She sneered, "How dare you, how dare you." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info - Brother Zhou, we meet again, haha. ”

The person who came was Thursday. He glared at the three of them, only snorted softly, and did not answer.

Seeing that the scene was getting more and more lively, all the guests retreated to the edge of the hall and found a place to sit down, ready to watch a good show.

Zhuang Mengdie said again: "If Mrs. Yi has nothing to say, I will take this surname Guan away." ”

When Mrs. Yi saw the cooked duck flying, she was a little unwilling after all. But when he turned around and glanced at each other with Immortal Ape and Yun Jiuxiao, he saw that they all shook their heads silently, so he had to hang his head and say: "This person is originally a person from Liurumen, and it has nothing to do with us, so how to deal with him in Zhuang's head doesn't need to ask for our opinion." ”

Zhuang Mengdie looked up to the sky proudly and laughed a few times before saying, "Good, good, good." You don't dare to have any opinions!, however, when I dispose of this person, I will have to settle some old accounts with you, so don't leave first. ”

Yun Jiuxiao said angrily: "You don't owe me money, what old accounts can be settled? I can leave if I want to, stay if I want, it's your business, can you manage it?"

Zhuang Mengdie's smile was still on her face, and she asked kindly, "Is Yun Woman really leaving?"

Yun Jiuxiao's throat stalked, and he couldn't speak. Apparently threatened by his subtle dexterity.

Zhuang Mengdie said: "If you don't speak, do you mean that you won't leave again?"

Yun Jiuxiao walked the rivers and lakes, he has always been domineering, when did he suffer from this kind of anger? But because of his majesty, he didn't dare to really go against him. For a while, he was panting like a cow, and he was so aggrieved that tears were about to fall.

Seeing her like this, Zhuang Mengdie no longer forced her, smiled slightly, and looked at Guan Qianjian.

"Thief, look up. ”

Before he said this, Guan Qianjian's body was crooked, he fell straight up, and lay on the ground on all fours, as if he was dead.

Thursday Fang shouted, "Let's play dead again!" and walked towards him, looking like he was not only going to debunk his tricks, but also to teach him a good lesson.

Suddenly, someone said, "Stand, don't move." The voice was very calm, not deliberately raised, not intended to be intimidating, but it was full of majesty.

Thursday's reaction was extremely violent, only to see him fall under his feet and fall on one knee!

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, an old man with white eyebrows and white beard walked in.

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The First Lady finally saw the Sword and Tiger Wings.

It's a pity that it's in the hands of the dragon in the sky.

The First Lady had never seen this sword, but as soon as she saw the dragon appear in the sky, she knew that it was the tiger's wings in his hand.

But she knows that she is just a spectator today at most, so she has to be lucky, and if she is unlucky, even the head of Xiang will not be guaranteed.

Zhuang Mengdie began to tremble. I don't know if it's because of excitement or because of fear. He stared at this opponent of forty years, and it seemed that even his eyes were trembling.

"Let you stand, and you have to kneel. Thursday Fang was about to stand up, but the dragon opened his mouth and his knee fell back to the ground.

Thursday Fang looked at the visitor blankly, and wanted to say something, but his tongue couldn't move.

Long Zaitian turned to Zhuang Mengdie and said, "I haven't seen you for forty years, I can't imagine that you are still so unproductive." ”

Zhuang Mengdie was extremely angry, stimulated by the other party's words, a sense of arrogance arose, took a deep breath, and stopped trembling in an instant.

"Do you think I'm afraid of you? I can't help but be thrilled when I think of the shame I have been able to snow for forty years. - Quartet, stand up. ”

As soon as Zhuang Mengdie's words came out, the weight of Wanjun on Zhou Fang's body suddenly disappeared, and he jumped up and drew his sword towards Long Zaitian.

"You stand down. Zhuang Mengdie spoke again.

Zhou Fang didn't dare to disobey, and angrily walked to the master's side and said, "He is the dog thief of Long Zaitian?"

