Heavens and Worlds Pawn System

The city of Xiangyang is overcrowded, and no one can be sure how many conceited people are hidden among these people. wap.wuxiaspot.com

In order to prevent the hero convention from disrupting the law and order of Xiangyang and causing bad things to be done with good intentions, the Guo Jing couple have been working hard day and night, mobilizing beggars to help others, sorting out countless news, and maintaining the law and order of Xiangyang.

For those who are difficult to discipline, they may not give the face of the official army, but the face of the beggars will be a little bit jealous ...

"The Mongolian army is so abominable. They are not able to eat, wear clothes, and can't survive. Why do they always want to invade the Central Plains?" Guo Fuyuan, a seemingly only ten-year-old, with a face carved in powder Yuzhuo, a slender little girl standing in the cold cold wind, looking at a bunch of winter plums, whispered softly.

"Because the human heart always has more desires, the gully is difficult to level." The old man dressed in purple robes, silver-haired shawls, faced with an old and godlike face came slowly, and put his hand on the little girl's head and rubbed: "So as long as you have strong , It will continue to stage me, I see, I conquer things. "

"Grandpa, will Xiangyang City be okay?" The little girl turned and hugged the old man, and asked with admiration.

"Stupid girl, with your parents and rivers and lakes in town, there will be nothing in Xiangyang." The old man comforted softly.

In this life, he is both right and evil, and he acts unscrupulously, only one daughter has become the heart. As a result, at the end of the day, her daughter was fascinated by a silly boy and couldn't find the north. She became the famous Mrs. Guo.

Later, the little girl was born, replacing her daughter's position in his heart, and became the softest piece in his heart. Therefore, how can he bear the truth?

What he didn't know, however, was that the little girl was far smarter than he thought. Many things were in her eyes, and in her heart, she had her own judgment.

Holding the grandfather's big hand, he turned his head and glanced at the white Baimei proudly standing in the cold wind. The little girl silently made a wish in her heart: "I hope to repel the Mongolian Army, peace in Xiangyang, and peace in the world!"

"Ding, Guo Xiang's order has been submitted. Please ask the host to rush to Xiangyang as soon as possible to carry out the dream-entry transaction." Above the straight official path, leading hundreds of people, Su Jin, who was escorting twenty carriages, suddenly sounded the system. Voice, his face suddenly freezes.

"What's wrong with Su Lang?" Since the fall of Su Jin that night, Little Dragon Girl didn't like to call Brother Su again, and when she was left and right, she changed to this more intimate title. Look.hair.line.chinese.text.net

"It's okay." Su Jin patted her hand, turned and raised the curtain, and said to Yang: "To speed up, we must rush to Xiangyang before the hero convention!"

Yang nodded his head, waved the whip in his hand, and gently beat it on the horse's ass, shouting loudly: "Everyone speeds up and arrives at Xiangyang City one day earlier, each rewards one hundred and two silver!"

"Noah!" Under the heavy reward, all the guards were full of momentum, and the speed of the twenty carriages was more than doubled.

Ten days later, in the city of Xiangyang, the guard house, the main door opened, Guo Jing, Huang Rong, Xiao Wu, and a group of beggars to help the elders, accompanied by the guards wearing blue armor, welcomed the heroes, welcomed guests from all directions, and smiled. Yan, gracious and easy-going.

Due to the large number of chivalrous people, the party was barely clean after they were received from the early morning to the afternoon. After talking to each other for a while, and waiting for more than half an hour, when no one came back, they turned back to Jiangshoufu and hosted heroes from all over the place.

"Thank you for giving our couple face to Xiangyang from all over the place." With the humility of Xiangyang General Shou, Guo Jing stood alone at the forefront of countless table cases, arching in front of the black crowd in front of him.

The crowd greeted each other in a rush, and the atmosphere was warm.

Guo Jinghan looked at them with a smile. When the noisy voice gradually calmed down, a solemn and sincere look was also put on his cheeks: "You guys, although I am a husband and wife, we are all reasonable, we know everything, we care about our country Now that the Mongolian army is about to move, Xiangyang is in danger. If I waited out, I ’m afraid the consequences would be unpredictable. If this city is broken and my family is dead, can this river and lake still exist? For our own vital interests, I hope everyone can Together, we will set up a common river-lake alliance to defend the country with the army. "

"Protect the family and defend the country ..." After Guo Jing finished speaking, Huang Rong secretly winked at some people in the crowd. These people suddenly screamed and screamed, driving the emotions of the others. The common blood is gradually flowing in everyone's hearts.

"It's so lively!" Just when morale was rising, Huang Rong was about to push Guo Jing to the main position of Wulin League while he was hitting the iron, a thick and deep voice suddenly came in from outside, and the sake in the shaking wine glass rippled in layers.

