The Villain Has Something to Say

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The words of Xuan Lingzi are like the same basin of cold water, pouring down from Luo Qingtou.

The entire Taihua Mountain, even if it is the head of the star, the lord of the star has no knowledge of "Jiu Lian Ben Xin Lu", and Xuan Lingzi needs to retreat, so Luo gradually clear and boldly made the "Nine Thousands of Heaven" 》. However, now Xuan Lingzi asked him how you won.

Luo gradually became stiff and didn't even know what to answer.

After a while, the voice of Xuan Lingzi sounded again: "Listen to the master of the head and say, you used a sword to make Jiulian. That is the sword that can be used in Yuan Ying period. You have mastered it? Let it make it Come out and give it to the teacher."

Luo gradually cleared his body and his back was already covered with cold sweat. He took out the frost floating sword and skillfully used it to make a sword. I saw the frost floating sword turned into a nine-color blue sword and smashed to a mountain peak opposite the Yufeng Peak, suddenly the stone splashed, the sand ran away.

In the ruins of Beidou Zhenjun, Luo gradually cleared the sword. However, as he carefully studied the "Nine Thousands of Heavens" in the past six months, he found that the spiritual power in his body was very different from the past thirty years.

According to common sense, Luo gradually cleared the heavens and the road, and it was no longer possible to absorb the spiritual power between heaven and earth. However, after practicing "Nine Thousands of Heavens", there was a wonderful power in his meridians. This power swept the earth and took away the grass and trees, and it was taking away the rules of the rules of these trees!

With these rules of robbing, Luo Qingqing's body can compete with Tiandao for spiritual power.

Yes! No longer get it from you, but grab it directly!

"Nine Thousands of Heavens Record" is against the heavens and is in the sky!

For half a year, Luo gradually cleared the first game of "Nine Thousands of Heavens", but this second he has never been able to penetrate, and each time he runs the exercises, he will suddenly terminate. However, the first win has allowed Luo to gradually clear the cross-border way to make the killing of the Yuan Ying period a sword, and there is no falsehood.

Xuan Lingzi saw it, nodded with satisfaction, and after pointing it a few times, he returned to his bamboo house to retreat.

Luo gradually cleared his sword and stood in the moonlight. He looked at the bamboo house that closed the door in a complicated way. Slowly, his twilight gradually darkened, and Luo gradually cleared his eyes and stepped back into his room and continued to retreat.

Seven days later, Luo gradually cleared the voice of the lord of the head and prepared to set off for the Valley of the Flames.

This time, Zuo Yunmo failed to go. He oversaw the second Qingyun sword, and he was hit hard by Luo. Although Zuo Yunmo’s body is already good, but for insurance. At first glance, Xing Xingzi no longer allowed his disciples to venture into the Valley of the Flames.

On the early morning of the same day, Luo gradually cleared his simple baggage into his own ring. When he stepped out of the door, he did not close the door. Suddenly he saw a long figure standing in front of his house. Luo gradually cleared his heart and looked at the mysterious son who didn't know when it was off.

The mentor and the teacher stood in front of the bamboo house, and no one spoke.

The breeze rolled through the green leaves of the bamboo forest, making a creaking sound, like playing a brisk music.

After a long time, Luo gradually couldn't help but step forward, saying: "Master, the head teacher has sent a voice, and my other brothers and sisters will lead to Changzhou under the leadership of a single elder and enter the Valley of the Flames. ""

Xuan Lingzi seems to have heard nothing. After Luo gradually cleared it again and again, he whispered softly: "Let's clear, how is your "Jiu Lian Ben Xin Lu" practiced?"

Luo gradually cleared the slightest.

Xuan Lingzi turned to look at him, and a pair of cold details flashed a bright light. Xuan Lingzi calmly said: "For the self-cultivator, the sword is only the second, more important is your practice, and whether you and your sword are connected. Flowing Valley is not an ordinary place, since you Going forward, give you the same gift for the teacher today, and count it as a magic weapon for you."

