Chapter 228: Alchemist
But at this moment, she saw a figure, which seemed to be a figure that had come out of nowhere, in front of her, the majestic and tall figure, like an iron tower, protected her behind her.
Nine said, "But, why are there no rats with these things?"
"Good..."
Seeing Xie Yifeng's heroic image at noon, he usually ran away, and the dark-skinned Dahan roared angrily.
"Yes, but we have a contract that has been supplied, and it will take a few weeks to negotiate if we want to get a new project, but if we lower the price, we should be able to get a few ads right away. ”
Therefore, Qiao Zhen is now seizing the time, not wasting a little time to be able to practice martial arts, and pure yuan gong is a practice of cultivating internal force, and the foundation of all martial arts lies in internal force, so the strength of internal force directly represents strength.
Ah Shu handed the letter to Meng Ge, and Meng Ge laughed after reading it: "Ah Shu, what important content did you smear in the letter?"
Qiao Zhen slowly closed his eyes, he couldn't bear to look at it anymore, they didn't lack courage, but in front of the strength noodles, what was the use of courage?
"Uncle, you have to cherish it!"
Maybe it was because he slept on a cold bed in a cave since he was a child and the bed in the room was warm, or maybe it was because he was in a hurry for days and the journey was tiring, Qiao Zhen kept sleeping until noon, and only woke up from his sleep when the son came to shout in person.
This alchemy room was set up and enough of these medicinal materials were placed. It's just that as you can see now, the dozens of alchemists in this alchemy room have been reading the scriptures day and night, and they have not been able to practice the elixir of immortality for me. ”
Qiao Zhen is also listening, this kind of music can't help but be listened to by anyone. He suddenly found that the room, which was originally full of alcohol, had actually become full of aroma.
The autumn wind kills, and the maple leaves are as bright red as fire, and they abound into a prairie fire.
Qiao Zhen sat at the table near the entrance, intentionally or unintentionally, he would always turn his head to look at the door, and when he saw Xiyun and Red Sleeves, he nodded slightly, and Red Sleeves hurriedly twitched his hands, but immediately knew that Qiao Zhen was not waiting for Xiyun.
At this time, Chen Yang looked at this side from a distance, sneering in his heart, thinking that you were rampant when you recorded it yesterday, but today, the prototype will appear, wait for it, as soon as the viewership population is released, your seventh group will be disbanded.
Before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Qiao Xu: "Move, talk, follow me!
This is a trump card program of 11 stations, which is made by Chen Yang, and Director Sun praised it alone: "Chen Manufacturing, there is progress, I hope you will make persistent efforts." ”
Before he finished speaking, Yu Fengniang, who was still wearing a hood, kicked him hard.
Taoyuan Mountain coincides with the middle zone between Suzhou City and Nanzhen Fusi, even though the imperial court knows that there is a group of rivers and lakes hidden on this Taoyuan Mountain, but it is also slow to attack this Taoyuan Mountain. First, the Donglin Party people in the Jiangnan area and the green forest heroes in the Taoyuan Mountain were dissatisfied with Wei Zhongxian's dictatorship, and the so-called enemy of the enemy was a friend. Second, not all of them are the pawns of the eunuch Wei Zhongxian, and some of them are full of pride in the rivers and lakes, and they also show a little respect for those people in the Taoyuan Mountains.
"Okay, the sweat is out! Rest for a while!" the mother was heartbroken and handed over the water.
Qiao Zhen didn't ask Mo Yourong why there was a courtyard in Guijiang City, nor did he ask how her reputation spread in the rivers and lakes, was it really because of its beauty that there was that poem, everyone has their own secrets, Qiao Zhen didn't want to get to the bottom of it.
Xiyun also knew the result, but he was only able to take a risk, tiptoe a little more, and flew backwards again, but slightly changed his look.
Qiao Xu just got up at this time, and saw several musicians falling to the ground, the special grandson master was on all fours, his body twitched from time to time, and He Wenquan, who was empty, was walking with red eyes, and took out the golden gourd hammer he was carrying.
This book with similar notes was written after he became a monk, and he was familiar with the martial arts of the Xiaoyao School, the Murong family, and the three Shaolin families, and after following the unknown old monk, his understanding of martial arts from the unknown old monk entered a new realm. In addition to studying Buddhism, the nameless old monk often discusses martial arts with him and Xiao Yuanshan, the three of them are the top masters in martial arts and what they have learned is more different, the three stinkers are also on the top of Zhuge Liang, the three martial arts are discussed together, and finally the nameless old monk is also greatly inspired, and he has turned what he has learned all his life into a [Jiuyang Sutra] Written in the name of the Bodhidharma Patriarch in the Lenga Sutra, Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan also blended what they had learned in their lives from his Jiuyang Divine Skills fragments into different martial arts, and Murong Bo comprehended the most suitable martial arts for the Murong family.
But just like that, he was also very satisfied, knowing that he had reached a bottleneck, and it would be difficult to stop any longer practicing, so he put away his sword and flew towards the center of the mulberry forest.
There were shallow tear stains on her plain makeup, and looking at her, it seemed that she was also frightened by the mysterious flower thief.
In a short period of time, nearly half of the eighty dart masters have died.
"Grandma, Zheng'er is here for you. ”
The dart master's eyes were red, and he roared, and he continued to carry on, raising his sword and riding in the dark. The gap in strength is too big, those with good kung fu can still hold up a few moves, and those with bad kung fu are directly provoked by a halberd and die on the spot.
Qin Xin's eyes were on Qiao Chen, and he said slowly: Qin Xin is waiting for Ling Gongzi here, I want to ask Ling Gongzi to take Qin Xin to the Valley of Sadness, and I hope that Ling Gongzi will not refuse, the grace of guiding the way, Qin Xin will never forget it.
"This stone monster said he was stupid, but he was stupid. Qiao Zhen scolded secretly, his brain was spinning, and he suddenly thought of a method, picked up a pile of open loess, and shouted: "The wind comes." ”
The more Su Yuerou tested Qiao Xu, the more suspicious the look on her face became, and at the same time, she also discovered the reason why he was able to dissolve the power of the boiling blood.
Knowing the return to the body, he did not choose to mix the elixir into his hands, but directly into his mouth.
Qiao Zhen was blunt, and did not save face for Wu Xinming at all.
"Poof," Qiao Zhen suddenly had a feeling of wanting to vomit blood, to be honest, Qiao Zhen really had a desire to kill the old man in his heart now, but thinking about his own strength, it was better to forget it! lest he be killed by the old man when he got it.
So the two of them started to collect the bodies of the people in the Qi class, and they were divided into one and carried them to the side hall. The two of them picked up the brothers and sisters in the Qi class who had been together for many years, and their hearts were simply broken. After picking up, several people sat on the ground, and said to Feng Niang silently: "A few brothers, I heard that those statues of the Heavenly King in Houpo are quite spiritual, do you want us to go and worship?"
In the cold moonlight, a long black shadow came from the moon.
But in the last hundred years.