"Which hero is here?" Huang Rong frowned, raised the dog stick in her hand, and the beggars who were hiding around helped her students martial.

"The poor monk, Golden Wheel, has seen Mrs. Guo." A great monk wearing a yellow robe, very tall and thin, with a slightly sunken forehead, slowly walked into the lobby with two disciples, and said with a small smile and arching.

"Mongolian Master, King of the Golden Wheel!" Huang Rong screamed sharply: "Dare you dare to appear so brazen before the heroes of the rivers and lakes, are you really not afraid of death?"

King Jinlun shook his head and said, "If I remember correctly, the Xian couple held a hero convention today? It is not a national convention. Besides, there are no Mongolian teachers today, only rivers and lakes golden wheels. If the men in this seat are even afraid of us, What qualifications are there to be the leader of that martial arts? "

"What do you want?" Guo Jing waved at Huang Rong and took the conversation.

"Three poor monks and apprentices also want to participate in the hero convention, and they will meet the Central Plains heroes for a while," said the Golden Wheel Falun Dan.

Rao Yi Huang Rong's teeth were sharp and sharp, and he was run into such a point by the King of the Golden Wheel, and he could no longer drive them away. He had to pinch his nose to respond, and his heart was as sick as eating a fly.

"All of us are very busy, so don't talk about the nonsense and waste time." King Jinlun walked into the lobby with his two disciples, and said indifferently, "Darba, you will meet these heroes for a while. "

The strong man Dalba wearing a gold robe and holding a golden pestle stepped out from behind him. A pair of fierce eyes stared at the Central Plains hero with stare: "No sword or gun, let alone death, who will fight me? ? "

"Hugh is crazy." A handsome young man holding a white paper fan flew out of the crowd and said with a loud voice, "Student Du Jinyan, happy master!

Dalba smiled fiercely, half-bow, like a steel fierce beast, and rushed towards the scholar with a cold wind.

With a loud bang, many people have not even noticed what happened. The body of the scholar Xiaoyao is like a kite with a broken line, flying to the rear at high speed, and the blood is empty.

The hordes jumped eagerly, and looked intently, and saw that the scholar slammed heavily on the ground, the sternum was broken, the less air was in, the more air was out, and it was obvious that he could not live.

"Who else?" Dalba asked sneer.

The heroes were silent for a moment.

With the precedent of the scholar Xiaoxiao, no one dares to take his own life to win or lose.

"Elder Lu, who has nine bags, has feet, please enlighten me." Seeing that Zhongyuan Xiong was destroyed by all his ambitions and prestige, the beggar, Elder Lu had feet in his heart, holding a wrought iron in his hand. Stick, stood out from the crowd.

Dalba grinned, turned and rushed towards him. The falling magic pestle hit a cooked iron rod, making a deafening, crisp sound, and the sparks were radiant.

Lu's footed body kept receding, his arms holding familiar iron rods tingling, and his body's qi and blood continued to swell. At some point, a surge of blood rushed back to his throat, and he swallowed again.

"Come back, Elder Lu, you are not his opponent." Everyone sees the score, and if you continue this way, even if you don't die in the battle, you will die after the battle. Guo Jing couldn't bear it, he said loudly.

His body was about to be broken up, and Lu didn't dare to hold on any longer. He set off from Dalba and returned to the Central Plains camp.

"Why, Guo Guoxia is going to play in person? Is there no one in Zhongyuan Wulin?" King Jinlun said sarcastically.

Guo Jing was helpless.

This monk is clearly prepared. The two apprentices belong to the top ranks in the first-class masters, and the ordinary rivers and lakes masters can't help each other. But if he shoots now, wouldn't he be a generation shorter than the King of the Golden Wheel, so what do all the men and women present at the scene think? Where does your face lie?

"Quan Zhenjiao, Qiu Chuji, he will teach you high skills." Among the heroes, Qiu Chuji sighed helplessly and stood up to make a clearance for his famous disciple.

"Oh, you can make Quan Zhenzhang teach yourself, Dalba, this is your glory." King Jinlun laughed wantonly.

Qiu Chuji's face didn't change much, but the others changed their faces.

Since the beginning of Wang Chongyang, Quanzheng religion has always been a famous monk in the Central Plains. Now in the public eye, they are so humiliated by each other, and their faces feel embarrassed.

"Kill the chicken with a slaughtering knife? Qiu Zhang teaches that this waste will not be used by your elderly. Pass it ..." Just then, an empty and whispering voice suddenly came from the door.

"Yes, Master." Followed by a slightly immature voice.

After hearing these two brief conversations, Huo Du and Zhao Zhijing changed their faces at the same time in two distinct waves of the crowd.

The face of the former rose into a liver color, and the eyes flashed; the latter bit his teeth and his eyes were fierce!