Luo gradually stunned: "Master?"

Xuan Lingzi suddenly waved his sleeves, raised his hand and took advantage of Luo’s waist, and turned into a streamer, flying out of Yufeng Peak. He gently placed Luo gradually on the peak of the peak next to the Yuxi Peak, but he stood between the jade peak and the side peak.

The white-sleeved stalwart's feet stepped on the volley and stepped toward the middle of the two peaks.

Luo gradually and stunnedly looked at the movements of Xuan Lingzi. He naturally knows what is the "experience magic weapon". When the younger sisters went out of the past, Yu Qingzi will be very distressed by her, giving a lot of advanced magic weapons and remedies. Only ask this little ancestor to return safely.

But in the past, Luo gradually cleared the adventures numerous times and never got any magic weapon.

Even if the mysterious spirit does not say, Luo gradually clears that his master pays attention to the self-cultivation of the self-cultivator, and does not like to rely on foreign objects.

But now, Xuan Lingzi said that he would send him the same magic weapon?

When Luo gradually became confused, Xuan Lingzi had already reached the center of the two peaks. The violent hurricane whizzed past the two peaks, blowing the long black hair of the mysterious spirit. His robes also hunted and danced in the air, but he saw Xuan Lingzi suddenly turn to look at Luo gradually clear, Qing Jun apathy The face was covered with a touch of elegant smile.

Xuan Lingzi passed the past: "Play a song for you to help you break through."

The voice just fell, and the sound of Hua Ran’s piano suddenly sounded.

Hey!

Luo gradually stunned his eyes wide open and looked at the scene in disbelief.

Xuan Lingzi single-handedly dialed, the mighty and mighty spirits rushed away, rushing from the middle of the jade peak and the side peaks, as if hit an invisible string. Luo gradually cleared to the edge of the cliff and looked down. I saw it between the two peaks. The golden spirits were turned into strings, and the brilliance of pure gold shone in the sunlight!

—— Take the mountain as the piano and the spiritual power as the string!

Xuan Lingzi lived above Jiuyi, and the sound of the piano seemed to be from the sky, beautiful and moving.

Every time he slams his sleeves, his movements are smooth and he draws a curved shape in the air, flowing in the air, in one go. This song has never been heard before, but every music has been rumbling in his heart, accompanied by the mysterious and terrible realm, washing the meridians for Luo gradually clearing his mind.

The sound of music was turned into a real thing between the mountains and peaks. There were flying cranes flying up, and there were ribbons flying, and there were clouds.

The wonderful sound of the piano echoed gently throughout the Taihua Mountains. All the disciples laid down their affairs and listened carefully to the strange rhythm. The monks who are breaking through the realm suddenly realize that even some people directly advance to the realm; even the Yuqingzi who likes to retreat alchemy in the Taihua Mountains are flying out of their own Dongfu, and they are surprised to see the direction of Yuxifeng.

"Who is such a big blessing, let the younger brother of Xuan Lingzi play the jade piano for him personally?"

At this moment, Luo gradually closed his eyes and felt the mysterious realm.

He heard the sound of flowering and defeating on the earth. He heard the dialogue between the fish and shrimp in the stream. He heard the collision of each gust of wind blowing through the leaves. He also heard the sigh of growing and prospering.

The sullen yellow flowers are nothing more than prajna, and the green bamboo is the body.

The second victory of "Nine Thousands of Heavens Record", winning the soul of the law!

Luo gradually cleared his mind and thought clearly, and finally spy on the supreme realm that belongs to the second!

In the next moment, the last elegant music sounded on the air, and the inexhaustible golden light spread throughout the Taihua Mountains. Countless monsters rushed out of Dongfu to bathe in this golden aura; many fairy grasses also swayed with joy, and after the golden light entered, their spiritual strength was more substantial.

The Luo gradually clearing in the center of Jinguang is even more refreshing in his body. The gentle spiritual power surges in every hole in his body, gently strokes his meridians and makes him comfortable. Cozy.

