Revival of the Gods

Before Myolie was finished, the young man raised his hand to stop her, and said proudly: "I don't care what kind of grievance Jianming and the Lan family disciple are, and whether Jianming is right or wrong, as long as he is your husband-in-law, he calls me With a bang, Grandpa Three, I will definitely protect him!!"

Myolie breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on her face, and she hugged the boy's arm and said, "Hehe, I know that Grandpa San loves me the most!"

"Boom~"

While speaking, the big hands in the sky were firm, and with a big hand, Jiang Jianming quickly fell into the Zhuyin Pavilion.

"You are~"

Jiang Jianming's figure disappeared, and Fu Zhiwen turned out from the side, blocking the boy's path, and asked lightly.

Myolie opened her mouth and scolded: "Get out of the way~"

"Sorry~"

Fu Zhiwen's expression remained unchanged, and he still said, "This gambling battle in Zhuyin Pavilion is not public, please go back!"

"Who are you?"

Myolie said with disdain, "Dare to block the way of my group of Yulou disciples?"

"You don't need to know who I am~"

Fu Zhiwen smiled and said, "As long as you know, this bamboo sound pavilion has been taken over by us, and if you trespass, don't blame me for urging the prohibition!"

"Bold~"

It seems that Myolie is domineering, she scolded without thinking, "Don't say you Zhuyin Pavilion, this is the literary prohibition of this floating jade city, which is imposed by our group of jade buildings, you actually want to use this to threaten our group. Yulou disciple?"

"Hey~"

Fu Zhiwen sneered, took out a Cuizhu-like legal note, stopped talking, looked at Myolie.

The boy frowned and said softly, "Myolie, give him the invitation video!"

"Yes~"

Myolie answered, gave Fu Zhiwen a fierce look, took out a pale red invitation note, and threw it to Fu Zhiwen, "Open your dog eyes and see, we are invited by Jiang Jianming..."

The invitation note that Myolie took out was exactly the same as the invitation note signed by Lan Zhan and Jiang Jianming, except that it only had Jiang Jianming's signature on it.

However, Fu Zhiwen didn't look at it at all. He slapped Xing'er with a slap fan, and yelled, "Nothing big or small!"

"Bold~"

The boy raised his brows, his sleeves stretched out, and a cloud of clouds stood in front of Fu Zhiwen.

The young man could see clearly that Fu Zhiwen was no more than the third-rank third-ranking in the Qing Dynasty, two steps behind his own third-rank fifth-ranking, so he was very sure that Fu Zhiwen could not break through his defense.

However, when Fu Zhiwen almost ignored Xiayun, a silver light flashed on his big hand to tear Xiayun apart, and a slap in the face of Xing'er, slapped Xing'er's charming face to the ground, the boy exclaimed: " Dao... Daoxian??"

Fu Zhiwen ignored the young man at all. He looked at Myolie and said coldly: "I don't know you as much as you think about your first offense. This is a small punishment. If you dare to commit the crime again, you will destroy your soul!"

After speaking, Fu Zhiwen turned and left!

"Grandpa Three, Grandpa Three~"

Fu Zhiwen's shot was not heavy. Myolie urged Wen Li to repair the wound on her face within a few breaths. She cried and said, "You want to vent your anger. He beats me just to beat you! He broke your text and said lightly. I slapped you in the face, and if you say it seriously, it hurt the face of my group of jade buildings!"

"rest assured!"

The young man said with a gloomy face, "At this time, gambling is important. After gambling, I will teach him!"

Myolie's heart shuddered, no longer said anything, and rushed into the Zhuyin Pavilion with the boy.

In the Zhuyin Pavilion, Jiang Jianming calmly stood on top of another rock, with a confident smile on his face, although he could see clearly that Lan Zhan's cultivation level was already as strong as him.

The only thing that made Jiang Jianming uncomfortable was that there was a thin male fairy next to Lan Zhan. This male fairy Jiang Jianming couldn't see the strength and realm, but his eyes fell on the male fairy, Jiang Jianming felt his eyes were stabbed by a flying sword.

Moreover, when the male immortal scanned Jiang Jianming, Jiang Jianming saw the incomparable arrogance in his eyes, and the unspeakable shame and filth flowed from the bottom of Jiang Jianming's heart.

"Damn it!"

Jiang Jianming resisted the humbleness in his heart and cursed in a low voice, "This must be Lan Zhan's invitation. Fortunately, Jiang also has a second hand!"

Lan Zhan raised his eyes to look at Jiang Jianming and said, "Jiang Jianming, can you start?"

"Silk~"

When Lan Zhan was not moving, Jiang Jianming could only perceive the realm of Lan Zhan. When Lan Zhan spoke, Jiang Jianming suddenly realized that Lan Zhan was completely different from ten thousand years ago, and he couldn't help taking a breath.

Not to mention that when Lan Zhan looked at Jiang Jianming, the sword intent in his eyes, just to say that he was calm and unhurried in the face of Jiang Jianming, would not be an exaggeration.

"What has he experienced in these ten thousand years?"

Jiang Jianming's firm heart was suddenly shaken, he had actually made a lot of preparations. When Lan Zhan followed Qinglian Sword Immortal's practice, Jiang Jianming did not relax. Not only did he strengthen his own practice, he also tried his best to pursue Xing'er, because Xing'er has a grandfather with the strength of the third grade of the Shangqing Dixian!

With Myolie’s grandfather, Jiang Jianming had a good time in the Qunyu Tower, and he finally reached the fourth rank of Yuqing Renxian.

"No hurry~"

Jiang Jianming's thoughts turned sharply, and he smiled, "You have seniors watching the battle. How can I not invite seniors to come over?"

Lan Zhan always said few words and did not refute anything.

"Little friend's words are interesting~"

Qian Qian sneered beside him, and said tit-for-tat, "Even you were invited by Lan Zhan from Qunyu City with an invitation note. Could it be that you have invited your senior master to come here in advance? If so, why didn't you come? Lan Zhan uses Wen Li?"

Jiang Jianming's words did not surprise Jiang Jianming. He only smiled.

At this time, Fu Zhiwen turned out from the side of the pillar, and nodded Chong Qiang, and the corner of his mouth grew disdain, and followed Fu Zhiwen to stand on a pavilion.

Immediately, Myolie accompanied the teenager and flew in one after another with a dozen groups of Yulou disciples.

Qinglian Jianxian raised his head at this time, UU read www.uukanshu.com and looked around, and then asked Fu Zhiwen: "Where is your master?"

"Senior~"

Fu Zhiwen laughed and said, "My master didn't reply, so he should be in the celestial path!"

Jiang Jianming didn't know who Fu Zhiwen's master was, but he knew that the person here must be a very powerful person, so he looked at Lan Zhan and said, "Lan Zhan, I can do it, do you have to wait any longer?"

Lan Zhan hesitated, then turned to look at Qinglian Sword Immortal.

Upon seeing this, Ming Wei sighed, and whispered to Fu Zhiwen in a low voice transmission: "Lan Zhan is still pure in mind. Jiang Jianming's talk has long disrupted the sword intent brewing in his heart."

"Not bad!"

Fu Zhiwen also nodded and replied, "He was full of anger, but under the Qinglian Sword Immortal, this momentum has also faded."

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