"My son has a magic weapon, how can I be afraid of you, an ignorant rat. I single-handedly took the heart of Jiang Shui, which is enough to ask for merit from the Yin Guozhang. You hairy rooster, think more about how to explain it to Jiang Ji. ”

Ming Qin sneered softly, grabbed Jiang Shuixin's jade hand and made a gesture to leave.

"Anyway, our Bing Xie Sect has spent a lot of effort to deal with the Jiang family, how can we allow you to enjoy the benefits of a fisherman. Leave Jiang Shuixin behind, and Mrs. Ben will let you live. ”

Mrs. Moyu said reasonably, responsibly, and loudly, in the end, she is the sect master, and the advance and retreat are clear, which makes it difficult to refute.

Ming Qin smiled indifferently, the master of the Bing Xie Sect is like a cloud, occupying an absolute advantage, how can he easily let him go before he can fight? This is nothing more than a temptation of words, if he refuses to agree, it will sweep the face of Mrs. Moyu, and Ming Zhe will protect his life, and he will inevitably leak the details, in short, it will be a dead end.

"Madame's words are wrong, Jiang Shuixin is also something I have worked so hard to get, and it is less than ten miles away from the royal city, how can I give it to you plainly. It's better for the two of us to fight a few times and see a real chapter. If Madame can beat me in a move and a half, how about I give up Jiang Shuixin?"

Ming Qin judged the situation and his heart was as clear as a mirror, if the other party rushed up, he would definitely be defeated and invincible. There's still a chance to go it alone. Mrs. Moyu is the head of the Bingxie Sect, her words are full of words, and her cultivation is also the highest, but I don't know if she will respect her identity and refuse to end.

Mo Lan snorted, her eyes slanted with a little disdain. "What skills do you have this kid, how can you be worthy of doing it with your master. It's enough for me to deal with you. ”

"Senior sister Jin Yu's quality, why bother to be like him. This person insulted my Bing Xie Sect, how could I, the young sect master, sit idly by. ”

Yin Pojun couldn't hold it back, and he was about to step forward with the long sword in his hand.

"Wait. Leng Tieyi jumped out with his black wings, shook his head and said, "I have a holiday with this kid, and let me meet him." ”

Yin Pojun frowned slightly, and said unhappily: "Brother Leng, you are not from our Bing Xie Sect after all, so there is no need to meddle in this matter." ”

It turned out that Leng Tieyi and Huang Zishan were both well-known left-handed demons in the city of vain, and they had a lot of dealings with Bing Xiezong because of their coveted beauty of Mo Lan. Madame Moyu wanted to borrow from their Taoism and let it go without interference.

Yin Pojun has also been in love with this junior sister for a long time, and he is naturally very dissatisfied with the dead face behavior of the two of them, but Mo Lan has no way to do anything if he doesn't express his position.

"Brother Pojun's words are wrong. Huang Zishan opened his mouth to help and said: "Everyone is here to serve the Bing Xie Sect, and Brother Po Jun's words are too foreign." ”

The three of them know each other's thoughts about Mo Lan, but Yin Pojun is dignified and the only son of Yin Qilei and his wife, which can be described as a building near the water. Leng and Huang are the same enemies to him, and they are not ambiguous at all.

"I don't think you need to push back and forth, just go up together. So as not to lose time. ”

Ming Qin's words made the four of them angry, and the three corpses were furious. Although the Taoist pays attention to cultivating qi and refining qi, there are not many who can really be calm. Generally speaking, people are the higher the means, the greater the temper, people who advocate force naturally like to use force to solve problems, a disagreement with the fight, in the martial arts is a natural thing. The Taoist is nothing more than raising force to the level of magic.

"The kid is arrogant. ”

Leng Tieyi smiled angrily, using his spiritual power to grasp with both hands, his nails were sharp like bird claws, and the light and flames in his palms were surrounding, and a pair of thunder hammers and thunder wedges were conjured, all of which were not worth a foot, black as heavy iron, faintly some light flowed, and the black wings flew up with a drum, which really looked like a thunder prince.

Leng Tieyi looks ugly, and he really has a bit of real learning. The thunder hammer struck on the thunder wedge, and the electric light burst out from the thunder wedge, hitting the ground, and immediately the earth and stones flew, splitting the trees, and breaking into two pieces violently, the fire was blazing, and the momentum was amazing.

Ming Qin was slightly taken aback, picked up Jiang Shuixin and dodged to dodge. Seeing that the cold iron cloak technique was fierce, the people of the Bing Xie Sect hurriedly dispersed and gave way to a vacant lot so as not to harm the pond fish.

Leng Tieyi was bold, stretched out his wings and only circled at a low altitude, and the thunder wedge continued to burst out of lightning according to Ming Qin, chasing after him, refusing to relax at all.

Ming Qin secretly sneered, the vertebral wedge of the cold iron coat was two inches worse than Mei Yinxue's 'thunder fire and electric light', and it was received as soon as it was fired, lacking changes. It doesn't pose much of a threat to him. However, Jiang Shui's heart and body were delicate, and he trembled in his arms, probably never encountered such a sinister thunder and lightning.

Although the cold iron suit is not to be feared, there are a few Lady Moyu next to him, and only by borrowing the heavy pig armor can he have the power to fight back. But under such a scorching blow, Jiang Shuixin's life is likely to be lost, and he needs a pig armor to save his life.

I knew that I would meet so many strong enemies, and Ming Qin should not have taken her out of the city anyway, but now it is too late to regret it. had no choice but to transfer the divine thoughts, summoning the spirit of the pig and teleporting it into the heart of Jiang Shui.

Suddenly feeling a fiery breath penetrating his body, Jiang Shui suddenly had the illusion of burning his body with a burning flame, and he groaned in pain, and looked up to see the cold iron clothes flying in the air in a vicious manner, and the electric light tore through the darkness, like poisonous insects and beasts, and their faces were hideously devoured.

"Alas, Qinzhi, am I going to die?"

Jiang Shui thought vaguely, a hot breath suddenly rose in his chest, and he suddenly felt ambitious, and wanted to look up to the sky and roar.

The crimson light swirled around the surface of the body, turning into a magnificent armor. Jiang Shuixin perked up and realized that the armor on his body was the one he wore when Ming Qin broke through the wall to save her mother and daughter last time.

Ming Qin stroked her head, her mind turned, and a mask stretched out of the helmet, and with a click, Jiang Shuixin's face was covered, and only two blue holes allowed her eyes to feel the outside world.

The appearance of the hedgehog armor made Mrs. Moyu's eyes light up, and she bowed her head slightly: "Sure enough, it is a treasure armor." What is the origin of this kid, to have such a rare treasure. It's ridiculous that he actually gave up his treasure armor to Jiang Shuixin, the girl with a mortal body and bones. It is 'self-inflicted, and you cannot live.'" ”

"I'm worthy of you. ”

Ming Qin tapped his fingers on her helmet, turned to look at the suspicious cold iron clothes and hooked his fingers.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead. ”

Leng Tieyi's face sank violently, and he struggled to knock on the thunder wedge several times, and the electric light was like a long dragon, continuous, falling down according to Ming Qin's head and face.

Ming Qin smiled indifferently, simply closed his eyes, the fugue mirror hovered in the sea of consciousness, and the soul was flooded with a circle of imperceptible halos, like the surface of the lake blown by the breeze, which seemed quiet and deep.

The electric light crisscrossed and hit Ming Qin without reservation, and the sound of the sound was so loud that even the iron man could split. (To be continued.) )