When the song ended, Luo gradually opened his eyes and looked at the mysterious spirit hanging in the air. The latter is a sleeve, and the spiritual strings between the mountains disappeared.

Xuan Lingzi stepped forward to Luo gradually clear, it seems that only a few steps, but went directly to the front of Luo gradually clear, there are golden light flashes in the light-colored scorpion, even if it is a mysterious spirit, it looks at the moment Slightly white, there is a thin sweat on the forehead.

Luo gradually looked up at him, and he looked down at Luo.

After a while, the fingers of Xuan Lingzi were gently placed in the eyebrows of Luo gradually clear.

Luo gradually clears that his eyebrows are hot. He hasn't had time to react. The mysterious spirit turns around very quickly, leaving his hands behind him. He said: "This idea will follow you into the Valley of the Flames. Gradually, if you don't step up cultivation, you will know for the teacher."

Luo gradually cleared his heart and trembled. His lips twitched, and many words poured into the scorpion. In the end, they all swallowed back.

Luo gradually cleared the ceremony and then flew away.

Shortly after he left, the mysterious man who had been facing him was suddenly taking a step and almost fell off the cliff. A streamer glided from the horizon, and Yu Qingzi said with a smile: "Teacher, how do you think about Fuqin today... Teacher, what's wrong with you?!"

Xuan Lingzi put his hand on it, but Yu Qingzi directly used out thousands of spiritual filaments and explored the body of Xuan Lingzi.

In the next second, Yu Qingzi’s eyes widened: “Half God! I have long heard that Xing Xingzi’s brother said that the last time you gradually cleared up the adventure, you actually split your own **** and split him in with him, and suffered serious injuries. It’s only been less than a year, and you have split your own god, you...”

"Sister, you don't have to say it anymore."

Yuqingzi is in a hurry: "There is nowhere in the Valley of the Flames. It is no longer a relic of a small Yuanying monk. Your half-yuan **** has no entity, and its strength is greatly reduced. I am afraid it is only the beginning of the Mahayana, and even the robbery period. If you are inside In the face of danger, you can't escape. The younger brother, lost half of the gods, even if you are, there are also life-threatening worries!"

Although Xuan Lingzi’s face was pale, he did not answer the question. When Yu Qingzi yelled, “The cockroach gradually disappeared, and the half of the gods must be taken back”, the mysterious spirit was so strong that it was in front of Yuqingzi.

Junya’s sages said indifferently: "Sister, that's my disciple. If you dare to do anything that I don't allow for him, I will definitely look back on your heart and soul."

Yu Qingzi was so shocked that his eyes widened and he was dumb.

A quarter of an hour later, a group of disciples followed the elders and left the Taihua Mountain enchantment.

From Taihua Mountain to Ruyan Valley, the road was far away. Although there were elders flying magic weapons, everyone walked on the road for ten days before finally arriving at Changzhou Liuyancheng. At this time, many monks have already gathered in the city of Flowing Flame. There are many martial artists, but more are still scattered.

After the Flowing Flame Valley is opened, as long as it is repaired below the Yuan Ying, anyone can enter. However, most of the scums are dead for a lifetime, and it is impossible to get treasures in them. The martial artists often hold groups and often get more rewards.

When Luo gradually cleared the group and came to the city of Swan, the single elders walked to the only inn in the city and took away the house belonging to the Taihua Mountain.

This inn is dedicated to entertaining foreign monks in the city of Flowing City. The inn is not open for 50 years and will be eaten for 50 years. Each time, the corresponding room was reserved for the "one mountain, four sects, eight kings, sixteen sects", and the rest of the monks were based on strength and competition.

When the Taihua Mountain people entered the inn, the other four elders came up to talk to the single elder. The five people talked very much, and Luo gradually began to arrange the room where each disciple lived. He carefully left a single room for each female disciple, and the male disciple was crowded together two or three. Even he himself and his family have lived together, and there is no way to separate them.