Zhuang Mengdie said: "Please don't insult dogs and thieves. ”

Long Zaitian laughed and said: "Why are you so stingy when I say that your surname is Zhuang? I, Long Zaitian, lived to be over sixty years old, and I asked myself if I had done anything that hurt the heavens and reason, but I beat you forty years ago, so I deserve your jealousy?"

Zhuang Mengdie said: "Don't talk nonsense, let's fight again today and see who beats whom." ”

Long Zaitian shook his head and said, "It's a pity that I came today just to do a business and don't want to fight." He knew that Zhuang Mengdie would not be interested in any "business" at such a time, so without waiting for him to ask, he said himself: "This person on the ground, I will take it away, and return the sword in my hand to you." ”

Zhuang Mengdie was surprisingly calm, the wings of the sword and tiger of this sect had been in the rivers and lakes for decades, once there was a chance to take it back, it should have been an exciting thing, but he didn't seem to hear it, and squinted at Guan Qianjian who was lying on the ground and said, "He's dead." ”

When Long Zaitian heard the word death, his face turned gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "Do you know who he is?"

Zhuang Mengdie said: "People like you, thieves." ”

Long Zaitian didn't get any more angry, his eyes fell on Zhou Fang and said, "In this world, he is my only heir. Or are you smart enough to teach two apprentices for backup. But I can tell you, if I don't have any heirs, even if you have 2,000 or 20,000, I will kill you all. ”

Zhou Fang felt a chill in his heart when he heard him, and unconsciously hid half of his body behind the master.

Guan Qianjian's death had nothing to do with Zhuang Mengdie, but he didn't bother to explain it, and said painlessly: "You can try it." ”

Long Zaitian looked angry, stopped talking, and walked towards Guan Qianjian on the ground.

Everyone knew that as soon as Guan Qianjian's death was confirmed, there would be an unprecedented fierce battle here. Although there is not much suspense in the outcome, the process must be exciting.

When he walked four or five steps away from Guan Qianjian, he suddenly had a strange feeling.

The tiger's wings writhed in his hands like a living snake of infinite strength.

He stopped, raised his hand to look, but there was no movement.

He thought to himself: "This sword and this kid really have a fateful fate, and they have a sense from afar, isn't he dead yet?"

Long Zaitian walked close to him, squatted down, saw that his face was pale, as if there was no blood in his body, and then reached out to probe his breath, and found that there was no sign of life.

Long Zaitian was not sad or angry, he turned back to Zhuang Mengdie and smiled: "Congratulations, you can also taste the taste of being alone." ”

Zhuang Mengdie's eyebrows sank, and her face became extremely serious, as if she was facing a mountain pressing on her, her hands were raised to her chest, her movements were wide open, and she drew her sword to meet the enemy.

While the sword was still in its sheath, the air flow between the blade and the scabbard made a rough scraping sound, like a deep hole in the earth, from which the wind of hell blew.

At this moment, he had separated his apprentice from his opponent on either side of a vertical wall.

Thursday was safe for the time being, but he knew that if Master was defeated, he would definitely die, because these two men were at war, and even he could not help if he wanted to.

Long Zaitian threw the tiger's wings beside Guan Qianjian, picked up an ordinary sword he had used, and prepared to get up to fight.

At this moment, there was a loud "boom", like thunder on the ground, and the tiger's wings came out of its sheath on its own, flying above Guan Qianjian's body, falling from a height of several feet, the tip of the sword pointing downward, and stabbing straight into his old wound.

Long Zaitian was surprised in his heart: "Could it be that this sword has an enmity with him, and if he dies, he will have to make up for another sword?" In the blink of an eye, he stretched out his left hand and wanted to hold the hilt of the sword and "save" Guan Qianjian's corpse for his life.

Halfway through the hand, the sword stopped abruptly about a foot from the wound, and a large drop of blood condensed on the tip of the sword, as large as a cherry, dripping. (To be continued.) )