Long Zhen's gaze was scattered, it was nothing, Long Zhen was looking, and he didn't look.

However, it was finally settled on Fang Yin.

It's like a huba cileng.

"Huba Cilen, my brother, my ancestors, wake up quickly!" The impotent immortal prostrate on the ground and let out a cry of sorrow: "God! Earth! Conscience! Demon and devil, kill a person!" Huba Cilen lay on the ground, his eyes closed, and his face was peaceful. There is breathing, as if he is asleep, but he can't wake up, the incompetent immortal judged very correctly, he has fallen into the devil's demon law, lacks a soul, and has become a living dead: "Senior Brother Wuzen, Brother Fang Yin, come and save him!

It's time to go back and move the rescuers.

The one hundred and eighty-fifth time I made up my mind, and I was reluctant to go away in tears, and the wind was sluggish and cold: "Huh?"

Another person.

Riding a horse.

"Click, click. "And so, here it is.

The horse's fur was fiery red, beautiful and calm, and it was the mount of a tigress, which I could not have seen. But the man was incompetent and had never seen it, but he saw that he had a long body, thin eyebrows and light eyes, thin lips pursed into a line, some hands did not hold the reins, and some mouths did not speak, and there was a strange and unfathomable taste: "You, who are you?" The man barred his teeth, revealing the pale red color of his gums: "I am Awu." There are more monsters today, and one after another comes, and the incompetent immortal is afraid: "Ah! demon! You are too, a demon!"

"No, I'm a birdman. ”

"Birdman?hahahahaha

"I have a pair of invisible wings that can take you to the sky, soar among the white clouds, and sing in the breeze - Awu - Awu - that's it. ”

"Hah!ha

"Thanks for the compliment. ”

"You're sick! I'll ignore you! This boss is not too small, and he's stupid, fool! Huh! Phew!

"Goodbye. ”

"Click, click. "In that case, just go.

In the clouds and fog of incompetence, incompetence forgot all about Huba Cilen, and looked stupidly for a long time, thinking that he was dreaming again.

Demons, birdmen, and who?

It's time to go back and move the rescuers! Just when the incompetent Daxian made up his mind to make a decision again, another one came.

This is not a person directly, both a demon and a bird, a famous demon bird.

The demon bird fell from the sky, silently, as if it was specially designed to scare the incompetent, only to see a shadow covering the sky and the sun like a nightmare: "Wow!"

It is a giant crane, with black wings and white feathers, looking forward to life, and the instrument is lofty.

This demon bird has never been seen before, but from a close look, the incompetence still feels a pressure as big as a mountain: "Wow! it's so big, bird!" Yes, incompetence needs to look up, very high, very high. Its legs are longer than the legs of the incompetent, its neck is longer than the legs of the Huba Cilen, it is even higher than the legs of the Huba Cilen, and at the first sight of the incompetence gave birth to worship and even worship: "What a big bird, this is a divine bird! God! This is too godly!"

Whether it is a demon bird or a divine bird, this small mirror lake in Wanhe Valley is its territory at all, and this pair of shrimp soldiers and crabs will stay here for too long, which has caused its dissatisfaction: "Take!" The iron beak is like a spear, fast as lightning, and it pecks at the ass of the incompetent immortal, causing it to hurt into the bone marrow and fly out of the sky: "Ah-" The impotent flew away, whining and crying: "Oh my God! Oh my mother! This is really down, eight lifetimes of bad luck! You wait! Wait for me! Woo woo woo-"

Finally, the incompetent Daxian went back to move the rescuers.

Left behind the Huba Cileng.

I don't know if I'm alive or dead.

"Let's talk about it first, do you want to live or die. "This is what Yan Daxia said, Yan Daxia is already angry.

"Needless to say, you're dead or alive. "Daoist Fang, who is dying, is still hard-mouthed.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. Yan Daxia's stick weighed in his hand: "Who will kowtow to me when you die, and who will call me ancestor when you die?" You can't die, I'm going to break your legs, two." ”

"Blow, blow again, the wind is strong, and the tongue will flash. The peerless swordsman has been born, and the world has changed since then: "Thinking that you are old and frail and confused, I don't care about you, hurry up and admit defeat to save you from death." ”

"Haha!