In this regard, Jie Zikai quickly waved his hand: "Senior brother, you will live with yourself. I have something to say to Xiao Xun. I am squeezing a room with him and the 18th division. Right, Xiao Shi. Nine, hehe."

The 19th division secretly smiled: "Yes, Master, I have a lot of words to reconcile my brother... I want to say."

Looking at the wretched smiles of the two men, Luo gradually raised his eyebrows: "That can be, but you are not allowed to go out at night."

Jiezi suddenly complained: "Brother! We are going down the mountain once, how can you ban it!"

Luo gradually sneered and said: "Where are you going, I still don't know? Be careful, I will tell your master about it, and how can he clean you up after seeing it."

Jie Ziwei and others immediately smashed.

There, the four elders of the single elders and other sects are still talking. He handed over the next business to the leader Luo Qingqing, and he went into the upstairs ya room, exchanged information with the other elders in the Valley of the Flames, and discussed how the disciples would enter the Valley of the Flames. Find out the meta-infant magic repair and kill it.

Luo gradually cleared the disciples to sit down and ordered a few dishes to fill the stomach first. Although the person who cultivated the truth can reach the valley after the foundation period, the ingredients used in this inn are all good.

You also have the advantage of expensive, plus this small dish is very tasteful, Luo gradually clears and eats a few more.

However, the dishes were not finished, and everyone heard the sound of a metal crash in the lobby. Luo gradually cleared his head and pinched the dish in front of him. Jiezi and the other disciples looked curiously at the past, only listening to a soft voice: "So, is there no room?"

The voice was soft and enchanting, the sound was slightly higher, and the tail was slightly raised, like feathers sweeping through the hearts of everyone.

Jiezi whispered and exclaimed: "Senior brother, there are still men in the world who are so beautiful, like girls!"

The next moment, a wind broke through and slammed straight into the solution.

Unexpectedly, Zhaizi unexpectedly did not respond. Luo gradually lifted the chopsticks and gently clamped it, and then caught a fine needle. I only listened to each other and smiled twice. I asked: "You are a child who doesn't know each other. The person next to you looks better than me. Why do you only say that I am like a woman, but don't say him?"

Luo gradually lifted his head and looked at each other.

A blood-red robes embroidered with dark red dark lines. The other side used a white jade to hold a long hair. The beautiful peach eyes were smiling and bent, and the gaze gaze at Luo gradually clear. Smiley red lips, plus such a slender body, how this person looks like a woman, but the person who cultivated the truth can not mistake the most basic gender.

This is a man, and a man who looks too much like a woman.

Xie Zikai finally reacted. As a tyrant of Taihua Mountain, where did he get this kind of anger, he took a table and said: "What do you mean? My brother naturally looks better than you, but my brother is not like you. Sissy."

The man stunned the scorpion and had not yet opened his mouth. He listened to Luo and gradually said: "This is indeed a matter of my brother's first speech, but you have used a poison needle, and it is too big."

The red man sneered: "This little beauty, your brother said, I am a sissy."

Xie Zizhen just wanted to speak again, but he only said a "mother" word, and it was sealed by Luo.

Luo gradually cleared his fingers, and the poison needle turned into a faint light, and flew back again. The red man raised his sleeve and took back the poison needle. Just listen to Luo gradually clearing the hand: "My apologize to you, but you, please explain what this poison needle means. Although you have reached the late Jindan, but I have not been bullied in Taihuashan. The argument."

The man’s voice asked strangely: “The people of Taihua Mountain?”

Luo gradually cleared the scorpion: "What is your opinion?"

After listening to this, the other party was not angry and laughed. He looked up and down with a pair of seductive scorpions. Luo gradually ignored it, but Jie Zhe and others were very angry. Even Wei Qiongyin pulled out his sword and looked at him dangerously.

The red man laughed and said: "You look like this, it looks like the legendary Taihuashan master, the mysterious son... The close disciple of the sage is gradually clearing?"

Luo gradually cleared his mind and asked: "Don't ask your name?"

"Ink autumn."

Luo gradually cleared, and the red man leaned his body at the table and said, "Mohist, Moqiu."

