Marquis of Grand Xia

In front of Weicheng, when the war was fierce and the two points were exhausted, Li Tiejiang appeared on the battlefield and gave a final blow.

The blue robe has powerful eyebrows, cracks spread, and blood spews like a spring.

thumping!

Mighty power fell to the ground, blood stained with dust and sand, a tragic battle, a slapstick end.

It is unbelievable, but I have to believe that the fate of the fate of the fate of God Realm was finally killed by Li Tiejiang.

In the war situation, the young people in Tsing Yi, the teacher, and Ning Chen were all stunned. For a time, it was difficult to accept.

Is it still possible?

Ning Chen was inexplicably sad in the two worlds. After so much hard work, he was finally picked up.

"admire!"

Aside, the young man in Tsing Yi arched his hand.

This old blacksmith must have been here for a long time, and he hasn't been able to hide, just for the last time.

Old traitor!

He was still too young, too young.

The young people in Tsing Yi sighed with emotion.

"admire!"

The teacher also said a little lightly.

Blacksmith Li grinned and said, "You're welcome, help should be in the neighborhood."

Ning Chen really didn't want to bother about these shameless guys. He stepped forward and inspected the old robe of the blue robe, and found many good things.

Behind, the young man in Tsing Yi, the blacksmith Li, and the teacher Mr. also curiously stepped forward to see what they had.

A piece of divine iron, a bottle of immortality, a piece of jade jade, and a small kit containing a rusty key.

"Split," the young man in Tsing Yi rubbed his hands and said.

The teacher also stared at the searched things without blinking.

"Give me this piece of broken iron." Li Tiejiang said with a smile.

The young man in Tsing Yi glanced contemptuously at the former. His face is really big. The value of this piece of **** iron will not fall under a city.

"Jade Jane." Mr. Teacher said lightly.

Seeing that the stolen goods were about to be divided, the young man in Tsing Yi hurriedly said, "I want medicine."

Three things have been selected by three people, leaving only a rusty key.

The key was in the kit, and I can see that the old blue robe cares a lot. However, no matter how much I care, it is still a broken key.

"Brother Ning, this key may be a baby, so I'll give it to you." The young man in Tsing Yi took a big advantage in your face, said.

"Ha ha."

Ning Chen also smiled and put away the keys, too lazy to despise him again.

"How to deal with this old monster?" The young man in Tsing Yi asked.

Ning Chen looked at the old blue robe on the ground and said, "Who will search the soul?"

The young man in Tsing Yi was startled and said, "I can't do such a vicious secret."

Blacksmith Li also shook his head, saying he would not.

"Do you want to know how to practice Daojian?" The teacher asked.

"Ok."

Ning Chen nodded and smiled, "I don't have to meet any kind of enemies in the future, learn more about life-saving methods."

Mr. Teacher remained silent for a long time, calmly said, "I will."

This time, everyone's turn was surprised.

Ning Chen, Li Tiejiang, and Tsing Yi young people all look at the former, Emperor Shendi? Confucianism?

"It was never used when I was young," the teacher said lightly.

At the same time, the three of them responded with a smile, and believe this old guy, they are fools.

The teacher did not care, stepped forward, and pressed his right hand against the blue robe, the old celestial spirit, forcibly searching for the soul.

The deceased is gone, the last three souls and seven souls have not yet disappeared.

About half an hour later, Mr. Teacher closed his hands, and tired eyes flashed in his eyes.

"It's done."

In the gaze of the three people, the teacher said, "However, there is also bad news."

"What bad news?" The young man in Tsing Yi puzzled.

"This man is an elder in the temples," the teacher said calmly.

"Cough."

The young man in Tsing Yi cried violently.

"It seems to be in trouble."

Blacksmith Li still had a simple smile, and said.

"Back to the city."

The young man in Tsing Yi turned around and walked into the city without a word.

Blacksmith Li kept up and did not stay outside the city.

Ning Chen frowned, stepped forward to put away the old blue robe's body, looked at the teacher, and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Okay!" The teacher nodded.

"Back to the city."

After receiving the answer, Ning Chen did not stay for a moment, and walked towards Weicheng.

The four returned to the city, and when they arrived in the city, they were relieved.

The reputation of the temples is too scary.

In the God Realm, there are countless huge forces, and there are countless powers of God and Devil level, which are extremely terrifying.

All parties in the **** realm have branch halls of the temples, which provokes this force, and the consequences are very troublesome.

In the east of the city, four people returned. In front of the blacksmith's shop, the woman saw the four people, and she said gently, "How?"

"Solved." Li Tiejiang replied.

"Then why do you look so complex?" The woman puzzled.

"It seems to be in trouble."

Blacksmith Li grinned, "That man is the elder of the temples."

When the woman heard the words, her look changed slightly, and she immediately recovered as before, calmly saying, "It's okay. In this Weicheng city, it's a tiger or a dragon. They have to lie on their stomachs, and no one dares to do anything."

After talking, the woman looked at the three and continued, "You all have injuries, come in and rest for a while."

"Thank you!"

