Ren Shang Nan Tang was stubborn, ordering Mei Jian did not sell any thin noodles, and he was paralyzed on Shang Nan Tangerine unhappily and did not fly.

Shang Nancheng sighed, after all, the depth of a sword is not something that ordinary people can play. Bypassing the hazy and sleepy Chen Zhen, his hand on the trunk of the tree, leaning down and really about to fall, a blue and white white-soled boot kicked Shang Nantang's head hard!

"Good!"

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, let alone once he is ashamed and wanton and happy.

Shang Nan Tang was careless, the gutter overturned, and hurriedly used the plum in his hand to prop up the tree trunk, scraping up the elm tree debris and splashing around, pulling out a straight line, and slowly falling, but it was not enough.

"Bang!"

Buttocks hit the ground, sitting out of a circle of flying dust, the branches and gravel below the flesh, hot and sour in the groin.

"I ...... Depend on! Chen! Chen nerd, you have lost all the cheeks of the readers. Hiss! Shang Nan's orange face was bitter gourd, and his little hand touched his buttocks. Don't dare to be impatient, take a breath, and put it aside. The pants are all grinding out of flowers, and they all have lumps!

His brows flew, how could he stop, and kicked on the elm tree, to kick the bad seed above. As soon as the foot stretched out, it pulled to the crotch of his pants and tore the sore spot, so he had to stop, but his mouth did not stop.

The gentleman above held the tree with both hands, and let the southeast and northwest wind blow, and there was a breeze from the trunk of the tree.

"A nerd who doesn't grow up in a dead study!"

"Having a baby is a loser!"

"Poor worm who has been lonely all his life!"

……

As soon as Shang Nancheng opened his mouth, he didn't care who the gentleman's wife on the tree was, and he scolded fiercely.

Unexpectedly, Chen Zhen was not afraid of this, hiding holy words in his chest, reciting scriptures in his mouth, and keeping it pure.

"You...... I, you! ”

Shang Nantang's mouth was a little numb, and he didn't want to give up, holding the trunk with one hand, and smoke was coming out of his throat.

He was about to take a break and argue with the nerd in the tree again, when there was a confused voice behind him.

"You're talking about me?"

His voice was gentle, and Shang Nan was so tired that he couldn't tell the difference, "Huh? Oh! ”

I turned my head and saw a sick boy. With a pale face, he can be handsome, but his brain is not good, and he still holds a fan in autumn. Yo, this is Shang Nantang's favorite kind of "meal ticket", maybe he was fascinated by the Qinglou Yingying.

Before the sentence "Who are you" could be taken out, a woman jumped out behind the child. The woman's cheeks were red, her collar was a little messy, and her chest was wrinkled in particular—yes, she didn't need to go to the Qinglou to find comfort, she took it with her.

"Hahaha, Luo puppy, you also have today!" The woman smiled so much that her waist was showing, the nickname of "Luo Puppy" spread far and wide, and there was a mystery hidden between the necklines, and Shang Nancheng was stupid for a while.

"Okay, red beans, you hurt my heart......" Luo Shenji covered his forehead with a fan, holding back his sadness and wanting to convuls, but after aging for a long time, he held back two "whoops".

Red beans don't eat this trick, and laugh even more. Luo Shenji also found that this appearance was unseemly, coughed, and saw that this little girl's skin was so unsympathetic, and her hanging left hand went straight to the neckline of red beans. Red Bean was startled and jumped backwards, leaving that hand empty.

Red Bean steadied his body, and when he straightened his face again, he was already angry, puffing up his face and peaches, but he saw that there was another obscene thing not far away.

"Phew, men don't have a good thing!"

As soon as the words came out, the wind stopped and the trees were quiet.

"......" Chen Zhen plucked his ears and was confused.

Luo Shenji's straightened left hand grabbed the air a few times and took it back as if nothing happened, looked at Shang Nan Tang in front of him, and said awe-inspiringly, "Okay, you are a little slippery head, you are young and colored, you should fight!" ”

Shang Nan blushed and wanted to refute, but he found that his face was hot. But the first and second must always be clearly distinguished, "Neurotic!" ”

"Hahaha......" red beans walked far away and vacated the venue, but to see how this big and small color embryos bite each other.

