Legend of the Great Saint

Qiu Haiyan's face is pale and the appearance of the shock is undecided. It can be said that I am jealous. If it is someone else, I am afraid that I will be convinced of her words immediately.

However, Fu Qingying and Hua Zanzan are both English-speaking people. They don’t agree with each other, but they have a suspicion, but they have not made a deep investigation.

Begonia and Huachengzan were the first to leave, and the remaining disciples of Qingteng Mountain were refiners in the middle and lower reaches. The Zhuji monks also had no psychological meetings. The Qingtian disciples did not bother to disturb themselves.

Yu Fei and Yu Shuo squinted at each other, well, still go to Qinghe House!

Since then, there has been no Qingtianshan, there is no such thing as the Qingtian disciple, and this master has lost a bit. After the madness, I saw it very open. From then on, Tian Gao was a bird, but maybe it was a good thing. It’s hard to step into the practice road, but it’s not as good as the owner in the Madong Mountain Villa.

Those who have no eye-opening, the foundation-based monks are angry and said: "The enchanting arrogance is so arrogant, paying the buddy, can we not forget this?" "Yes, the squad is all in the same breath, and should be against the enemy."

"But even the two instruments can't stop him, if he finds the door..."

In the snoring, I don’t know who swears, everyone closes their mouths, and they can’t help but look into the deep pits on the sidelines, which is shocking.

"This matter, I will report to the Tibetan Sword Palace, please rest assured, the blood debt of the Qingtian Daoyou will never give up. One day, one day, I will slap the demon under the sword."

Fu Qingyi waved his sleeves, and the heads of various factions gave their words. Only he was alone, standing with his hands and staring at the tiankeng. The moonlight is like silver, and the hair is like ink. Liu Hai hangs down. The expression is dull, but the lips are gradually swaying.

"All brilliant, it is inevitable to return to the market. North Moon. I remember this name."

......

Upstairs, the Begonia and the flower-bearing praise passed through the rain curtain and floated. It's like a pair of fairy companions.

"You have a good rest, I have to go back, I am busy tonight." Hua Chengzan’s voice did not fall, the fragrant wind blew his face, Qiu Haiyan hugged him tightly, he hesitated, put his hand on her back gently A shot, the face is a little helpless.

I don't know how long it took, Begonia let him go. Staring at his eyes.

Hua Cheng praised the heart, her face, across the rain curtain. Some flaws. It’s amazing. But in a flash, it returned to calm.

"Sure enough, no response." Qiu Haijun smiled. Hua Cheng praised Zhangkou’s words, and Qiu Haijun’s expression was suddenly serious: “You tell me seriously, are you using Gu Yanying to cover up the fact that you like men?”

"Of course not, who did you listen to?" Hua Cheng praised and laughed.

"A person who is not a person. It is also possible, how is it possible." Qiu Hai smiled, and the guy said that she was serious, she actually believed.

"You mean?" Hua Chengzan immediately responded.

"We are still good friends!"

"of course."

"That's good, busy with your go!" After Qiu Haijun finished, he turned and left without hesitation.

"Haicang..." Hua Chengzan extended his hand. This is not what he has always expected, but at this time, why do you feel lost?

Finally, Hua Chengzan disappeared in the rainy night, Qiu Haiyan stood still, took a deep breath, looked up, it was tears, mixed with rain, flowing on her cheeks.

When I think of the past, the master once said that "from now on, people who have face-to-face peach blossoms are mostly infatuated women, but they are destined to be unloved and depressed." At that time she was still a little girl, she did not believe this set, and later Believe, but refused to accept the fate, insisted on struggling to the present, and ultimately nothing.

Wiping away tears, showing smiles, even if you can't decide others' minds, can you still control your own mood? Depressed and ended? I want to live happily.

Contribute, I hope that one day, you can meet a person or a demon, let you put it down.

Wash off the makeup, put on a nightdress, sit alone in front of the window, listen to the night rain.

I don't know how long it took, a familiar red figure, falling from the sky.

Qiu Haijun’s heart is happy, he is going to talk to him about what he has done, and listen to his opinions.

"You tell me what the woman is thinking about!" Li Qingshan looked depressed and opened the door.

Begonia is speechless.

......

Hua Chengzan returned to Huafu, and several elders who are good at flying squatting have already returned.

The disciples of the demon are all uneasy and exchanged their eyes. A hundred disciples are puzzled. I don’t know what happened to Qingteng Mountain.

"According to the praise, the monster was caught in the end? How is the old man who died?"

When Hua Zun came back, he was surrounded, and Wang Puzhen asked in a row.

"This is not a place to talk. Please come with me." Hua Cheng praised the hand, and saw the dust and other people are also a concern, added: "There are also chiefs!"

In a quiet room, Hua Chengzan said everything he saw and everything he heard from Begonia. The atmosphere is condensed, and the squad is even though it is an opponent, but after all, it is still a human monk. The old vine has such a end, and it is also disturbing.

In particular, the chief disciples of each of them are like listening to the Tianshu, and it is a horror to razed the old people of Qingteng together with the Qingtian Mountain. Don't say that they are still refiners, even if they are successful in building a foundation, will they be able to escape a life if they face the monster one day?

Li Qingshan was also a "heavy" face, quietly looking at their faces, and his heart was full of fun, until he saw Han Qiongzhi's face sad, only slightly frowning. But it’s a friend of the past, is it worth it?

"So, Jiang Shancheng and the old Ivy are dead in his hands." Wang Puzhen broke the silence.

"Yes, the Tibetan sword palace 诛 盟 盟 , will not be willing to go on, will ask the Yaozu to surrender the murderer ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Yaozu will hand over the murderer?" Yue Jia family worried.

"Never." Han Anjun categorically said.

"The demon will definitely retaliate. Mediation and negotiation are useless, we have to be prepared."

Li Qingshan’s heart was a glimpse of the feelings of Han Qiongzhi. Hua Zhan’s praise was good. Once the demon squad decided to retaliate, Ma Lu’s territory was probably the first to bear the brunt and had to go back to the ground to start preparations. He can go up and down on the ground, like entering a no-man's land. And Fu Qingyi has one person and one sword, deep into the ground, and how many people can stop him?

This is the law of the practice. The strong plays a decisive role. Once it is cultivated, it is a one-sided slaughter. This law, in the war, will be the most thoroughly manifested, the strong will win the light that belongs to them.

If the night does not come, how will the stars shine?

Tonight, the brightest star is called "North Moon."

The legend is about to begin.