The Secret of the Seal

The first one hundred and eighty-four chapters evil sword!

Nan Huairen’s cultivation is not simple, and he has reached the peak of six levels. It is just around the corner to break through the seven levels. A weapon that can make it change color is not ordinary. Nan Huairen said this, Nanchu no longer speaks.

Nan Huairen looked at Qin Dong and smiled. "Two brothers, please rest in peace here, the old man will keep you innocent!"

Qin Dong smiled and said, "Qin has not done a good job of shrinking the tortoise. If the father is not afraid of Qin's cumbersome, let us go and see with you."

"Also, idle is also idle! Haha..."[

How high is the prestige of Nan Huairen in Biluo Village? I don’t know if I’m going out, and Qin Dong immediately saw it. But the villagers who saw Nan Huairen were all happy and screaming, and the expression of excitement and excitement was absolutely from the heart, not a contrived.

Nan Huairen kept beckoning, slightly beheading, greeting the villagers who had passed through, and in a short while, gathered thousands of villagers around him, and there were still villagers who had just got news. Cheers came from all directions. It will not be long before the entire village of Bilu is immersed in a sea of ​​joy.

"Hey, it's your prestige, I'm afraid I can't compare it for another 20 years." Nanchu accidentally ate his old vinegar.

When Nan Huairen heard it, he laughed happily, and his smugness and pride on his face did not hide. For the official side, to benefit one side, Nan Huairen really did not live in this life.

Outside the village of Bilu, there are tens of thousands of sergeants who are fully armed and ready to go. Among them, there are hundreds of monks, single team, and two people, standing in the center.

These two people, an age of about fifty years old, full of body attire, arrogant, arrogant, revealing the taste of a slap in the face, quite a bit of meaning. This person is Luo Jinguang, the younger brother of the current patriarch, Luo Xianfa.

The other person stood beside him, his body covered under the black scorpion, only revealing a slightly whitish face, thirty or forty years old, his lips were slightly thin, his eyes were deep, and he was brought with him. A bit of a gloomy and vicious taste. It is worth noting that this person has a five-footed sword in his hand. Jianfeng is exposed outside, only the thickness of the little finger, the tip of the sword is as fine as the hair, and it is exceptionally sultry. This sword is black and sharp, and in the sun, it is full of black and black light, giving people a strong sense of danger.

"Give me a slap! Be sure to show me the tortoise of Nanchu that shrinks the head!" Luo Jinguang was full of anger, and even his hair was erected.

The tens of thousands of sergeants roared in unison, and the waves of waves lingered in a wave, as if they were tidal, trying to shoot the embankment. As far as the momentum is concerned, Luo Jinguang still has one set in the army.

Under the hustle and bustle of the bottom, the wooden wall did not dare to show weakness. The two sides have been stunned for a while, and the **** battle has not yet begun.

"The surname of the south, you shrink the tortoise, and let Laozi roll out!" Luo Jinguang murderous, an impatient look.

Nanchu had not yet boarded the wooden wall, and he heard the roar of Nanchu. His footsteps accelerated immediately. After a few steps, he rushed to the top of the wooden wall. He pointed to Luo Jinguang and shouted. "Luo Jinguang, I think you are itchy, think. Want Nan to scratch for you?"