"Good! Little ghost, report the name, and my brother's subordinates don't cut the night. Luo Shen Ji took a step forward, the fan was open, and the "God Machine" of the Vermilion Wild Grass.

The "magic machine" covers the face, leaving a gap between the eyes, and a pair of phoenix eyes is the most charming. Luo Shenji is very satisfied with this line, with an elm forest behind him, stepping on thick soil, facing the sky, and a small mouth, he is majestic when he thinks about it.

The little ghost in front of him didn't wait to see him, leaning against the tree, squinting, so serious. Luo Shenji hurriedly raised his eyebrows and blinked, wanting to ask for a compliment.

Don't give! Shang Nan Tang yawned, once again verified the idea that "the other side is a neurotic", and said sickly, "Oh, your grandfather Shang Nan Tang is also." ”

Ten years of kung fu drama are all rewarded to the blind, vulgar!

If you don't open this little ghost's eyes, he will be uncomfortable. With a calm expression, the fan was hidden behind him, and the person hurried and ran towards Shang Nantang.

Shang Nan Tangerine shuriken was mentioned, his body shape remained unchanged, and he stabbed out with the plum sword, and wanted to decorate his pale face with red makeup. Luo Shen machine ran more than once, the left hand fan was changed to the right hand, the fan bent over the wind, "hey" cut some plum sword, cut out "Ding Ding" neatly.

Shang Nan Tang has the spirit, and he has the strength in his hands to break the paper fan. But no, the god fan the white paper noodles, the bamboo as the bone, and the plum sparks, there is no decline. The fan bone and the tip of the sword hit twelve "dings", and the white paper fanned the fire in the middle, and slapped the Dianmei sword Ling Ran away by six points.

Annoyed by the fan, Shang Nan Tang turned his right hand, and the tip of the sword was even worse. Dianmei was ordered to compete sharply with the fan bone, how could the Luo Shen machine be as expected, the paper showed weakness, and the fan bone took the opportunity to bite the sword body of Dianmei and quickly closed it. Luo Shenji grabbed the handle of the Shenji fan, and was proud between his eyebrows, and wanted to tear off the Dianmei sword.

Grandma's Bear! Shang Nan Tang kicked on the trunk of the tree, rushed forward, and flew up a few meters with strength. His hand did not relax, he clasped the hilt of the sword, pressed forward with his body, pulled out a curved arc, and stroked down to the door of the Luo Shen machine.

"Ahh Luo Shenji's small mouth deflated, and the Shenji fan abandoned the coldness in his mouth and flew into the savior.

Dianmei Jian was at ease, and he was full of murderous intentions, churning in the hands of Shang Nantang. The sword was blocked by Luo Shenji, but it also made him unbearable and took two steps back. As soon as he took two steps back, Shang Nan took advantage of this gap of one and a half to fly and kick in the air, turning around less than a circle, and goodbye was already the most momentum of the next slash!

"......" Chen Zhen sat on a high place, and saw it most clearly, the sword of the flying body already had a meaning in the broom of the old god Ge with a sword by the strength of the fall.

Hongdou yawned, it doesn't matter who wins or loses between the two dogs. Of course, Hongdou thought about it, and hoped that this handsome countryman was the one who won, who called Shang Nan Tangerine better, and Luo Puppy was more disgusting......

"Don't play, don't play......" The magic machine fanned open, changed its weakness, one left and right, a dozen vicious dogs dotted Mei, and a shot of the murderous lord Shang Nantang.

Dianmei Jian was in this area, lost his head, and reluctantly split on the ground on the left side of the Luo Shen machine, eating soil with hatred. Shang Nan Tang was even more aggrieved, the scenery was instantaneous, and the back of his neck was slapped by Luo Shenji, and he coughed.

