Plundering the Heavens

"The years are like white cranes. When you go to a million miles, you have to live for three hundred years, and how many legends have been buried..."

Here is a quaint restaurant in the lobby. In the lobby, filled with different diners, it’s already past noon, but the diners have not yet dispersed. It’s because this restaurant has a cloud tour. Mr. Storytelling is talking about a dusty past that happened 300 years ago in the distant fairyland: "In the words, since the day of the fall of nine, the practice of genius has emerged in an endless stream, and generations of generations are amazing. Tianyuan The strength of Xianjia is also strong in one day. When it first crossed the Xinghai, the wolf ambition wanted to occupy the **** temple of Tianyuan. Now it has been destroyed, and the remaining protoss being taken into the sea, can’t be all day, outside the day, the sons The dojo and the thirty-three days are also in constant battle, and the thirty-three days of the straight battle will be defeated..."

"... When it comes to this, you have to mention the most legendary generation of the three hundred years!"

Mr. Shuoshu talked about it here, and the gavel patted the table and smiled: "Speaking of heroes, heroes, in my days, the most important thing is the hero, whether it is the game with the sky, the victory of the sky. Nowadays, it is necessary to win the four sacred sacred sects of the entire board, or to repair the heavens. In the early stage of this war, the nine saints who resisted the greatest pressure for thirty-three days are now me. Tianyuan Xianjia’s eyes are supreme, but when it comes to legends and legends, they have to say that the 36th most popular in the list of gods, the oldest of them are only a thousand years old, but It is already the name of the world!"

"In this, there is the Yuan Jiajian, who had a hundred-year-old swordsmanship three hundred years ago. There are also the Shoudao Situ, who had broken the stars two hundred years ago, and the ancestors of the ancestors of the 150 years ago. Ten in and ten out, killing the blood of the sea, the **** of the gods Lu Fengxian, of course, less than ninety years ago shocked the Quartet, swallowed a small fairyland Jinwu Shengzun big demon fairy..."

"The younger generation of Xiaoxianzun, who has left the name of Scorpio on this list of gods, has an inexhaustible legend to write, and it is a great feat. I am afraid that it will last for three days and three nights, but if it is about the legendary legend, There is an interesting thing. It is said that there was once a fairy tales in the philosophers of the philosophers. Some people wanted to make a fairy tales, and they made merits for these legendary sages. The princes were not convinced, they were not willing to live under the people, for the immortal name. The second place on the spectrum is to be won, but the first place on the merits, but one person is promoted..."

Mr. Shuo Shuo talked about it here, laughing and not talking, deliberately selling a pass.

The diners below immediately called someone: "Is that Yuan Jiajian?"

Others objected: "It must be the wife of the three thousand, one finger to break the stars!"

Someone even raised the objection: "From the words of the gentleman, it can be seen that these recognized people are not. I think that it may be that the person who appeared in the thirty-three days, who stabbed the singer, was once chased by three sages. The white hair of the little witch..."

Mr. Shuo took a sip of tea and sighed: "You guessed it wrong, that person is a lost hero!"

The diners listened to the slightest gaze, and soon some people sighed: "Oh, yes, that is the dark magic of the northern region of China, Song Guichan. One hundred and fifty years ago, he was the first person of the celestial array. In the end, eight hundred people were killed, but they were suppressed by a fairy..."

There is another humanity: "Should it be that there is no way to help the grand elders of the palace? He was stunned by the North Devils because of the disagreement!"

I heard these arguments. In a seat on the window of the restaurant, a man in a black shirt, the atmosphere is dull, as if he were an ordinary person, but his face is like a young man, but his face is like a boy. It looked a little bit lost. I poured a glass of wine from the huge jar on the table and sprinkled it on the ground. I looked out of the window and came out...

"I think it is a star in the summer. A hundred years ago, he fought with the nine priests for three days and three nights. He died and died."

"Xiahou Xingjun is respectable, but it seems that he is not qualified to go to Yuan Jiajian and Jinwu Da Yaozun?"

In the lobby, the discussion is still going on, and no results have been scored.

"What do you mean by this? Xia Xing Xingjun is only too early to fall, no chance to enter the dojos. Otherwise, with his talent, I am afraid that it is worse than those of Yuan Jiajian. I have to know that he is only twenty. When he was old, he once worked with the ghost king of South Xinjiang. Then he survived ten strokes. At that time, he was just a realm of Jin Dan. Do you think he is not talented?"