"Come!"

Come on, come on, come on, when Yin stabbed out with a sword, Changhong ran through the sun-

Ke Wu! Ke Wu! Stepping on the shoulders of giants, stepping on the top of the mountain, the sun is in the west, the sword shines in the east, this battle is called-

Amazing battle!

Thousands of miles of clouds and smoke, a blockbuster is amazing, Fang Daxia, there will be a period later!

It's been eight years, it's been eight years! Back then, Xue Wanli became a prophecy, who could have thought of Xiao Zhaohua, Boss Fang, the most unsuccessful disciple of Shangqing, Daoist Fang, who could also compete in this much-anticipated martial arts conference, and dare to compete with heroes! Victory is gratifying, defeat is okay, it is amazing enough to not fight, it is a mule or a horse to walk out, and the same is true for a donkey! En, yes! You have a broken gong voice, I am screaming more clearly, it is a miracle, majestic and vigorous! Your ears are pricked up, and your eyes are polished! Shang Bafang, Bian Yidao, Xuanyuan Sword, is that all given for nothing? It's not luck, it's strength, the martial arts conference is not a big deal, who is the first to measure: "Huh-"

A stick in the air, and the sword will be broken!

Yan Beige is not polite, Yan Beige is not polite, let his cowhide blow through the sky, and his subordinates have to see the truth!

The stick has not arrived, the sword has been collected, and it is a half-style.

Always.

It is also helpless, there is a high mountain in front of me, which cannot be shaken, and I want to climb over it first to seek self-protection, and slowly figure it.

Yan Beige grabbed it, and the stick chased the wind and electricity, which was unusually fast!

So so.

Can't hit it!

But I saw him floating on the left and shaking on the right, like a fallen leaf in the wind, like a boat in the wind and waves, and more like a lonely ghost and a wild ghost, fluttering and vast. Strange and strange, inhuman? Yan Daxia was also a little surprised for a while, and said in his heart that the kid's swordsmanship was not very good, but there was a look at the kung fu of dodging and evading. At the moment, the seven points of force have been exerted, and the wind of the Russian stick has risen, and the clothes have been swayed, and the hair has been stirred! The seven points of force are not very much, and there is no ten points of strength, and the young man has a stick in the air to split his head and cover his face, heavy, extremely fast, and there is a thunderous momentum, but it is also average, and he cannot hit him.

Elephants dance, mosquito footsteps, their own footing, the body has no end.

Daoist Fang, like Wu Zen, looks at him ordinarily, and only when he really fights does he know how powerful. Several people in the audience gloated together, and the same tragedy reappeared in Yan Daxia, and the ability of the Fang gang leader was really not covered! He was firmly in an invincible position with a set of magical body methods that stood alone in the world, and you couldn't beat him, but how could you beat him? I just don't know, but where did it come from? No one knew, except for Mo Luo, Mo Luo was also watching, and Mo Luo didn't say anything. The Living Buddha said that he was the reincarnation of Lord Vishnu, maybe he was the reincarnation of Lord Vishnu, and Moro didn't know, and Moro didn't have to know.

The mosquito is the old mosquito, the elephant is the Huba Cilen, I am one of the heaven and earth, one of the people, all things in heaven and earth can be my teacher, I can also be a teacher of heaven and earth, this set of body method comes from heaven and earth, and all things in heaven and earth are magical. The magical Fang Daoist, Yan Daxia is generally uncontrollable, and a magical wild donkey was born. Yan Daxia is shocked, Yan Daxia has done his best, and Wuzen's heart is happy again, just look at it! This is Brother Fang Yin without Zen! This is it!

It's better than no Zen!

He is not a coward, he is not a wreck, he will lose to Yue Ling if he doesn't have the heart, Yue Ling knows it.

He is a native of Shangqing, he is a Taoist priest, Shangqing has been proud since then, and all people are witnessing a miracle -

And a sword.

Qingping moves, and the wind rises from time to time.