My Disciple Died Yet Again

The people on the ground have disappeared, and the bright red blood has flowed from the head. It has been awkward in a moment. I wished that I had lived for 28 years. I saw such a **** scene for the first time, and the person in the pool was just a child of about ten years old.

"Zhao Xiaopang!" Wang Xiaoyou first recognized the people on the ground and exclaimed. Zhu Yao was only able to return to God from the shock, and he caught the eyes of Wang Xuzhi. The little boy struggled a few times and plunged into her arms without saying anything, as if she was scared.

Zhu Yao is also afraid, recalling the little fat man he saw on the day when he got the identity token. Unexpectedly, only a month's effort, he fell in front of himself, no breath. Inadvertently looking up, but seeing the ten-step open place to stand another child, is also a familiar face, that day, the double Linggen Xiaoyi. At this time, his eyes wide open and panting, looking at Zhao Xiaopeng, who was already silent on the ground. His white clothes were already ruined, and his body was covered with various wounds that were bleeding. In the eyes, there is no suffocating suffocation. The key is that he has a long sword in his hand, and the sword still carries undead blood. What he just did, goes without saying.

The sound here has attracted the attention of many people, and many disciples have already leaned over here.

"Bold, actually dare to kill the same door." Du Yuanchen was the first to react, a leap to fly to Yi Yi, kicked off the sword in his hand. Calling out his flying sword, he stopped him, and turned to the disciple who ran over, "Go and inform Master."

Yi Yi did not resist, or was unable to resist, and Du Yuanchen easily slammed on the ground. A pair of clear eyes still shines unyielding.

More and more disciples gathered around and began to whisper on the scene. They appeared on such a scene. Zhu Yao was also a little confused. He only looked at Wang Xuzhi’s eyes tightly and prevented him from seeing it.

"What is so embarrassing!" A loud voice sounded like a resounding echo from the sky. A white shadow flew from the main hall. It was the head of Qiu Gu’s purple, just a little noisy scene, and it was quiet.

Zi Yan's eyes swept across the ground, Zhao Xiaopeng, look a glimpse, squat down and look at it, waved a pinch, and a light curtain covered the blood man on the ground. The head that had just flown blood suddenly stopped, and the wound was healing at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye. Wait until the light curtain dissipates, and then feed the other party what to eat. Half-meeting the child recovered his breath before turning around and questioning the people around him.

"It’s so bad to kill, who is starting to be so vicious." The injured child, he came to know, is the son of the great disciple of the peak of the purple edge of the real edge of the Yuan Dynasty, I heard that it is a good qualification, how can it hurt this.

"Hey Master." Du Yuanchen pulled up the people around him. "It is this person."

Zi Yan looked at Du Yuanchen's eyes, and the eyes fell on the children in his hands. His eyes were cold for a moment. "what happened?"

Du Yuanchen gave a ceremony to Ziyan and continued: "I and the younger brother, I wish the teacher and sister passed through this place, just to see that this person has seriously injured Zhao Shidi."

Zi Yan turned back and looked at Zhu Yao, who was holding Wang Xuzhi, and stayed for a while. Little teacher, how is she here! Could it be... The purple conditioned reflexes tightened his storage bag and looked around four times until he couldn’t see the man who was chilly. Fortunately, Tai Shishu did not come.

Covering the cough, he immediately told a disciple next to him: "Go to the peak to inform the purple edge of the real person, and Yuan Xiu to come to the hall." Looked at Du Yuanchen, hesitated and glanced at the wish: "You... ...follow me to the hall."

After talking about the child in his arms, Yu Jian went to the main peak. As a witness, Zhu Yao had to go to the main peak with Du Yuanchen and the child named Yi Yi.

Until the entrance to the main hall, Zhu Yao was reminded of the hand that released the eyes of Wang’s little friend. It’s rare that this time the little boy didn’t lose his temper. It might have been scared by the scene, and his eyes were less bright in the courtyard. Unconsciously clutching her clothes.

I wish you a little soft heart, and the scene was even shocked by her adult, let alone a child, and touched his little head: "Don't be afraid, there is a sister!"

Wang Xuzhi stunned and looked up at her. He nodded after half a moment, then shook his head again.

I wished a sigh and pulled his hand into the hall.

In addition to the purple scorpion in the hall, there are two people, one is a little older, and there is a strong atmosphere in the body. It should be the purple edge of the peak of the peak, and one person stands behind him, presumably just the Zhao Xiaopeng’s father, Zhao Yuanxiu. The little fat man is gone, and it is estimated that he has been sent to the body.

Du Yuanchen, who is one step ahead of them, has already said what happened just now. And Yi Yi didn't know what spell was being applied, and he was tied by a ring of light.

The face of the purple cicada is somewhat dignified, and the brow is deep and trivial. It seems to be how to deal with it.

"Looking at the righteousness of the same door, the younger generation is so hot and must be severely punished." Zhao Yuanxiu on the one side has already tolerated, and his eyes are tied to the children who are tied to the ground. "Please ask my uncle for me." Justice."

Zi Yan raised his hand and motioned him not to worry. He asked a few steps forward to ask for a wound. "You said, why should you put this heavy hand?"

Yi Yi’s little girl’s face was stubborn, holding a wound, but he replied in one word: “He, live, that!”

At the time, Yuan Xiu rushed out: "Things are now ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You still don't think about repentance. You see what the rules are."

Yi Yi snorted and retorted, "When did your son care about the rules of the house, bullying the door, and sticking people, I told him to do it for the heavens, I only regret it."

"You!" Yuan Xiuqi is about to start. But it was stopped by his master's purple edge.

Purple edge is just a cold look at the child on the ground, turned to Zixiao said: "Senior brother, the facts have been clear, the door has a door rule, but also hope that the brother can handle the public."

"The purple-haired teacher thinks how to deal with this matter." Zi Yan asked.

In the purple edge, he touched his white beard and looked casual. However, the words were all cold. "According to the rules of the door, the repair is done, the roots are removed, and the door is removed."

The language is falling, even the people present in the place are all a glimpse. The eyes on the ground are also a little desperate. A pair of small hands clenched into the palm of the hand and ooze some blood. But still biting his teeth, no sound.

The purple eyebrows are wrinkled deeper, and it is better to abolish the cultivation. Only when the roots are removed, they can never be cultivated. This disciple named Yi Yi is a good seed, so it is a pity that it is ruined, but the face of the younger brother can not be given. Some time is a bit difficult. I glanced around and looked at the person who led my little disciple to the door. In the middle of the law, he gave a courtesy to the door, a tone of respectful opening. "This matter, I don't know what the uncle has."

Ah? What the hell?

I wish you a feeling of being caught in the ball.