That woman may not be considered a beautiful woman, at least compared to Lin Xian'er, she is more than a step behind. But there is a sinful magic about this woman, and when most men see her, they immediately think of something.

Liu Chen was naturally a man, so he also remembered that incident.

He thought more, though. Lin Xian'er Miaoman's body lay side by side with the woman, and let him whip the conquest. The picture is so beautiful, it makes people's blood flow and blood surging, the heat in Liu Chen's lower abdomen is surging, the heat is churning, and his faithful little brother can't help but get excited, standing tall, Optimus Prime is pointing straight to the sky, like a demon dragon and evil Jiao, and wants to choose people to devour.

This woman's name is Blue Scorpion, and it is said that she is the woman who cries with the Blue Devil Hand.

But it doesn't matter.

The woman in the hand of the blue devil, Liu Chen grabbed it without any psychological burden.

The blue scorpion is a very charming woman. Her waist is thin, she looks slim, elastic, and particularly moving.

The beauty of this woman is not just her thin waist.

Her legs were long and straight, her chest was full and towering, and she was never fat where she should be, and she was never thin where she should be.

Her eyes are long and charming, but her mouth is large and her lips are thick. Her skin was white, but it was rough and her hair was thick.

She wore a blue tight-fitting leather jacket that hugged her body tightly, accentuating her curves.

The blue scorpion stood beside the Blue Devil Shou Yi Wai, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked into a light smile.

When she laughs, her eyes narrowed thinner and longer, like a line. A thread that can hook a man's heart.

This woman is wild, sexy and charming, like a rebellious female leopard, who can easily provoke the desire for conquest in the heart of a normal man.

Liu Chen's desire to conquer in his heart burned like a fire, so he decided to take action to snatch this wild cat, tame it and turn it into his pet.

The blue scorpion crisscrosses the rivers and lakes, ruthless, murderous, and his martial arts are not under the cry of the blue devil who ranks ninth in the weapon spectrum. But in Liu Chen's eyes, she is a wild cat, a wild and untamed wild cat.

Standing next to the blue scorpion was Yi Wai, a very tall, thin, and extremely ugly guy.

He was dry and thin, like a dead tree, with a strange tall hat on his head, his face was pale and expressionless, and he looked so frightening that he looked like a living zombie. There seemed to be a green demonic fire beating in his eyes, and he looked particularly eerie and terrifying, like a demon.

Standing on the other side were five monks in gray robes and white socks, one of them had white eyebrows, a pair of eyes blazing, like angry King Kong, this person was the master of Shaolin Temple. Next to Master Xinmei stood an old man with a sallow face and a sparse beard, with a yellowed book under his gray robe, who looked like an old-fashioned old pedant, but he was a famous Mr. Iron Flute, and it was said that the high level of martial arts was not under the head of the Seven Great Sects.

These are all famous masters on the rivers and lakes, and under the joint efforts, looking at the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that no one can control them.

But Liu Chen didn't pay attention to it at all.

His gaze turned away from the blue scorpion and turned with interest to the man in black who was standing silently at the door.

The man in black was not handsome, but he was very stylish.

He was dressed in a black cloth and black robe, black shoes and black socks, and carried a black sheath sword behind his back. He was tall and burly, but not bloated, but rather thin and athletic. With a strange dead gray face, his eyebrows flew obliquely, his eyes were wide-eyed, arrogant, and a few sparse mustaches under his chin were scattered in the wind. The whole person seems to be arrogant and chic, serious and uninhibited.

Anyone who takes a look at him will know that he is not an ordinary person.

Songyang Iron Sword, ranked fourth in the weapon spectrum, is certainly not an ordinary person.

As far as kendo is concerned, this person should be the first in the world. This person is extremely persistent in martial arts, but he attaches great importance to victory and defeat, and would rather die than admit defeat, he is really a proud person.

Liu Chen stared at the Songyang Iron Sword and said with a smile: "You are the Songyang Iron Sword?"

"Yes. ”

"You want the Golden Silk Armor too?"

"I want to see his throwing knives. Guo Songyang's eyes flickered, his fighting intent was like fire, and he stared at Li Xunhuan with burning eyes.