"Grateful!"

"thank!"

Ning Chen, the young man in Tsing Yi, and the teacher responded. Without any escaping, he walked towards the blacksmith shop.

In the blacksmith's shop, the woman poured tea for three people and prepared some food.

At the table, the three of them ate and drank unkindly.

The blacksmith stood aside and grinned. It is rare today that no iron is hit.

"What about the temples?"

The young man in Tsing Yi stuffed a piece of dry cake into his mouth, unclear.

"do not know."

Mr. Teacher answered with a cup of tea.

"Blacksmith Li, you were killed, what should you do?"

The young man in Tsing Yi began to shirk his responsibilities and asked.

"Everyone did it together ..."

Li Tiejiang's smile was plain, and he didn't turn his back on it.

"Brother Ning, you are the one who caused the trouble, express your opinion?" The young man in Tsing Yi continued to shrug.

"Everyone did it together."

Ning Chen is also not fooled, responding.

The young man in Tsing Yi despised the two and continued to eat.

After eating at one table, they were quickly cleaned by three people. One battle really exhausted the three people.

"Ming Dao Jian's cultivation method will wait for you silently." Mr. Teacher said lightly.

"Thank you, Mr. Ning Chen."

"You carry this matter," the teacher said with a calm expression.

"puff!"

The young man in Tsing Yi who was drinking tea spouted the tea in his mouth and then coughed violently.

High, really high!

Ning Chen looked at the teacher across the table and smiled for a long time, "Divine Emperor Master, the name is well-deserved!"

"Fake name."

The teacher said indifferently.

"it is good!"

Ning Chen nodded and said, "I will take care of this matter, but, as far as possible, should the three seniors also do their best?"

"Good to say."

The three expressed their opinions and agreed very happy.

Outside, it was getting dark, and Ning Chen, Mr. Teacher, and young people in Tsing Yi were still sitting at the table, with no intention of leaving.

However, seeing the trio's woman, she slammed directly and drove the three shameless guys out.

Suddenly, the blacksmith's gate was closed, Li Tiejiang smiled slyly, and Bai Sensen's teeth were so dazzling.

As night fell, the cold wind blew, and the three stood outside shivering.

Mr. Teacher's face was indifferent, still maintaining the posture of Confucianism.

The young man in Tsing Yi shrunk his neck, trying to keep himself warm.

On the side, Ning Chen held the Ming-Tao Sword Technique under the silence of the teacher, and looked at the moon that was not bright.

"is it hard?"

Bored of leisure, the young man in Tsing Yi stepped forward and asked.

"Not easy." Ning Chen replied.

"This is a forbidden technique, let others know that you will be chased after you repair this thing," the young man in Tsing Yi reminded.

"Hiding is not to be discovered."

Ning Chen does not matter, chasing? He didn't even know how many times he was chased and killed, and he was used to it.

"are not you cold?"

The young man in Tsing Yi shook his feet a few times and asked.

"I am a cold body."

Ning Chen smiled, "So, it's more resistant to frost than you."

"mean."

The young people in Tsing Yi said uncomfortably that the magic of Weicheng was too strong, suppressing the cultivation of all people, so that they would become similar to mortals.

For a long night, Ning Chen has been studying the cultivation method of the Ming Dao sword, and unconsciously, the night gradually passed.

In the east, when the sky is going to dawn, in front of you, the wooden house opens and a beautiful shadow casts out.

After two days of rest, Yun Man looked a lot better. He looked at the three people outside and smiled, "I heard you are in trouble?"

The three looked at each other without a word, and turned to walk outside the city.

The girl was pretty, but her mouth was so poisonous that she pierced the painful place.

In the rear, Yun Manji showed a bright smile on his face, so relaxed for the first time in thousands of years.

If she wasn't tasked, she really didn't want to leave this place of paradise.

Inside and outside the city, the three men came back and forth, carrying the wood back and forth again and again.

The task of reconstruction after the disaster was heavy, and the three men had tossed for more than ten days before rebuilding the wooden house.

Looking at the brand-new wooden house in front of them, all three people's faces are gratifying, not bad.

As the night fell, the three returned to their cabins, and finally no longer suffered from the wind and rain.

Under the oil lamp ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ning Chen looked at the ban in his hand, and his brows grew tighter.

Difficult!

"Boom!"

Outside, knocking on the door sounded, however, Ning Chen in the room was devoted to studying the method of Daojian cultivation, but did not hear it.

With a squeak, the door of the house opened and Yun Manji walked in, just about to speak, but swallowed again.

In front, under the lights, the plain white hair is a figure, a silver brilliance rises, and the edge is sharp.

The sword of beheading, combining the former's own sword intention, is sublimated to the utmost, and it is actually under the divine magic that suppresses everything, showing its edge.

Yun Man's eyes clenched tightly, his eyes flashing hesitation.

This is the best opportunity. At this time, he should be completely unprepared.

After hesitating for a long time, Yun Manji sighed softly, let go of the clenched hands, and did not shoot.

She could not forget the task, but at least not here.