"Bald donkey, you are looking for ...... death"

The man seemed to be angered by Zhao Ming's actions all of a sudden, and his body moved, and before he could get up, he rushed towards Zhao Ming, who had already stepped on the door with one foot. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two people next to each other glanced at each other, and they both saw the anger in each other's eyes, and they didn't even need to communicate, the two got up at the same time and rushed towards Zhao Ming after the person in front of them.

Zhao Ming also felt the actions of the three of them, this time he didn't hold it again, he could feel that the strength of these three people was still above the previous Persian woman, and even a Persian woman could trap herself for a moment by relying on strange martial arts, who could guarantee that these three people did not have the move to press the bottom of the box, Zhao Ming would not use his life to gamble on the illusory possibility, even if the strength of these three people was not put in his eyes at all, at this moment Zhao Ming also cautiously turned around and waited.

The Persian man who rushed through first was only one person away from Zhao Ming at the moment when Zhao Ming turned around, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't see him take out his weapon and directly slapped it at Zhao Ming who was turning around.

But before he could laugh, the smile on his face froze on his face, followed by a shout, followed by a palm that flew out from between the two, and at this moment, Zhao Ming shook off the blood on his hand, that's right, one of the palms of the Persian man was directly cut off by Zhao Ming's hand knife.

This scene also surprised the two people who followed behind, they hurriedly stopped their bodies that were about to rush in front of Zhao Ming, reached out and pulled the Persian man who was cut off by Zhao Ming, and the three of them flew back directly.

Zhao Ming watched the two of them rescue the man, but he didn't go to kill them all, he still picked up his monk's robe and wiped his palm with a comfortable face, as if the blow just now was not his own.

The two of them did not go far with the Persian man who was beheaded by Zhao Ming, and stopped when they returned to their previous position, and the two of them stood there looking at Zhao Ming with a vigilant face, and the guy who was cut off a palm by Zhao Ming was no longer shouting at this moment, stopped the continuous bleeding from his wrist, and looked at Zhao Ming who was standing there with hatred in his bare arms and hatred.

Zhao Ming wiped his hands carefully, knowing that the blood on his hands had been wiped clean, before he raised his head and said lazily: "Three, I don't know what else is called the poor monk? If it's okay, the poor monk can go in......"

At this moment, none of the three people on the other side dared to say that they couldn't say it, and the unbeatable momentum before had already been thrown out of the clouds by them, and the guy who was cut off by Zhao Ming was still in front of them, and the other two had this lesson from the past, and no one dared to be this budding bird at this moment, as for the guy who was cut off by Zhao Ming, although his eyes were full of hatred, but when it came to the critical moment, he didn't even dare to let a fart go, and in an instant, Zhao Ming actually let the opposite side fall into an incomparable tranquility after the words came out.

However, Zhao Ming didn't have time to be silent with them here, and after seeing that none of the other party dared to come out to be this budding bird, he didn't care about these three guys anymore, and turned around and walked directly into the small door.

As Zhao Ming's figure disappeared, the three people standing there couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, Zhao Ming's momentum was really a pressure on them, especially after seeing Zhao Ming's strength, they even raised their hearts to their throats, and they didn't even dare to pant loudly.

Zhao Ming naturally didn't know the reaction of the three people outside at this moment, because he had already seen the figure he didn't know how many times he had been nostalgic in his dreams, although what he saw at this moment was only a back......

"You... Are you okay?" The man didn't look back, and Zhao Ming didn't care, after a while, Zhao Ming finally turned his words when he came into a simple greeting, but this greeting contained Zhao Ming's indescribable mood.

But Zhao Ming waited for a long time but couldn't wait for his reply, he didn't suspect that the person standing in front of him at the moment was not Ju Jian, not to mention his familiarity with Ju Jian, even the unique qi on Ju Jian's body couldn't escape Zhao Ming's induction, even if it was someone else who could play that qi machine, who could imitate it?

At this moment, Zhao Ming's heart calmed down in an instant, and at this moment, he seemed to have a sense of loss that the passion in his heart was extinguished by a wave of cold water.

Zhao Ming didn't speak, and for a while, the room returned to the previous tranquility.

"I knew you were coming...... You're definitely coming...... Can...... It's late...... If... If only we could have been half a year earlier...... No, even if we met two months earlier, I would have been very happy, thinking that it was something I had always dreamed of in my heart, that was my insistence, but ...... It's late...... False Big Brother...... Sorry ......"

Half a day later, the beautiful shadow finally turned around, at this moment, even Zhao Ming couldn't help but gasp, because the chrysanthemum sword at this moment has changed a lot from her in his original impression, maybe she was still young back then, and she didn't open it to see it very much, but at this moment, as long as the chrysanthemum sword is a person, you can see the feeling of a Persian woman in her body at a glance, and the dignified and generous woman of the Central Plains has a trace of the beauty of a Persian woman, especially with the purple pupils that are different from others。

After being stunned for a while, Zhao Ming finally reacted from his shock, shook his head and said: "You have changed so much, I almost can't recognize you......" After speaking, a helpless sadness appeared on Zhao Ming's face, and Zhao Ming finally knew why those Ming Sect people chose Ju Jian...... Because Ju Jian is not from the Central Plains at all, at least one of his parents is a Persian, he may not have seen it very well when he was a child, but when he grew up, the characteristics of a Persian woman slowly emerged, and even Zhao Ming guessed that Ju Jian's parents who had never been masked also had a high status in the Ming Sect, just like the original purple-shirted dragon king......

"You...... Is it really decided?" After a moment of silence, it was Zhao Ming who broke the silence.

"Uh-huh......" didn't say much, but it did express her determination.

Zhao Ming nodded, and didn't say a word, he didn't look at Ju Jian's face at the moment, because he didn't want to disturb her decision, maybe she was going to make this decision and made a big mistake, maybe as long as she opened her mouth to keep it, she could move her heart, seeing that Zhao Ming was silent in the end, he didn't even glance at Ju Jian again, and after standing there for a moment, he turned around and walked out of here, without a trace of hesitation, just let him come in...... (To be continued.) )