Respect

? The ancient breeze does not like w..lā

I never liked it.

In the past, killing was for survival. If you did n’t kill, you would be killed. And if you killed so many people, he really killed enough, the disgust to kill, the disgusting to kill, enough to kill.

This is one of them.

Second.

He practiced for five hundred years. The path of practice is more bumpy and bumpier than anyone, and it is clearer than how difficult it is for anyone to practice this path. Therefore, in many cases, he ca n’t kill without killing. Forgive, forgive, forgive.

of course.

Forgiveness is forgiveness.

He can forgive once, but never second.

This is his principle.

It was before, it is now, and it will not change in the future.

Despite his disgusting murder and no desire to kill any more, if anyone hits the bottom line, he will still do the same.

Although he didn't want to, he had to admit that sometimes only killing can solve the so-called trouble more directly and effectively.

He looked up and looked around.

众 When everyone around him touched his eyes, each one looked like a ghost, he was afraid, and he stepped back.

The desolate pavilion has long been turned into a pile of ruins.

He was still kneeling on the ground, but Yuanmu had already fallen apart, and people seemed to have only one breath left.

Seeing Gu Qingfeng walking towards the old gentleman with dead wood, dry feathers and other lonely old men rushed over to protect the dead wood at the first time. At the same time, Liu Qingyan, Qingxi and other five-colored eighteen swords and twenty-four young men did not hesitate all Rush over.

Apparently.

They would rather die than watch Gu Qingfeng kill dead wood.

"Who is your Excellency!"

"What the **** are you doing to my uncle?"

"I don't know where my Master withered wood offended your lord, so you don't hesitate to kill the war in my Wuser Mountain."

There was no stop at the foot of the ancient breeze. Looking at them, he said, "I have said so many times and don't want to repeat it."

"you!"

Wu Kuyu and other Wushan people were so anxious, but they did n’t know what to do, but they could n’t, but how could they do it? This man not only shattered the discoloration of the five-color change array, but also caused countless deaths and injuries. Even the reincarnation of the toad boy was shocked to death by his slap. In the face of such a mysterious and strange, his strength was shocking. People, they really do n’t know what to do.

The ancient breeze approached step by step, Ku Yu and others were preparing to fight to guard.

I just don't know why. Suddenly, they felt their hearts sink, and it felt like they were being pressed by a huge mountain.

As the ancient breeze came step by step, the pressure became more and more high. A mountain pressed against a mountain, which made them sweat and tremble, and made their faces pale.

With a bang, the twenty-four young men were stiff and paralyzed.

Then, the eighteen swords are the same.

Immediately after the five lonely elders such as Ku Yu, Qingxi couldn't withstand this inexplicable pressure, and was paralyzed by the pressure, unable to move.

The ancient breeze went to the ruins of the gazebo. When he raised his hand, the palms of his hands shone, and he placed it gently on the top of the old man's head. He looked at the paralyzed dead feathers, Qingxi and others, shook his head and sighed.

After a sigh, the inexplicable horror pressure disappeared without a trace. The people in Wuseshan were all relieved, one by one softly on the ground like mud, sweating heavily, gasping heavily, and there was no trace of strength on their bodies.

Xu glanced up at the crowd and glanced over the three people. They were three reincarnated people, and they looked ordinary, even ugly.

"It ’s all wolves, why do you need to pretend to be sheep? It ’s not easy to practice, and reincarnation is not easy. Since you picked up a little life from the catastrophe, you have to find a quiet place to practice honestly. ! "

The three reincarnated people seemed to have disguised themselves, but from their eyes, they still saw deep embarrassment and embarrassment.

When the ancient breeze waved his hand, Father Deadwood disappeared without a trace. As he turned to leave, a tender and worried voice came: "Big brother ..."

I am Xiao Jiner.

At this moment, Xiao Jin'er stood with Han Dong, Ouyang Ye, Qian Shan and others, watching Gu Qingfeng leave, Xiao Jin'er quickly asked: "Brother, where are you going?"

"I have to find a quiet place to help the old man remake the gods."

"Ah ... but big brother, will it take a long time?"

"Unclear, it shouldn't take long."

"Brother, will you come back?"

当然 "Of course, I haven't finished my work here and will not leave."

As soon as I heard that Gu Qingfeng would not leave, Xiao Jin'er said cheerfully: "Well then, big brother, wait for you to help the old man rebuild the Yuan Shen, remember to come to Jin'er, Jin'er will always wait for you."

The ancient breeze nodded and smiled.

"You! You! Who is it?"

This sentence was not asked by Xiao Jiner, because Xiao Jiner never doubted Gu Qingfeng's identity, and the question was Ouyang Ye.

to be frank.

She does not believe that the ancient Qingfeng, which had been wiped out three years ago, can die and be resurrected.

Yes.

She doesn't believe it.

At least, she didn't believe it before.

But now, she didn't know whether she should believe it or not.

She can accept that the old nine who is posing as a Chiyan boy has the same rocky body as the real Chiyan boy,

He can also accept the same musical accomplishments of the world.

I can even accept mysterious and weird terror methods.

However, she could n’t accept that this old nine was as lazy as Chiyan, just like a cynical male brother ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~. Lonely and arrogant, like a **** of war who ravages the world.

Because whether she is a cynical son or a **** of war who is arrogant and domineering, she has been fascinated.

Do not!

I was not once.

Even now, she still remembers clearly how leisurely Chi Yan's son was when Yunxia was sent, and he also remembered how arrogant and arrogant he was when he was at the turmoil in Taixuantai.

This is the case of Xi Chiyan.

Now this old nine is the same.

She is almost exactly the same as Chi Yan in her memory, without any changes.

Ouyang Ye can't tell whether the man in white in front of him is the oldest nine who is posing as Chiyan, or the Chiyan who can't forget her heart so far.

she does not know.

really want to know.

Not only did she want to know, but Han Dong and Qian Shan also wanted to know the answer to this question. She also believed that Lao Jiu could not be Chiyan, but this time, she also began to doubt, frowning, and sinking. He asked, "Are you really Chiyan?"

The ancient breeze looked at Ouyang Ye, and then looked at Qianshan, shook his head, as if helpless, did not say anything, and was too lazy to explain anything to them, waved his hand, stepped out, and people disappeared.

(To be continued.)