"Oh, it’s just the ghosts of the southern kingdom, only dismantling the Wufa, taking advantage of the opportunity to turn the summer, and not repairing it for repression. Otherwise, it’s up to the South Xinjiang ghost king to kill the Da Luo Jinxian. You think He just breathed a sigh of relief, can he stand up in the summer?"

The topic that I saw was already biased. Mr. Shuo was busy putting down the tea bowl and smiled bitterly: "You are not arguing, but you are annoyed. These people are naturally heroes and heroes. They are respected, but they are not the ones I said. It’s not clear enough for the old man to say that this one is the first person to be promoted by the people, not the three hundred years passed away, but three hundred years ago...”

When it came to this, the Mr. Storyteller’s tone sank and condensed: “At the beginning, it was his six days of trouble, and the chaos of the thirty-three days, making it impossible for thirty-three days or even a hundred years. The real army gathered for the soldiers in the dojo, and he also suppressed the two distinguished emperors in the Six Devils Day... that is the son of the Emperor... This made the Taoist monks and the three at that time The capital of the thirteen-day negotiation was even more than that. He took back the pens from the hands of thirty-three days and gave them back to the dojos. This made the strength of the dojos greatly increase, and they had the potential to compete with the thirty-three days. This person is that..."

When he said this, the restaurant was surprisingly quiet.

All the diners are arrogant, some admire, some disdain, more people, they are leisurely sigh...

"What Mr. said is that I have heard of this person's deeds. It is indeed a great hero..."

After a long time, someone sighed and raised the glass and gave a cup to the air.

"Yes, I have heard people say that there are several portraits hanging inside the Daxueshan Temple. This person is one of them. It is said that...he said that he also did many wrong things in the past, but after all, he suddenly realized After making great efforts, the prodigal son will not change the gold..."

"Hey, what kind of prodigal son does not change the gold?"

But when the public diners talked about it, I heard someone sneer, the voice overwhelmed everyone, and said coldly: "You are talking about the square magic three hundred years ago? That is not a good thing, At the beginning, he was in the practice world, it was no evil, no one was screaming at the street mouse. In the days of Tianyuan, he used to fight for the shrine in order to survive. He went to thirty-three days after mixing, and the result was not allowed for thirty-three days. He condemned the people, and later Yuan Jiajian, Jin Wuda Shengzun and others went to save him for thirty-three days. As a result, his life was near, and he was still defamed. Yuan Jiajiansheng and others avenged him, which suppressed the two. Emperor, brought back a pen..."

This is already very ugly. Everyone is looking at it, but he is talking about it. It is a young man dressed in a brocade. When he looks at it, he can see his esteem, and his eyebrows, with a arrogance: "... Oh, this is a devil who has no evils to do, and the result has become a big hero in the population. The world is ignorant, it is ridiculous!"

Someone listened, and there was anger in my heart. I was cold and cold: "This little friend, the legendary borrower said that he was well-known for this predecessor. When he was in Tianyuan, he was fighting for the gods. This was deliberately invested in the shrine, and finally made great achievements, but it was gone. This incident has a testimony of the wild relics in the demon, and it has also been recognized by nine saints. What else does it mean? In addition, the six magic days, the code also borrowed from the record clearly, that is, he gave back the Duxian pen, and suppressed the two emperors, but you are here to open and close, Controversial predecessors, this thing has been done too much?"

"Hey, the code on the list only records what the big guys want you to know, and what do you know in the details?"

The young man in Jinyi sneered and said: "My second uncle has told me personally that the trip is simply a big devil. The evil he once did, the soul is wiped out 10,000 times, and he died. For thirty-three days, that is his creation..."

"What is your second uncle?"

Someone sneered: "Don't you believe that you don't believe in the record, but you believe in other people's nonsense?"

In the middle of the lobby, there was a lot of discussion and it seemed to be chaotic. Most people cast a stunned look at the young man in the brocade. The rumors have always been the most annoying. The demon head was originally from the south. Looking forward, the people of Nanzhao have naturally added a little more to him. In addition, since the nine saints were named for the predecessor three hundred years ago, he has been revered by countless young monks, although about him. Legend has it, there are indeed good and bad, but the more so, the more people believe that he is real, the things recorded in the book have already rooted in the hearts of all people. At this time, I heard someone sing the opposite, naturally unhappy!

"nonsense?"

The Jinyi man suddenly changed his face and swept coldly to the crowd. He said: "My second uncle is Xiao Jianzhi who entered the dojos a hundred years ago. You, the foolish generations, also have the guts to say his words. Is it nonsense? Don't you die?"

