"Fake camels, still living Buddhas?" the incompetent immortal touched his chin and muttered: "Today's things are a little strange, there are some weird monsters, strange birds and monsters, uh, a lot. "The incompetent immortal can't figure it out again, even the incompetent immortal, who has always been smart and insightful, can't figure it out, it can be seen that the situation is quite serious and complicated. The peony god swaggered in front of him, and said in a vicious voice: "Strange fart!

Only women and villains are difficult to raise, those who are close are not inferior, and those who are far away are resentful. The incompetent immortal didn't bother to pay attention to her, secretly scolded a crazy woman, and humbly asked: "That, I said Master Moro, you can't talk nonsense, whether it's a camel or a tiger, a wolf, a dog or a bear, it's impossible to speak human words!" Moro walked unhurriedly behind him, and said seriously: "People have words, beasts have beasts, that's it, that person talks to that bird, and you have seen it." ”

"Hey!" the incompetent immortal shook his head and sighed, but he didn't dare to agree: "That's a birdman, it's different." ”

The birdman is Awu, especially strange, and he doesn't have long eyes, and he sees the incompetent immortal as if he were nothing, which makes the incompetent heart very angry. It is also impossible for the incompetent immortal not to be angry, the world is declining, and the morality is corrupt, the birdman openly hooks up with the wife of the incompetent sister-in-law of the incompetent senior brother in broad daylight, and hugs one place, which, hey! Obviously, there is a leg, and the senior brother of the Zen is in danger! Anyway, the incompetence is unbearable, and the incompetence was filled with indignation and blamed sharply at that time-

If it weren't for the strange bird hurting people, the incompetent immortal would have killed his relatives a long time ago, and killed the pair of adulterers, adulteress, dogs, men and women on the spot, doing the right thing for heaven. The strange bird is very powerful, its mouth is as fast as lightning, it is big, and it has a soft spot for the fairy buttocks of the incompetent immortal, which makes the incompetent still painful and palpitating. Of course, incompetence is also revenge, and he fights back and fights to the death, but the birdman suddenly rode away on a strange bird, helpless, and the incompetent immortal can only take revenge for a hundred years.

"Hey!" the impotent immortal shook his head and sighed again, leaving him speechless for a while.

But there is also some envy, which comes from the deepest part of my heart. It is said that the incompetent immortal could also fly, but once the immortal fell to the mortal dust and became a physical mortal, and then, he couldn't fly. He rode away on the crane, leaving a trace of loss in his incompetence, and the hateful madwoman came to tease again, and asked Moro to come and take a camel. Whether it's a real camel or a fake camel, today's strange thing is that there are a lot of special things, just when the three of the incompetent Daxian and his party returned to the crowd and saw more than 10,000 crowds, another god suddenly rose to the sky above the crowd, accompanied by a long roar and stepped into the void, and disappeared into the sky without a trace in an instant.

Indescribable.

Peony was startled and rushed over!

Impotent frightened, rush over!

Moro was not surprised, Moro was holding the rouge who was also unfazed, and walked unhurriedly.

But I am also a little curious, what happened to Lord Vishnu?

A moment ago.

It was the empty old monk who caught Daoist Fang, and it was Daoist Fang's eyes that were dizzy and confused, and he had the illusion that he was Tuojialuo. Incarnated into thousands of thousands, to the extreme, the suffering of the world, what Tuogaru said was not wrong, at that moment Fang Yin had already incarnated into thousands, but the suffering was just beginning. The belated pain didn't really attack until this time, wantonly torturing every inch of skin on Fang Yin's body, the bloody man was still the same bloody man, the scarlet and piercing upper body, the pants were also tattered, and the body was really incomplete!

The eyes were full of blood, the sky was red and the sun was black, and the sky and the earth had been turned upside down.

The hustle and bustle is noisy, messy and messy, and people are no different.

Strange feeling.

I only felt hot and painful, and the wind was like a knife! It was slightly cool, but it was more pleasant.

I only felt a numb itch, insects were crawling, and the fur was itching to my heart.

A feeling of familiarity and strangeness.

The hills and ravines in the chest are formed again, thousands of mountains and rivers are contained in the middle, the mountains are dignified, the water is rushing, and there is a new world of its own.