Luo gradually turned to look at Wei Qiongyin, but Wei Qiongyin shook his head gently: "We have nothing to do with Weijia and Moh, brother, I am not familiar with the Mexican family."

The eight major families are ranked in one mountain and four subordinates, respectively, Baiyun Cang Mo, but Wei Wei.

The Bai family has the strongest strength and has two ancestors of the Mahayana period. The Mohist family is also one of the top four, and there is a great ancestor in the middle of the Mahayana. Although Luo Qingqing knew the news of the top generations of the younger generation of the eight great families, he never heard of the name of this ink autumn. What is even more surprising is that this is actually a late monk of Jindan!

The roots of this ink autumn look less than fifty years old, and it is definitely a genius in the realm of cultivation.

Wei Qiongyin seems to see through Luo Qingqing's mind, whispered: "Senior brothers, they have a lot of Mohist factions. I heard that a family of Chen Mo has once committed a crime and was exiled by the family to the cold desert, not to the Yuan Ying period. You can return to your home. Perhaps this ink autumn is the one who has that pulse."

Luo gradually cleared his head and gently turned his head to look at Mo Qiu. He said: "Your apology?"

This Mo Qiu glimpsed, subconsciously said: "I want to apologize?"

Luo gradually cleared the cold and cold road: "Since the first move to kill, it is necessary to give us a saying about Taihuashan. If you do not apologize, then you will fight."

Mo Qiuqiu smiled and said: "Little beauty, you want to fight with me? You are the middle of Jindan."

Luo gradually raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to apologize?"

Mo Qiu smiled and said: "Jokes. Those who dare to comment on my appearance, all of them should be worth a thousand. Today, I will spare the boy once in the face of your Taihua Mountain. I will wait until the next meeting. Kid's skin, let him..."

A blue sword shines up!

The voice of Mo Qiu suddenly stopped, and suddenly he had a **** long whip in his hand, raising his hand to block Luo’s offensive.

Jianguang and whip shadows are constantly flashing in the small inn, and the mighty spirits collide with each other, hitting a burst of spiritual fluctuations.

As early as when Luo gradually cleared up and Mo Qiu argued, some of the distracted acquaintances dispersed to the side. The other four disciples watched each other. There were four monks in the late Jindan who used the gaze of their eyes to sweep Luo Qingqing and Moqiu. Now they saw that they were fighting. The four men even blinked their eyes and looked carefully. With.

The disciples of the Taihua Mountain disciple did not pick up, but in the other four and the family, the top players of their younger generation were almost all of Jindan's later cultivation, and these four were the four masters and masters.

The blue-colored sword light carries a cold breath, and the **** long whip is whiplash and fatal.

The struggle between the two is hard to break down, but the solution is particularly reassuring, because he knows that although his brother is a mid-Jindan, he is invincible under Yuan Ying! It is very important to cultivate, but the strength is the root of a monk. The singer of the singer has long said that the super-rooted bones of the world have given Luo gradually clear the strength that ordinary people can't match. He can kill people across the ranks!

However, as time went by, the four people on the side of the crowd tightened their brows, watching the Luo gradually clear and Mo Qiu. Xie Zikai was even more surprised. He never imagined that the people of this Mohist branch could actually fight with Luo Qingqing to such a degree!

Snapped!

boom!

Luo gradually cleared his body and stopped, and there was a whip on his face.

The red ink and ink autumn also gasped slightly, and there was a **** mouth on the left arm.

Both of them looked cold and looked at each other. After a long time, they listened to Mo Qiu’s low smile and said: “I have lived until now, and for the first time someone has forced me to apologize to others.”

Luo gradually raised the frost and floated his sword, pointing to the other side's eyebrows: "You have to fight again?"

In the autumn, Mo Qi squinted his eyes and looked at the white youth in front of him. After a long while, he sneered and turned to look at Jiezi, saying: "This time I put the needle is wrong, but after you see this child, it is best to take the road. I have never lived under the ink Man, don't let me do it for the second time."