As soon as the sentence came out, the field was silent and I didn’t know how many eyes looked at him.

"Oh, Xiao Zhiyuan, you are talking nonsense here..."

But at this moment, a faint voice sounded at the door, and everyone turned around and saw that a tall, tall, tall man came in, and by his side, he followed a lazy male. The lion, even the mighty, all the people I met were far away. The young man came in, but he took a look at the Xiaojia’s younger brother and sneered: "This young master is saying that someone is here. The heroic deeds of my family's grandfather, I came to listen to it, but I didn't expect that when I got here, I heard you swearing here, oh, Fang Zuye, that is the nine saints and the priests. The sages of the sages are all recognized, and the words on the books are clearly remembered. If you move around here and up, can you pour dirty water on his old man?"

In this restaurant, the atmosphere has been suppressed for a long time, and everyone has looked at the young people.

"Who is this person, dare to talk to Xiao's children like this?"

"From his identity to the lion around him, it must be the child of Yu's pulse..."

Some people have low opinions and quickly guessed the identity of the young man. If there is someone who dares to talk to Xiao’s children in this land of Chunan, then there is no doubt that only the Bohai State Yu's vein is a vein. It is also a great family that has been inherited for more than 400 years. Its qualifications and foundation are much stronger than Xiao's. The ancestors of Yu's family are sitting in the town, and Xiao family does not dare to be too persecuted. There are even more rumors that the predecessor of the party has been offering it in the ancestral hall of Yu's vein, and Yu is regarded as the "grandfather"!

"Yu Huairou, do you dare to talk to me like this?"

Xiao Zhiyuan saw the children of that family. His eyes were cold and he said coldly.

"You are disrespectful to the predecessors who have made great contributions, and do not know what to do?"

Yu Huairou was not afraid of him at all. He took a chair and sat down slowly, and his tone was quite hard.

"Oh, what I said was what my second grandfather said, really true!"

Xiao Zhiyuan said coldly: "My second grandfather said, he has not seen the statue of the devil in the temple of the Taoist temples. According to the truth, even if he did not enter the dojos, as long as He made great contributions, and the prodigal son turned back. The Taoist doctrines would also set up his statue, just like the summer star of the year, although he did not have the opportunity to enter the dojos, but he and the nine gods After the same return, the Taoist dojos still included him in the roster, and the devil, hey, if he is..."

"Hey, your uncle..."

Yu Huai-ruo sneered and directly interrupted his words: "How do you know that the Taoist priests do not accept the grandfather, or Fang Zuye does not intend to go in? The most annoying thing is that you are such a person, I do not know where to listen. If you have a little rumor, you will use it to talk. One is guessed by your family's two grandfathers. One is written by the above. What kind of credibility do you say? I really think that singing and rebelling with others here seems to be The world is drunk, you are so alone? It seems that you are holy and innocent white lotus? Don't make a mistake, Xiao Shixiong, maybe not the world is drunk, but you are just as big as a clown, respecting the predecessors is right..."

This time, even the sarcasm and ridicule, said Xiao Zhiyuan's face was gloomy to the extreme.

That Huairou is easy and easy. He lost it in front of Mr. Shuo, but it was a gold ingot with a dozen ingots. He curled up his legs and smiled. "The old gentleman continued to say that he came up with 12 points. I can’t stop the story of the grandfather!”

"This……"

Mr. Shuo is a bit embarrassing, and the gold ingots make him tempted, but Xiao Jia is not offended!

"Yu Huairou, what I hate most is your broken mouth..."

At this time, Xiao Zhiyuan had changed his face and was full of anger and shouted to Yu Huairou.

"Hey, you hate having a fart. My ancestors like it, saying that I have the wind of Fangzu..."

Yu Huairou was proud and said with a smile.

"You...oh!"

Xiao Zhiyuan stood up and smiled coldly: "Your Yu is going to be the devil. I don't say anything. It's your own business, but you are disrespectful to my two grandfathers, but I can't let you down. And, let's say, we haven't had a long time!"

When this was said, it was faint and murderous.

Yu Huai-rui listened, but his eyes lit up and smiled: "I want to start? I am still afraid that you will not succeed?"

The murderous screams, the inside of the lobby, everyone has been trembled, quietly wanting to sneak out, afraid of being smashed and pond fish, but the black man, but at this moment, smiled, looking at the rest of the family At first glance, I nodded with satisfaction, and then leaned against the window, tilted Erlang's legs, held the wine jar in my arms, and I was ready to wait for the look of the show...