I only feel that the energy is everywhere, and I have the ability to move mountains and reclaim the sea, but I can't move a little bit like a feather with nowhere to go!

Familiar pain, strange satisfaction, there is only one explanation, this is again a dream.

Is it in a dream? or when you wake up?

Whether you are sober or confused, every time you lose, every time you get it. There are still shadows in front of me, high and low, long and short, generally speaking, moving, there are a lot of people. It doesn't matter what he says, Fang Yin can't hear it, it doesn't matter who comes, Fang Yin doesn't know if he knows. There is only one result, Fang Yin is defeated, Long Zhen wins, it doesn't matter if he wins or loses, tiredness finally comes from the mountains and tsunami and drowns the body and mind, the dark red world gradually fades, fades, fades, turns into endless gray, is a chaotic color-

Before losing consciousness, Fang Yin was thinking about her, the pretty face of the frost deception.

She looked at it again, and it was thousands of years.

Before losing consciousness, Fang Yin heard that roar, straight as a golden stone, cracking the sky, but it was indescribable.

What arrogance! What a lonely height!

A moment ago.

"Two!" Dinghai finally made a move, one finger and one finger: "Two moves!"

Yes, the Great Sect Master of the Dragon is merciful to his subordinates, the Great Sect Master of the Dragon has no intention of killing him, and many people present can see it. Yes, if the dragon really wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have to beat around the bush like this, and even more come up with so many tricks to make such a bloody mess. Yes, that's the case, but few people present could see what Long Zhen had done to Fang Yin, of course, not including the dumb monk Dinghai who stretched out two fingers to uphold justice at this time: "You, lost!"

Everyone was stunned!

Yes, one palm plus one drink, not one move, but two moves!

"That's it!" Yan Lao Ersheng had a backbone, and he hit back at the moment: "The leader of the dragon, you lost!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Daoist Fang is invincible! Daoist Fang is invincible! The martial arts conference is over, and the final result is that Daoist Fang Yin Fang won a miserable victory, and the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and he bravely and tenaciously defeated the world's No. 1 Long Zhenlong Sect Master!

"Come!"

Of course, Long Zhen doesn't make any excuses, whether it's one move, two moves, the first in the world or the first fart in the world, it has nothing to do with Long Zhen. Someone came to challenge, it was the dumb monk Dinghai, seeing that this junior kid really lived up to his reputation, but the old monk Dinghai had already had the heart to compete with him: "I'll come!" is definitely another great show, the dragon sect leader to the Dinghai monk, everyone was generally surprised and the same blood boiled, and then forgot the half-dead victor Fang Daoist in the audience: "Boom-"

It's a pity that the show has come to an end, and I can't watch it if I want to.

Long Zhen shouldn't fight, Long Zhen doesn't care, no matter what Dinghai is, Long Zhen doesn't bother to compare it with it at all.

Only looked at one person, He Yi, that glance had a lot of meanings.

Mrs. He lowered her eyebrows, but she also knew it.

Dinghai was furious, and stood up, but was stopped by the guard: "If you want to fight, what about your stick?" Yes, Dinghai's Buddha stick was not brought with him, just because Dinghai didn't think it was coming, not to say, there was no Buddha stick, and Dinghai was not afraid: "Let go!" The single old monk finally turned his face, and the infatuated teacher was too dripping: "You-" This voice was sad and sad, and countless thoughts of love and hatred in the spring and autumn period turned into a lovesick knife, and cut it! The old monk of Dinghai couldn't stand it when he ascended, it was the children's love for the hero who was short of breath, his heart softened, and his mouth was still hard: "I'll fight!" ”

Of course, you can't fight, no matter which one it is, at the moment, the two old immortals of the Crane Gong Crane Po Mu Gong Mu Po Xingluo Shuangxian Weng and the thousand-faced people in the Tibetan Sea stepped forward to persuade them, and the people of the sea are not old, and the martial arts are not old, needless to say, sit down and dissipate their anger, don't be like the arrogant junior. There are also old husbands and old wives who are not easy, and when they finally come together, they say that if they want to make trouble, they will divide the occasion, and it is better to go home to fight, fight at the head of the bed and fight at the end of the bed, and all kinds of things.