Xie Zikai was shut up and could only anger in his heart: "This is arrogant, you have not won my brother!"

When the voice fell, Mo Qiu turned to the first place, only listening to Luo gradually lighted the channel: "Ink Friends, since the misunderstanding has been lifted, it is better to say goodbye. You just can't seem to find a room, I have a room in Taihuashan, you can give you."

The 19th division was surprised: "Brother, isn't there any room available yet, you..."

Luo gradually said: "I can squeeze one with others."

Upon seeing it, Mo Qiu was laughing at Luo’s gradual clearing and did not say a word.

Luo gradually calmed down and asked, "How do you think of Modaoyou?"

Mo Qiu asked: "Are you drawing me?"

Luo gradually avoided and did not answer.

Mo Qiuhaha smiled: "Taihua Mountain is really interesting. People in Taihua Mountain are really interesting, hahahaha. Well, I agree with your invitation. But you don't have to squeeze with someone else. I can live with you." ""

Wen Yan, Luo gradually clears a dark light in his eyes, no snoring.

After the end of a meal, Luo gradually cleared Wei Qiongyin to other places and asked about the Mohist family. Listening to Wei Qiongyin's words, Luo gradually cleared the twilight slowly, and finally said with a smile, "It turns out that I didn't know that the Mohist family was the head of the Eight Great Family in ancient times," and then returned to the inn.

In the evening, Luo gradually cleared the floor and slept on the ground, causing the ink to smile strangely: "Little beauty, is it afraid that I am sleeping badly, or afraid that I will harass you in the middle of the night?"

Luo gradually clears his faintness, and his cold voice: "It is not good to sleep."

Mo Qiu laughed.

In the middle of the night, Luo gradually cleared and did not fall asleep. He and his clothes lay on the ground, squinting at the ceiling, remembering something a long time ago.

In the last generation, Luo gradually learned that after the tragic death of the two younger brothers, he returned to the northern part of the country to find people regardless of the danger. In the end, he only found the sword ear of Zuo Yunmo, and was attacked by many righteous people. Luo gradually cleared the original, and at that time it was not the opponent of these people, so he fled and fled and fled into a valley.

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Luo gradually cleared the good fortune like Li Xiuchen. After he fell into the valley, he did not get any magic weapon, only saw a skeleton bone and a blood book. The blood book said that this corpse is a monk of the Mohist family. He knows that after his failure, his own family will be isolated and even slaughtered by other ethnic groups.

The blood book did not explain what the predecessor did, and actually caused other people to anger to the people of his veins. However, the hatred in the blood book is enough to make the sky, even if it spans thousands of years, it makes Luo gradually clear.

"My sin, does not involve future generations. Wang Jun helped me to be a man of the future, and here the magical medicine and everything was given to Jun. 』

The elixir and the Fabao Luo gradually disappeared at all, and there was only one flaw in front of him. However, Luo gradually clears that he still wants to return grace, because in the end he has already exhausted his lamp, but in desperation, he can only use the magical practice method to absorb all the remaining spiritual powers and let himself recover. strength.

This predecessor is a power of the gods, and his bones also contain vast power, but when the spiritual power is swallowed up, the bones will turn into a pile of ash, scattered with the wind.

Before leaving, Luo gradually cleared up three heads before the blood writing, and secretly vowed: "Today, I gradually clear the bones of the predecessors, but if I have the opportunity, I will help the seniors find your descendants and protect them." ”

The predecessor surnamed Mo, and the Mohist family had been deported to the cold desert, according to Wei Qiongyin, who had been exiled for tens of thousands of years.

If it is true, then Mouqiu is probably the descendant of the predecessor.

Although all this has been a matter of the last life, Kolo has never been able to forget that he was able to gain vitality because of the bones of his predecessors. It was the opportunity for the other party to escape from the valley. It is one thing to let Mo Qiu give Jiezi and apologize to Taihua Mountain, but he also wants to return the kindness of his predecessors.

