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Constant Fire Zhenjun invited Song Shuhang, and his heart was also holding the idea of ​​letting him transfer the 'Tian Ting Fragments' to his personal small space.

Is the question in the ‘Old Heaven’s Fragments’, or is it from the 'Golden Lotus World’? I have to try to know.

"Then let me try." Song Shuhang smashed his hand and pressed it on this ‘Tian Ting Fragment’ and cried: “The white predecessors, is there any way to narrow this piece of heaven?”

"Cut, cut into pieces and put them together." The white predecessors replied.

"Change a way?" Song Shudao - This is a Confucian thing, not his, and it is not good to cut it.

The white predecessors looked at the size of this heavenly fragment. After thinking for a moment, they nodded. "I have a spell that might come in handy. Wait a moment..."

After all, the ancestors of the white predecessors suddenly disappeared.

Seeing that the white predecessor suddenly disappeared, Song Shuhang’s heart suddenly jumped into the eyes of the blind man!

The white predecessors will not shun the evil spirits under the influence of luck.

The last time I died in the Confucian Golden Lotus world, I revisited the place in the past, and Song Shuhang’s nerves are particularly sensitive.

"Book Airlines, are you okay?" A.16 saw Song Shuhang very nervous, reaching out and patted his back.

"Nothing, I am Zhongji today, certainly there will be no problem." Song Shudao.

He repeatedly reminded himself that today is the air transport of ‘Zhongji’.

"If you are nervous, you can sing a song, you can ease the tension."

Snapped!

Song Shuhang's backhand is a "sword-raising technique" that falls on the heart of the red sword.

Heart Devil Akasaka: "???"

It is a sincere suggestion this time.

But... it’s so cool.

"Oh yeah ~ ~ It really feels the best." The heart of the red scorpion sword is comfortable.

Song Shuhang nodded silently, and he was not nervous at once.

brush!

At this time, the white predecessors reappeared.

He holds a booklet in his hand.

Song Shuhang vaguely saw the words "Sleeve in the Sleeve" written on this booklet.

"Well, this is the first thing, then it is... then it is the road, and then it works." The white predecessors looked at the booklet while waving their right hand while swearing at the road.

White predecessor is this on-site learning?

Do it while watching, nothing is not what I will not - BY: white.

Baihe Zhenjun took out his mobile phone and turned it into a petite female human form. He held his mobile phone and squatted on the ground, constantly squirming. He was trying to record the actions of the white predecessors with video.

Creeping and creeping, it creeped to the feet of Song Shuhang.

"Books are going fast, and they are blocking the way." Baihe seniors whispered.

Song Shuhang: "..."

He and A-16 avoided one side.

Then he gently said: "The white crane predecessor."

"Busy, no matter what, don't affect me. This is the most important moment in my life. I don't allow any interruptions."

Song Shuhang silently closed his mouth, and reached out to make a zipper on his mouth - he originally wanted to tell the white crane predecessor that its video recording function has not been recorded. But since the white crane predecessor told him to shut up, he only shut up. As a younger generation, he is very respectful to his predecessors.

"Almost understand." The white predecessor split, and then he threw the booklet to Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang caught the booklet and looked confused.

"I learned, it's useless." The whites were separated.

In other words, send me?

“Thank you for your predecessor.” Song Shuhang’s beauty will open this booklet.

Eight-piece spells - in the sleeves.

Eight Pinxuan can be cultivated.

The process of cultivation is very complicated, and you need to start learning after you need the realm of Xuansheng first place [contact law].

[I am the first holy sect of the millennium Song Xuansheng. 】

Then, Song Shuhang silently collected the booklet.

He is still very self-aware, he is the first holy year of the millennium, too water. This spell, I am afraid I still have to wait for him to practice after eight products.

The most important thing is... don't understand.

Although the booklet was written in Chinese, each of the above words was recognized by Song Shuhang. When they were together, he was arrested.

He needs to ponder and ponder, and the white predecessors, the turtles, the Chuge masters, and the Akasaka sword predecessors are all around, first understand the contents of the booklet.

Then when you wait for eight items, you can start practicing directly.

On the side of the white crane Zhenjun squatted on the ground, staring at Song Shuhang with a resentful gaze - a booklet that the white predecessors touched.

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"Henghuodao friends, do you have clothes with wide sleeves?" Bai predecessors replied in a voice, he was a avatar, and his clothes were not the body of the instrument that could be ever-changing.

"Please wait for Baidaoyou." Henghuo really smiled.

After a while.

A Confucian disciple took a brand new Confucian robes and handed them to the white predecessors.

"White predecessors want to change clothes? Do you want to help?" Baihe Zhenjun jumped from the ground and shouted.

"No." The white predecessors opened the Confucian robes and placed them directly on their bodies.