These Shang Nan oranges can still bear it, but the most deceptive thing is Luo Shenji's next kick. This foot was fluttering, but it was stepping on Shang Nantang's back, and with another force, Shang Nantang's body supported by his hands was pressed to the ground.

"Is it wrong?" Luo Shenji leaned down, and the magic machine fan in his hand shook. Lowered his face, smiled, and saw that the one under his feet was not convinced, and the magic fan was a hammer, hitting Shangnan orange brain melon.

"You...... Day you mother! "Shang Nantang's whole body is the most authentic sword immortal with this mouth.

"That's not good."

Luo Shen machine fought again, Shang Nan Tang topped again, and the two of them were strong.

Luoshen machine east a chestnut, west a hammer has a greasy taste "admit your mistake, this young master will let you go, don't ......"

Before he finished speaking, Shang Nan Tang got a gap, got up, and flipped the Luo Shen machine on his back to the ground. Learn the style of the Roselle machine and kick it in the chest of the Roselle machine. Pull out the sword of Dianmei, point Mei to be ashamed, and point to Luo Shenji's face for three points.

"Day you old mother! Is it wrong? Shang Nan Tangerine is better than blue out of blue, and without waiting for the sick ghost under his feet to reply, the shuriken made a fan and slapped it on the pale face, causing a blush.

"Wow, Xiaoxia forgives, wrong, wrong!" The familiar crying voice, Luo Shenji knows the current affairs best.

This made Shang Nancheng stunned, he didn't know whether to fight or not, and he had to be reminded by the red bean not far away - "Master Shang, you want to avenge the slave family!" A good woman from the slave family, let him be taken captive, woo ......"

The red bean jade hand in the yellow finch maid's skirt hid her face and cried, I saw you pitiful.

What a ruthless woman! The corners of Chen Zhen's mouth twitched.

Luo Shenji was stunned, how could he still have the previous demeanor, and he moved his hands to refute, but he was greeted with the anger of the three-inch Mei.

"Scum!" Shang Nan Tang can not care whether it is true or not, and he is ordered to beg the thief.

"Ge San,, don't look at it! My good uncle......" Roselle shouted with a long neck.

I saw a sloppy old man sitting on a branch watching a play on a tree branch, but he was shouted out by this voice, and he lifted his pants in a panic, and the cat got up to leave.

It was the sword leader Ge San Ye.

Luo Shenji turned his head with difficulty, his face was aggrieved, his eyes were full of tears, seeing that this last hope was about to slip away, Yin Yin looked forward to changing to Zhengrong, "Ge Lao Wei ......"

Ge San ignored it, and had already jumped over a few elm trees.

"Grandpa, wrong! This is Lai's letter, don't go. The plum sword dangled on his face, and Luo Shenji had no confidence.

"I also want to take care of it, although this kid is my apprentice, he is the most stubborn." Ge San closed the figure and spread his hands.

Luo Shen saw that there was a play, who cared about the anachronistic rules, "Qingzhou Governor Xu Jia led 6,000 soldiers in Qingzhou to encircle and suppress Qingshan the day after tomorrow; There are a few people in the sky who don't want you to go to the north, and there are also soldiers waiting for you, and there are a few on the list of grandmasters. ”

Ge San's figure was faint, and he had already squatted beside Luo Shenji when he saw goodbye, and he thought that there was an extra thing blocking his eyes, so he slapped it with one palm. Dianmei flew upside down, and Shang Nan Tangerine smashed directly on the elm tree where he had rested before.

How can there be the limelight of Ge San's "pro-apprentice" in his mouth.

"Why didn't you say it earlier, let the virtuous nephew suffer, oops......" Ge Sanyi helped the lying Luo Shen Ji well, patted Luo Shen Ji on the back, and sighed.

"So, what about her?" Ge San asked suddenly.

Luo Shen felt better, and looked up at Ge San, who was suddenly serious.

The sword fairy is old, can he still eat?

"The ...... will come. ”

Ge San didn't say anything more.

Shang Nan Tangerine was not happy, and was stunned by this sudden slap.

", neurotic!"

———Isn't this a group of neurotics!