestor also comes from my aunt Su Zhuo's family, as for whether there is another mystery, my juniors are not good at judging. ”

Zhuo Yun's face was neither happy nor sad.

Li Jing couldn't tell his current mood, and hearing his name from Zhuo Yun's mouth was very subtle.

"Under the two fingering masters, there is also the Puji monk of the Posa Temple......"

Zhuo Yun roughly analyzed the famous fingermen over the past hundred years.

It's not bad, at least it's a good start, Li Jingxin said.

"Shan Yang refers to the single yang finger passed down from my ancestors a hundred years ago, and has been passed down to all sects, and the single yang finger of the Yan Zhao family pays attention to strength, and every blow has sufficient spiritual power......"

Zhuo Yun entered the topic.

"The single yang of the Gongsun family is mainly skillful, and the ...... is broken by skill"

"However, our Gusu Zhuo family's understanding of the single yang finger is a little different, paying attention to the Lingxi finger, interspersed with other secret techniques, flexible and changeable......"

A junior explained the meaning of fingering, Li Jing couldn't listen to it, but as long as he heard Zhuo Yun's voice, he was extremely calm.

In his heart, Zhuo Yun is like the continuation of Sister A's life.

After talking for an hour, Zhuo Yun stopped.

There were words of thanks in the group chat.

Shan Yang refers to the fact that he is originally from the Gusu Zhuo family, and from Zhuo Yun's descendant, there will definitely be something that makes people feel it.

Zhuo Yun glanced at the list of members in the room, seemed to think of something, tidied up his clothes, and clenched his fists: "Please ask the ancestor for advice." ”

She was very curious about who this old ancestor was, and the comments she gave in her post on martial arts were actually the same as those of her grandfather.

Quiet......

There was a sudden silence in the group chat.

Ancestor?

Is it so difficult that there is really an ancestor-level character here? Doesn't the flower bloom half that person is a liar?

But thinking of Zhuo Yun's identity, maybe there really is.

Before hearing the day, everyone stared at the name and forgot about the ancestor.

Only half of the flowers bloomed, and my mouth was wide open, what did I do?

He seems to be calling a liar to an ancestor-level figure?

It must not be true! Hua Hua was halfway through and shuddered for a while, and said to himself, who would be so bored to come here? Zhuo Yun wants someone to point out the secret arts, and it is estimated that a large number of masters of the Zhuo family are willing to line up.

Li Jing didn't expect Zhuo Yun to come to this show.

Fingers are clicked on the sky, but what is typed is not the content of the review.

Forget the ancestor: "Why do you mention Li Changqing?"

Quiet!

The group chat was frighteningly quiet.

Everyone knows that although Li Changqing is from the Gusu Zhuo family, he has an endless relationship with the Gusu Zhuo family.

Zhuo Yun also seemed to be a little hesitant, but still spoke: "My grandfather regards Pujia Ancestor as a rebel and the most hated enemy......

From Zhuo Yun's mouth, Li Jing's heart was like a painful pain.

"But ......" Zhuo Yun's voice changed: "My grandmother left her last words before she died. ”

"No matter how the world slanders him and slanders him, even the Gusumen people are embarrassed by him, but I am not allowed to hate him in this vein, if one day it is ......"

Li Jing was shocked in his heart, and Sister actually left her last words.

In the middle of the day, before Zhuo Yun's words were finished, the entire room behind her trembled, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the wall, like invisible ripples, accompanied by the sound of the tide.

Everyone was stunned, what happened to Zhuo Yun?

In the Tianting projection, the room behind Zhuo Yun instantly collapsed and was shattered.

Zhuo Yun didn't seem to expect this to happen, the small buildings of the Gusu Zhuo family were all guarded by formations, their faces were full of surprise, they stayed there, there was no one around, and her room disappeared entirely.

From the sky, it can be seen that Zhuo Yun is like standing on an empty field.

This......

Not only did they hear a hundred-year-old secret, but they didn't finish it, but they also saw an incredible scene.

Who would dare to do it at Gusu Zhuo's house?

It's incredible.

Li Jing's eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes seemed to be about to pass through the screen of Tianting to see the other end, the blue sea tide of Gusu Zhuo's family!

The strength is controlled so precisely!

Zhuo Feiyang's hatred for him has never subsided even if a hundred years have passed!

However, when he mentioned him, he descended to Shengwei! If Zhuo Yun is not the descendant of Sister A, I am afraid that ......

Zhuo Yun seemed to have thought of something, stomped her feet coquettishly, curled her mouth as if she had a small oil bottle hanging on her mouth, and saluted to the sky: "Ancestor!"

Hiss!

Except for Li Jing, they were all stunned.

In the middle of the day, next to Zhuo Yun, there were people rushing from all directions! It was a Gusumen person!

Zhuo Yun then remembered that Tianting was still projecting, so she quickly turned off Tianting.

An ordinary sermon may shock the entire fairy net, and this night, the fairy net is destined to be unpeaceful.

Li Jing silently looked at the sky that was already blank.

He didn't expect that today, a hundred years later, he would still hear the news of Sister A from the mouths of Sister A's descendants.

Sister Ah would leave such a last word in the end.

Li Jing suddenly laughed, what if the world scolded him and cursed him, what if everyone betrayed his relatives and left.

There is one more person who does not blame him!

That's enough!

It's a sleepless night!

Dongxuan Dynasty, the imperial city of Qingyang, Wuhou Mansion.

A slender young man in pajamas stared at the sky stunned, he not only saw an ancestor, but also scolded a few liars, and also saw Shengwei?

The young man slapped him in the face, it hurt!

Shocked by Le, the door was pushed open with a bang.

"After a round of flowers, I saw your room from afar and the sky was flashing, and you should be crazy in your ears when I said it?"

After hearing the words, the whole body was shocked.

"What is the difference between playing and listening in the middle of the night!

The person who came was a capable woman, wearing a suit of military leather armor.

"You are a descendant of Wuhou, and you are going to go to the battlefield in the future, with your current cultivation, how will you lead my Dongxuan soldiers in the future?"

The woman scolded loudly.

"Instead of letting you die on the battlefield for no reason in the future and lose the face of my Dongxuan Twelve Martial Marquis, it is better for me to whip you to death now. ”

The woman held a flaming whip in her hand, and the smoke billowed and the flames flickered.

"Immortal Treasure Yanyun?, Hua Xumei, are you really here?" Hua was startled.

What answered him was the bursting flames, and Hua Xumei whipped it over: "Eldest sister, this is for your good, if you don't fight, you won't be angry!"

"Hua Xumei, you are enough, I am also a descendant of Wuhou, I know clearly that you are teaching my brother-in-law, and I don't know that I think you are smoking your dog. ”

"The descendants of the Twelve Martial Marquis have someone like you who doesn't know how to make progress?

"Why is there no one like me? Triumphant, the two descendants of the Bloody Clothes are similar to me!"

"You...... I'm so angry, I have to smoke you to death today, and I'll go to kill those two guys after I finish pumping, the three evils of the imperial city? It's just a shame on my Eastern Xuanwu Marquis!"

On this night, in the Qingyang Imperial City of the Eastern Xuan Dynasty, the Flame Hou Mansion, one of the twelve martial marquis, ignited a monstrous flame.

Flames, triumph, bloody clothes, the legendary three marquis who followed Li Changqing to conquer the world a hundred years ago, but now the descendants are called the three evils of the imperial city, which is a little unbearable!