All of them are sick!

One hundred and eight looked at him coldly, and his face was full of disdain! One hundred and eight did not understand what he, and they, these individuals, were doing! If he had beaten and not really beaten, it was pure nonsense, and if he had gone up, he would have been hit on the head with a stick! He had been beaten to death. If you want to fight, you will be beaten to death, if you don't fight, what should you do when you go back to your own house, what are you gossiping about there! There are still people there who are stupid and look at Mao!

Remember, whether as a person or as a monkey, a soft-hearted mother-in-law and mother can't achieve great things! Absolutely not! Time is precious, there are so many things waiting for everyone to do, such as eating and drinking, such as having fun around, such as sleeping beautifully, such as walking around to see the scenery. The good time is wasted like this, wasted on these boring things, you say it's not sick or well-fed.

It's just stupid, no one is as smart as one hundred and eight! "Where's the stick, my stick?" he turned his head to see a child running around with his stick, while several other children jumped behind his ass and shouted, "Oh! These children are too naughty! "Yes, and as a master of making sticks, the stick cannot be separated from the body for a moment! And this is a treasure stick, and there are often people who always worry about it being stolen, and you see that even these children who don't know anything are fighting and grabbing, you can imagine how precious this stick is!

One hundred and eight used their hands and feet together, squeaked and rushed over! But in the blink of an eye, one hundred and eight intercepted the little imp who was stealing things, and then he stood upright, stretched out one hand, pointed five points to the sky, and squeaked twice, which meant that everyone had obtained all the stolen goods, and they would quickly return the magic stick! A few children ran again with red faces and sweaty foreheads, and looked at the serious monkey in front of them, and couldn't help laughing and dancing, and their hands and feet were dancing so that their mouths were crooked! One hundred and eight teeth grinned and roared, meaning that if you don't return one hundred and eight, you are welcome!

Look at its wrinkled little face full of ferocity, white sharp teeth and blood-red gums are not scary, the little boy carrying the stick is a little scared for a while, afraid that it will jump up and scratch it in the face: "Monkey monkey, my name is Tianyi, Yao, this is for you to eat, eat!" The little ghost's name is Tianyi, Yuan Tianyi, the son of Yuan Changsong and Mu Yaoran, and the younger brother of Yuan Yan'er and Yuan Girl. And Miss Yuan is Boss Fang's sweetheart, and one hundred and eight is Boss Fang's younger brother, so the relationship is still relatively close. Of course, one hundred and eight doesn't know, even one hundred and eight knows that one hundred and eight doesn't care about him or that, no matter who he is, the stick must be handed back: "Squeak!"

But it's one, a green-skinned pear.

This is obviously a flattery of one hundred and eight, and this is called sycophancy! This kid wants to bribe one hundred and eight. In exchange, it's just a broken pear, one hundred and eight has seen a lot, one hundred and eight will not be fooled, for a master of making a stick, a stick is the life of one hundred and eight. But one hundred and eight thirsty. I ate a lot of fried melon seeds, one hundred and eight mouthfuls were relatively dry, and I also ate a lot of smoked rabbit legs, and one hundred and eight salty ones arrived, and fire was coming out of my throat and eyes! Of course, the embarrassment was only for a while, and for one hundred and eight, this was a simple problem.

The sticks were placed with him first, and he had to come back after eating the pears.

It's that simple.

So one hundred and eight concentrated on nibbling on the pear, so a few children began to run around like crazy again.

There are more people, and there is more chaos, and it seems that everyone is talking.

"Senior brother, use my sword!"

"Senior brother, my sword is for you!"

"Senior brother, don't be polite to deal with this kind of person!"

"Senior brother, don't let him anymore!"

"Senior brother, be careful, his sword is sharp!"

A group of Sansheng Peak Taoist priests surrounded Yue Ling, you and I said one sentence at a time, everyone was indignant and emotional!

There was a long scar on his cheek, and the bright red blood was still constantly oozing out.

Lu Daochang held a bottle of wound medicine and stood there with an embarrassed face.

The ink is thin and sharp, so the wound is straight as if there is a line――――――――――

This line separates the two worlds.

Fang Yin stood opposite, with no one on the left and right, looking a little lonely.

Mo Lian has come out, so what, is there only this one more scar?

In an instant, the limelight turned to people's hearts, and everyone seemed to be saying, yes, Fang Yin's is not.

- So what?

Someone on stage is talking, and someone is talking about it.

Elder Wen said to Elder Mu, this Yue Ling is calm and resolute, and he is broad-minded, and he will become a great weapon in the future, and he will raise my name as Shangqing. Elder Mu didn't speak, he just sat there and nodded slightly, and he explained everything. Elder Bai said to Elder Xiao that this kid is really a generous person, peace is important in everything, and there is no need to make a big deal out of a small matter. Elder Xiao nodded when he heard this, and suddenly became angry again, you are a good old man, are you mocking me when you say this?