"Xiao Li's flying knife, the case is not in vain. Aren't you afraid of death?" Liu Chen drank a glass of wine and said in a deep voice.

"To be able to die under Xiao Li's flying knife, although it is still glorious to die. Guo Songyang's face flew with a strange look, and he said firmly: "I must see your flying knife today, Brother Li, please fulfill it." ”

Li Xunhuan smiled and said, "Brother Guo, you and I don't have to compare anymore. The ranking on the weapon spectrum no longer means anything to me. ”

After seeing that broader world, he didn't care about the fame and fortune of the rivers and lakes, and the ranking of weapons and weapons.

"But I want to know, how is the Songyang Iron Sword compared to Xiao Li's Flying Knife?" Guo Songyang stared at the iron sword in his hand and said unhurriedly.

"I don't want to know the answer at all right now. Li Xunhuan smiled.

"Why?" Guo Songyang asked with a close stare at Li Xunhuan.

"Because, I just want to drink right now. Moreover, whoever you and I want to know this answer will regret it. Li Xunhuan said lightly.

A flush flashed on Guo Songyang's gray face, as if he was about to get excited, Liu Chen's words were like a scoop of cold water, instantly extinguishing the excited flame in his heart and calming him down again.

"Xiao Li Flying Knife, I will too. Liu Chen laughed, "Brother Guo, why don't you come over and have a few drinks first, and when I send this group of miscellaneous fish away, Xiao Li Feidao is up to you to see enough." ”

Guo Songyang looked at Li Xunhuan, Li Xunhuan nodded slightly, indicating that what Liu Chen said was true.

Guo Songyang carried the iron sword on his back, strode over, sat at the same table with Li Xunhuan and others, drank in a big bowl, ate meat, chatted, and soon became lively.

The feeling of being ignored is always very unpleasant, and monks are also human beings, and they are not exempt from vulgarity. Master Xinmei took a few steps forward, recited the Buddha's name, and said, "Amitabha." Since Liu Shaoxia has admitted that he is a plum blossom thief, he asked Lao Wei to go to Shaolin and give justice to the world's martial arts. ”

Liu Chen's eyes froze, and he laughed: "Damn, you bald donkey was kicked in the head by a donkey, right? I said I was a plum blossom thief, and you believed it? Then I said I was your father, do you believe it or not? If I am really a plum blossom thief, wouldn't it be self-defeating to go to Shaolin? Lao Tzu is not stupid, why do I want to go with you?"

"Whether you are a plum blossom thief or not, in the past ten days, you have killed countless people in the drunken immortal building, and you are very angry, not the blessing of the rivers and lakes, and you need to resolve it with Buddhism. Liu Shaoxia, if you insist on refusing to go to Shaolin with Lao Wei, Lao Wei has no choice but to use it. Xinmei's face was solemn, the monk's robe was windless, and his whole body was full of true anger, obviously as long as Liu Chen said nothing, he would make a move.

"Wonderful, wonderful, really wonderful!" Liu Chen applauded, "The old monk's words won my heart." If we fool the rivers and lakes, if we blindly rely on lip service to reason, won't we become poor and sour talents and teachers? Today's business will be done according to the Master's advice. ”

Liu Chen picked up a jar of daughter red, drank it bitterly, swallowed the entire altar of aged daughter red into his stomach in one go, and said with a proud smile: "If you can defeat me, the golden silk armor, the fish intestine sword, the world's first beauty, and the treasures of the Tianpeng Dynasty are all owned by you, and I will let you wait to kill or chop." If you are defeated, you will lie on your stomach obediently for Lao Tzu, be a slave and a servant, and let me send you. Those who do not follow, die!"

The murderous aura, the overwhelming murderous aura, is as cold as nine cold winds, covering a radius of ten zhang, firmly covering the entire restaurant. The air seemed to be frozen, and the ice edges and snowflakes were flying in the air.

Under the oblique light of the setting sun, the pale golden silk nanmu floor was painted with a layer of faint dark red, as if it had been washed by blood. Sooner or later, the ground will be washed with blood, perhaps in a moment.

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