Hai Mingzhu looked at Ling Jian and couldn't help covering his mouth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info In a fit of anger just now, she forgot that Shiqiu Wadang was a person, and the patriarch would not let Hui'er go to the battlefield easily, knowing that Hui'er was her lifeline. However, this arrow appeared, indicating that there were some emergencies on the front line, and Hui'er needed to go to the town.

Although Li Hui has never revealed his true skills, Hai Mingzhu and Shiqiu Wadang, as the closest people, will not be so stupid that they can't even see a little eyebrows. To be honest, the biggest common topic between the two is to guess what skills their son and godson have, and even secretly arranged a test, but the results were never made public.

Since Shiqiu Wadang wants Li Hui to go, it means that the matter is really urgent, even to the point of no return.

"Grandma, I'll take a look!" Li Hui put down the teacup, he hadn't moved his muscles for more than seven years from the age of eight to today, and the last time he shot against the barbarian king was not a shot, it was just a spell cast in the air!

In the past seven years, he has continued to refine his bloodline, relying on sharing longevity with the dragon vein, and has obtained a recovery speed similar to that of a barbarian king, and at the same time, he has cultivated the five yuan ginseng combination to the extreme, and even cultivated the cold eagle claw method to the transformation realm, and he is still quite confident in going out.

"Okay, Hui'er, you have to be careful, it is rumored that the nine-tailed fox is the most powerful tribe in the monsoon plain, and it shouldn't be out of nowhere. "Hai Mingzhu is not an ordinary woman in the end, she can afford to put it down. The mother and mother had a conversation before, and the child proposed to go out for a trip next year, which made her suddenly realize that her son had grown up, and the young eagle must learn to spread its wings and soar in order to become an eagle.

Coincidentally, just after the two of them negotiated, this arrow arrived!

Hai Mingzhu has realized that the stakes are very high, maybe the Shiqiu tribe will be wiped out overnight! In the history of the Monsoon Plains, it is not without such examples, if it is not in an extreme predicament, Yishiqiu Wadang's temperament will not let a child pass, at least in her thoughts, Li Hui will always be a child.

The light and shadow flickered, and Li Hui was no longer at the table.

"This kid has slipped his head since he was a child, even if he overestimates a lot, he still hides his strength!" Hai Mingzhu looked at the teacup on the table with his son on the table thoughtfully, and after a while he came back to his senses and said: "Lichao, when will you return? Do you know that we have such an excellent son? The slaughter family is all over the house, I thought you were back, but ...... Things don't seem to be as simple as I thought. My son has always been very good, and it's because he's so good! ”

Besides, Li Hui moved quickly with the stone ball in his hand, and it was only half a cup of tea, like a gust of wind approaching the front line, looking at the camp of the stone ball tile from a distance, and the hanging heart was put down.

People are still alive, although the situation is not optimistic, but they are alive.

With a "bang", he had already penetrated the big tent, and when he boarded, two mottled stone swords slashed left and right, Li Hui raised his hand and pressed it lightly like a prophet, and the sword was half a foot away from him and could not advance a single inch.

"Who is it?" On the left is a one-eyed young man, and on the right is a red-haired woman, the two of them want to draw their swords and stab again, but when they see the handsome face, they are shocked: "It's you, Shiqiu Zihui!"

"Hehe, of course it's me. Li Hui walked to the couch, watched for a moment, and said, "Uncle Wadang's injuries are not light! The enemy is a little powerful, half sneak attack and half frontal attack, in short, the speed is very fast. When encountering this kind of enemy who is known for its speed, if the skin is not thick enough, it is easy to become a prey, and it is a blessing to be able to pick up a life!"

"Stone Ball Zihui, you...... You can stop our sword?" the red-haired woman was surprised, and only now did she regain her senses.

The one-eyed young man rolled up his blindfold, he was not blind in one eye, but this eye was quite peculiar, and at this moment he suddenly looked at the stone ball Zihui who had never paid attention to it.

This eye has five colors around the pupil, red, orange, yellow, green, and purple, and when it is turned, it can see through most of the disguises in the world. As the guard of the stone ball tile, he suspected that this stone ball purple glow was fake.

The real Shiqiu Zihui relied on the power of his grandmother to live leisurely in the tribe, how could he be a master? The patriarch did issue an arrow before he fell unconscious, but when he calculated the time, the arrow had just arrived in the tribe, and Shiqiu Zihui ran to death ten wildebeest after he went on the road, and it was fast to arrive here in five days, this person must have a problem.

"Split the sky, split the brocade, stand up!" Li Hui waved his hand, and there were two bangs, and stone claws poked out of the ground, just catching the two of them, only their heads were exposed, and no matter how they struggled, they couldn't break through the restraints.

"Who the hell are you?" the alien-eyed young man yelled.

"Mute!" Li Hui glanced at him, and was surprised to find that he had forgotten how to shout, this person was terrifying!

Leveling the brothers and sisters of the Split Family who were saved by Shiqiu Wadang a few years ago, Li Hui came to the couch and patted Shiqiu Wadang's body, scratching the wounds that had been bandaged from time to time.

In the interval between healing the stone ball tile, Li Hui pointed to himself and said: "Two fools, if they are really masters of coming and going, can they use the head of the stone ball Zihui to walk around? When will he receive the punishment himself, when will he kill the one hundred and nine-tailed clansmen, and when will he return to serve by Uncle Wadang. ”

"Woo woo woo ......" Split Jin, like her brother, was also silenced.

Li Hui made a move like lightning, grabbed a handful of cyan hair from the wound of the stone ball tile, squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, and sneered: "I still used a little ghost trick that can't be put on the table, this handful of hair is the killer, and it is a pity that the other party is not sophisticated enough, so Uncle Wadang can temporarily suppress the injury and make arrangements after he comes back!"

After a while, Shi Qiuwadang's fingers trembled slightly, and there was a "gurgling" sound in his throat, and his pale face finally appeared a little ruddy, and he finally took a breath when he saw his chest rise and fall.

"Ahh Shi Qiu Wadang opened his eyes and grinned, "I knew that you were the only one in the tribe who could save me." ”

"Have a good rest!" Li Hui suddenly listened attentively, patted Shiqiu Wadang's shoulder and said: "The enemy is coming, you should learn a lesson from it! Look at the people, they react quickly and are well organized, we can't just rely on luck!"

Splitting the Sky and Splitting Jin were very surprised, and the stone ball tile played a scoundrel like a child: "No matter! Anyway, I'm injured, you have to help me avenge, as the young patriarch of the stone ball tribe, you should strangle the enemy with great momentum! Grandma, what's so great about the nine-tailed fox?"

"I didn't say I was going to be a young patriarch!" Li Hui began to move his hands and feet, and the enemy was quietly sneaking in, preparing to take out the camp of the Stone Ball Tribe.

"Hey! In the Shiqiu Tribe, I have the final say, if you don't become the young patriarch, who else can be competent? Hmph, let that nine-tailed fox see the power of the young patriarch of the Shiqiu Tribe! The more violent the better, there is no mercy in clan-to-clan fights. Hui'er, as a beast of prey, don't continue to sleep, show your minions!"

Li Hui nodded, the aura on his body was as vast as the abyssal sea, and the fighting spirit that had been silent for many years began to pulsate.