Song Shuhang took out his mobile phone and aimed at the white predecessor to turn on the recording video function. The white predecessors will soon be able to display the ‘sleeves in the sleeves. This scene must be recorded and useful later.

Well, yes, learn.

The white-faced white-faced avatar split, and the left hand smashed a mark, and the right-hand sleeve was gently rolled against the ‘the heavenly debris.’

A stream of light flashed, and the fragments of heaven have disappeared.

"Heavy, I feel that my sleeves will be torn at any time." The white predecessors gently licked their sleeves and said: "Well, when you show this 'sleeve in the sleeves', you have to match a better quality robes, or Then find a magical power, and use it with the 'sleeve of the sleeves', the effect is better. Book Air, open the door."

"Come." Song Shuhang reached out to open the core world entrance.

The white predecessors stepped into the virtual world and stepped into the core world.

Song Shuhang stopped the mobile video recording, and nodded with satisfaction. The pictures of the white predecessors who displayed the "Sleeve in the Sleeve" have been perfectly recorded.

Then, he turned his head and looked at the white crane, who was lying on the ground, and smiled.

"What are you?"

Song Shuhang put away the mobile phone: "I just wanted to tell the white crane predecessor that the function of recording video on your mobile phone has not been opened. From beginning to end, you just shook the white predecessor with the lens."

Baihe Zhenjun: "!!!"

It quickly tapped the phone and clicked.

After a while, it froze.

The feathers on the back of the wings are erected.

"You told me not to tell me earlier?" Baihe Zhenjun was on the ground and his strength was drained.

Su Shi A-six smirked: "Because it is the white crane predecessor, let your book air do not bother you, no matter what."

Bai Hezhenjun burst into tears.

"叮~"

At this time, its mobile phone received a message.

[Ba Song sent you a video]

白鹤真君: "???"

"The video clips of the white predecessors who performed "The Sleeve in the Sleeve"." Song Shuhang smiled slightly.

Baihe Zhenjun: "Snippet? Isn't there a full version?"

"The full version is naturally there." Song Shuhang smiled awkwardly, laughing like ‘what can sell big 佬’, kind and kind.

"Hey, even if I throw the Lingshi into the toilet, I won't buy video from you... How much? You can open a price." Baihe Zhenjun bite his teeth.

“Just kidding.” Song Shuhang took the small hand of Su Shi’s A-16 and stepped into the core world. He smiled and said: “It’s the full version.”

There is no video production tool on his mobile phone. He doesn't know how to cut the video. It is of course the full version of the white crane.

Bai Hezhenjun leaped from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and then broke into the core world.

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In the core world.

Song Shuhang’s opening of the core world is at the edge of the world.

There is a large open space here, which is the new territory that the core world expanded after he purified the nine evil spirits for the ‘beast repairing’ patients.

After the core world has eaten enough, it is still slowly digesting, and the area of ​​this open space is still slowly expanding.

"I want to release the fragments of the heavens." The white predecessors said.

Song Shuhang nodded: "No problem, just put it here."

At the same time, the core assistant appeared to be around Song Shuhang and assisted him in manipulation. To avoid the fact that the fragments of the heavens are on the ground, they will be directly integrated by the 'core small world'.

The white predecessors split their sleeves.

It was the streamer that flashed.

boom!

The huge 'Tian Ting Fragments' appeared out of thin air and landed.

At the moment when the heavenly debris falls, the core world is instinctively working.

The ‘soil’ of the open space is turned into mud, enveloping the base of the ‘the heavenly debris’, trying to merge it with the core world.

"Stop and stop." The small hand of the core assistants waved in succession, in conjunction with Song Shuhang, to stop the integration process of the core world.

After receiving the order of Song Shuhang, the earth in the core world finally stopped.

Those muds wrapped the base of the 'Tian Ting Fragments' and no further action was taken.

However, the mud is still creeping in a small area... just like the ‘the heavenly debris’.

Can't eat, oh?

Song Shuhang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Hey, let’s solve it, don’t eat it.

"It seems that the small world of the book's small friends will not repel the fragments of the heavens." Henghuo Zhenjun sighed - that is, their Confucian Jinlian world appetite is too embarrassing.

"It's very unrejected, and it seems that the core world of the book's small friends is simply hungry." Bailong's sister smiled.

Song Shuhang nodded and said: "White predecessors, first put this piece of heavenly debris back. Otherwise I am afraid that the core world will swallow it."

The white predecessors reached out to the fragments of the heavens, and the cuffs were again. The streamer emerged and the fragments of heaven were again brought into the sleeves.

The mud on the ground of the core world reluctantly shrunk back...

White Dragon’s sister’s small claw caught the face—it always felt that the ‘Tian Ting’s shard’ seemed to be missing when it was re-stocked.

Are those muds carrying a layer of base when they are holding the debris of the heavens? Still taking away something else?