If I had gone up, I would have stabbed him to death with a sword, and I only wanted a fair and earthly way! Daoist Zhao sighed again and again, it doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense, Fang Yin's character is not bad, how could he do such a thing? Daoist Yuan didn't speak, Daoist Yuan was silent, looking at the most proud apprentice in his life.

Fang Yin suddenly became angry, and his head was too sharp and he spitted: "In the end, whether to fight or not, if you don't beat the master, you will leave!" Everyone was stunned, and they were already furious, and at that moment some people opened their mouths to reprimand and scolded, some pointed and looked at each other angrily, and some people couldn't help but rush to the stage again: "Go down! Go down! It's not a system, it's not a system!" A person was angry and shouted loudly, but he could no longer control the increasingly chaotic scene.

Elder Jiang was too tired, and his heart was also buoyant and dry, and he was even more annoyed. Things have to be solved after all, they must be solved, and the other person sits easily, or lies there, giggling as if the matter in front of him has nothing to do with him. Elder Jiang's eyes suddenly lit up, and when he saw him, he remembered this master in charge. The one who can really solve the problem is Mu Zhangjiao, although he is lazy and lazy, although he is not in shape.

So he's in charge.

Elder Jiang stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Changtian, what should be done about this matter?"

"What's the matter?"

"Long heaven!"

"Oh, uh, it's going to be like that, it's going to be done. ”

"Waste, uh Changtian, it's a matter of life and death for this sect, and as the head of a sect, you can't do this, like this, it's not like words!"

"Life and death? ha, haha, haha, ha. ”

"Mu Changtian!"

"Ahem! Yes, some people bleed and some shed tears, and the love and war are tragic and abnormal! In this way, Uncle Shi, you come here with your ears, and Changtian will tell you two words, just two words——"

"Begin!" Elder Jiang walked back to the stage and shouted with a straight face!

There was silence for a moment, and then there was a loud noise, and everyone on and off the stage opened their mouths in a mess!

Elder Jiang was stunned, looked around, and felt annoyed for a while.

Looking at the man again, the man sat on the chair and nodded solemnly, and then stuck out his tongue.

Yue Ling took a step forward and said loudly, "Please teach me again!"

Fang Yin laughed and raised his hand: "Come!"

"Sword, sword, senior brother, senior brother!" someone behind him said anxiously, handing over a few green steel swords.

"Since Yue Ling's sword has been broken, he will defeat you with his fists and feet!" Yue Ling ignored it, and took another step forward, watching the other party slowly raise his palms. Fang Yin was stunned when he saw this, and exclaimed in a loud voice: "Senior brother, no!" "Yue Ling!" "No, no, how can you fight with your bare hands!" "Don't be big, don't be careless!" "That sword is too fierce, too ruthless and too sharp!" "That's not a sword, it's a soft sword! It's soft like a black, snake!" The person stood with a smile, the blood had stopped, and the lonely straight scar on his cheek was like a faint small sword, stabbing everyone's eyes: "Yue Ling's martial arts are higher than him, so Yue Ling is empty-handed and he uses a sword, this is very fair, that's it." ”

"You don't come!" Fang Yin sneered: "Hypocrite, hypocrite, you go and get the sword, Fang Yin is waiting for you!" Yue Ling looked at it and smiled, and finally put a proud intention on his face: "Yue Ling has no sword, he is generally better than you!Senior Brother Fang, please take out the sword!" "Senior Brother Yue, Senior Brother Fang, I am big and you are small, I am fast and you are slow, I am strong and you are weak, I am high and you are low! Fang Yin stopped talking, Fang Yin only looked straight at him with his eyes, staring at this in front of him, this, this person-

The two of them quieted down, and finally someone sighed and walked down the sword testing platform, one after another.

In the end, only Yue Ling, Fang Yin, and Elder Jiang were left on the stage.

The two-word mantra of Mu Zhangjiao is absolutely effective: the beginning is the time to finish.

"Let's go!"

That's the beginning, the first start again.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you have a sword in your hand or not, and you don't want to defeat him. In fact, it doesn't matter what kind of sword you have in your hand, you don't want to come here in the first place. In fact, it doesn't matter whether it's success or failure, whether it's laughing, scolding, pitiful or contemptible, those don't matter. Only she is important. It's just her! And she's there, right now, she's there! She's there to look at you, she's looking at you, she's not going to be able to help herself, even if it's going to the soup and fire, even if it's the liver and brain, even if it's losing her life, it's not hesitating.

Yes, I will fight for you until there is not a drop of blood! Yes, I am here for you, only for you, because I love you! I love you deeply! I don't want to lose you, it's an unbearable weight in life, it's too painful! And I'd rather lose my life than lose you! You know, everything I do is to keep you, to keep you by my side, to take you into my arms! I want to kiss your forehead, just like Mo Lian kisses his cheek! But don't worry, don't worry, I'll be very light, very light, very gentle-

Because I love you, I'm going to fight for you!

So do I love you, or do I love you, myself?

The thought flashed, but the heart was lost.