The stage was chaotic, and the audience was chaotic, looking at the fairy envoys on the stage standing straight like puppets, listening to the heroes and heroines of the heroes and heroines were disappointed, and began to talk again: "Yan Daxia, Yan Daxia, why shouldn't your leading brother fight? Don't you dare? Aren't you afraid? Don't you bully the soft and afraid of the hard, you will only bully the small?" Yan Daxia sighed, and walked over listlessly, but went to see Daoist Fang: "It's over, it's over, it's gone, it's okay, it's scattered." ”

One glance, another glance, Long Zhen looked at the sky for the last time.

Far away, Long Wuyang, is there.

Yes, he's the son of Long Zhen, no matter what.

The whistling sound, the whistling sound rises again, a howling of the fairy mountain, and then the roar of the gods and Buddhas!

In this world, the dragon has really come!

The sound is piercing the clouds and cracking stones, lonely and high, proud, lonely and unhappy, and the high place is unbearable and cold! But a trace of wild joy, faintly rising in the middle, unwilling to be lonely, not from the turbidity, gradually rising, getting higher, getting higher, higher and higher, rising higher and higher, piercing the sky! At that moment, no one could make a sound, all eyes and all the spirits had been taken by one person, and they saw him soar into the air, purple clothes and jade with long black hair fluttering, and the gods seemed to step on the void in the long whistle -

Leave two fingers.

One finger is majestic, and the fluctuations of the view are tangible qi blades, but they are also silent, and go straight to Dinghai——

One finger is domineering, but it is round like a pearl, and it breaks through the air, but it is a monk Yizhu: "Woo-"

There are also plays, and the judgment is made!

Dinghai did not move, did not move a bit, referring to the wind sweeping on its top, Dinghai did not feel anything.

But it is the breeze that blows through the ears and stirs up a wisp of love.

Prodigal!

Dinghai can't move, Dinghai is down when he moves, and that finger was originally looking for someone else's congratulations.

He Yi was behind Dinghai: "Hey!"

Mrs. He sighed faintly, or Mrs. Long was in tears, in her heart.

But it's different if you don't laugh at the monk, how can you know that his old love is unforgettable, this time you can say that you don't tell yourself: "Whoa!" Not smiling at the monk is a tragedy, the last time he didn't laugh at the monk, he laughed enough for two hours, and almost laughed to death for him: "Ha!"

Some people cry, some people laugh, and they can't cry or laugh in general.

The martial arts conference ends here.

In fact, when the Great Sect Master Long was leaving, he suddenly left two fingers like a child, because the Great Sect Master Long thought of something. That's a good thing, it's fun, it's fun, it's fun, it's fun, it's like a child. It's about Qingsu Changmian, Long Zhen's strongest opponent is also his best friend, this was originally a prank: "Suno Dao, Suye Dao, hahahaha! It's fun, it's fun! Twenty-four years later, the natural enemy is a mortal enemy, but he didn't pay attention to the little wild road and gave it a great benefit, how can you pay it back?"

The sky was still blue and the sun was high in the western sky.

The martial arts conference is over, the martial arts conference is finally over, it is bland or exciting, it is over, it is over. Someone gained something, someone lost something, someone left something, someone took something away. The sun and the moon turn endlessly, this is just a small wave in the vast river of history, no matter what, it will eventually be forgotten and vanished after many years. But what can't be annihilated is feelings, but what can't be forgotten is love: "Brother Fang Yin! Brother Fang Yin!"

Don't cry without Zen, you see the peony is coming: "Oops! It's dead! I just left, and something happened again!"

"Boom!" Huba Tseleng had awakened, and Lord Vishnu had fallen asleep again: "Ahh

"Get out of the way!" The incompetent immortal was very busy, and after saving this and that: "Huh, my brother!

A person has a person's idea, a person has a person's story: "Divine Crane! Divine Crane! Someone! Someone! Wow-"

There are people, there are birds, there are birdmen.

A crane dances in the air, its wings cover the sky, a howl is still in my ears, listen to my clear voice.

A soft and clear sound, leading to the picturesque country!

A lonely and lonely voice, poetic blue night and clear sky!

What a strange sound, isn't it indescribable! But it resonates with the heartstrings and plays an indescribable touch!

You can hear that.

The heavens and the earth are wide and the world is desolate, and the aftermath is so loud that all things listen—

Loud voice.