"Xiao Jiatie Eagle Sword..."

Xiao Zhiyuan looked at Yu Huairou far away. After a long period of time, after a long sigh of relief, suddenly there was a violent scream, and Jianguang was smashed out. The Jianguang was actually transformed into a ferocious The giant eagle, slaps the past, tearing the tables and chairs inside the lobby to a smash, and a fierce screaming sounds, and the giant eagle has already reached Yu Huairou in the blink of an eye!

“Just a treasure!”

That Huairou was quiet, until the giant eagle rushed to the front, suddenly between, a sip, behind him, awesome mana surge, actually turned into a wild boar look, and this Yu Huairou The rather handsome appearance is not at all similar. It is a path of unparalleled and unparalleled. When it slams, it hits the iron eagle that Jianguang has formed...

Oh la la...

The smoldering sensation shines directly to the surroundings, and the diners in the hall are crying and crying.

However, well, these two young masters are still quite measured, not affecting everyone, the momentum is watching violently, but there is no real killing. After the huge light is shining, Yu Jia’s young master Yu Huairou suddenly rushes out. The wild boar spirit behind him was exposed to fierce light, and the life hit the front of Xiao’s young master Xiao Zhiyuan. The Shao family’s heart was shocked. The sword’s momentum suddenly changed. It’s just going to be a sword, but it’s inexplicable. However, it was a loose, but it was too late to be beaten by the rest of the suspect!

"Karla..."

Xiao Zhiyuan suddenly flew out and crashed into a wall, coughing blood.

"Haha, Xiao Shixiong, you haven’t made any progress in this repair..."

Yu Huairou laughed a lot and looked very proud. He slowly smashed his clothes and the lions around him snorted.

"Yu... Huairou, you... you remember it for me!"

Xiao Zhiyuan fell to the ground and wanted to climb, but his strength was not good. He fell again. Next to him, the next person who served was rushing to help, but he was slap in the ground and then resisted the heart. The blood of the cockroaches was slowed down, and I saw that the people around me didn’t know how many gloating glory eyes looked at themselves. There was no light on the face. Naturally, I couldn’t stay here, and I slammed it to Yu Huai-Ji. Then I licked my chest and slowly walked to the distance, and even the qigong could not be made!

"It’s boring to say this every time..."

Yu Huai-rui sneered a sneer, ignored him, and saw that the restaurant was almost rotten. The book couldn’t be heard. Then a piece of gold was thrown to the shopkeeper hiding behind the counter, then he reached out and put the one. Mr. Shuo, who wants to sneak out against the wall, stunned and smiled. "You can't leave, my gold has already been collected. You have to say the last paragraph, walk around, change a restaurant, find a place with lots of people. Say, you sold enough strength, said something wonderful, I will reward you with gold again..."

After all, it’s a slight glimpse of inadvertently turning back.

He only remembers that a man in black was sitting by the window. When he and Xiao Zhiyuan started to work, the man was very calm. This made him admire and wanted to make friends with him, but he didn’t think about it. The window is already empty, no one.

"Is it because I spent my eyes?"

He thought about it, and when he couldn’t understand it, he shook his head and simply did not think about it.

"Yu Huairou, I... I will kill you sooner or later..."

"I... my grandfather will be back soon, and I will ask him to help me out with this bad smell!"

Xiao Zhiyuan was seriously injured, unable to support, and did not want to fall in front of people, he insisted on entering a narrow alley, wanted to adjust the interest for a while, then hired a carriage to send himself home, but his heart just hated that arrogant Yu Huairou, who kept cursing, but just entered the narrow alley, only felt a darkness in the eyes, raised his head subconsciously, and saw a man in black standing in front of his eyes!

The man stood up with his hand and stood in front of him, seeming to cover the light between heaven and earth.

"You...who are you?"

Xiao Zhiyuan was slightly shocked, and the subconscious felt some fear and whispered.

"who am I?"

The man sneered a sneer, slowly turned around, just a gentle movement, looked in Xiao Zhiyuan's eyes, but it seemed to be a world of inversion, actually made him feel dizzy, until he woke up At that time, the man’s palm in the black man’s hand was already on his neck, and then he only heard a voice rang in his ear, and his heart was frightened!

"You yelled at me for a long time and asked who I am?"

When the "click" sounded, Xiao Zhiyuan’s eyes became straight...

When Xiao Jia’s servant found this alley and saw Xiao Zhiyuan’s body, he saw his face, full of horrible fear, his eyes had dried up, but there Deep in the pupil, you can see endless remorse...