"But... I don't know who the magic and the elixir in the blood book were taken away..."

"Little beauty, what are you talking about?"

Luo gradually cleared his throat, and as soon as he was carrying it, he saw Mo Qiuqi at the bedside and looked at himself with a smile. A beautiful and beautiful face is full of smiles, but how to look at how to make Luo gradually feel strange, always feel that the other side does not seem to be watching peers when they look at themselves, but like watching the younger generation.

However, according to the mortal algorithm, Luo gradually clears the age of a teenager, but it is a poor age.

Luo gradually cleared the answer, he closed his eyes and said: "Ink Doyou, are you going into the Valley of the Flames?"

Moqiu smiled and said: "Why, you have to enter? Also, the Valley of the Flames is open, how can Taihuashan not enter."

Luo gradually asked: "Why don't you go in with the Mo family, I heard that Mo Gong, the son of the Mohist family, has also come, and he will lead many people from the Mohist family to join in."

Mo Qiu did not answer.

However, Luo gradually cleared the answer for him.

The people of Moqiu’s veins have been exiled for tens of thousands of years. I am afraid that this time he is also secretly coming to the Flame City. The Mexican family could not accept him, so he wanted to go in as a dissertation.

Thinking of this, Luo gradually cleared up: "Ink Doyou, are you better to go in with our Taihuashan team? Even if you can't get much magic, you are more likely to survive."

Mo Qiu smiled and suddenly asked: "The Luo of Taihua Mountain is getting clear, you are so good to me, what to do?"

Luo gradually cleared his throat and he opened his eyes. However, he saw that Mo Qiu had half of his body and got out of bed. He was bending his throat and looking at himself. The distance between the two was less than three inches!

Luo gradually cleared his eyebrows with a flash of light. After a while, he said: "If you don't want to, then forget it."

Mo Qiu did not answer immediately. He carefully looked at the sword pattern of Luo gradually clearing his eyebrows, and finally his eyes stopped on the little cinnabar. Mo Qiu asked: "Do you have a cinnabar in this eyebrow?"

Luo gradually cleared "hmm" and did not explain.

Mo Qiu Rao looked at the eyes with interest and finally removed his gaze and said: "I am used to being a free-skilled person. I will not bother you. I want to use my late Jin Dan’s cultivation in the Valley of the Flames. Life insurance is still no problem."

Luo gradually cleared up and did not persuade. It was really hard to get on the road. He slowly slept.

When the next day, Luo gradually cleared his eyes and found that there was no ink in the room. Luo gradually cleared up a few pieces of Lingshi on the table, and looked at the paper pressed under the Lingshi, but smiled helplessly.

Really a few pieces of Lingshi can let him gradually sleep on the ground all night?

If it was not for the kindness of the predecessor, he had already let this ink fall for his words and deeds yesterday.

The next day everyone will soon enter the Valley of the Flames, Wei Qiongyin found Luo gradually clear, telling him some of the news he found yesterday.

The Mohist did have a genius disciple named Mo Qiu, and it was the one who was exiled in the cold desert. The ink autumn can be accepted by the family as long as it is cultivated into the Yuan Ying period. It is also famous in the young generation of the Moh family, but has always lived in the cold desert, and has never appeared in the 36 states.

Luo gradually thought about it and said: "Mo Qiu is about to break through the Golden Age. He is afraid to come to Ruyi Valley to find a breakthrough opportunity. In addition, he can stay in the Mohist as long as he is promoted to the Yuan, no need to go back to the lonely. The desert is cold."

Wei Qiongyin nodded and said yes.

The disciples of Taihua Mountain are ready to go, and early in the morning they came to the flat outside the Valley of the Flames with a single elder.

At this time, tens of thousands of scattered repairs have already gathered here, and countless small sects have also sent their own elite disciples: do not seek the magic weapon of the big, just seek a little chance.

Under the leadership of the single elder, Luo gradually met with the four, eight major and sixteen sects. When I saw the ink peak, Luo gradually looked at the other side carefully and asked: "Ink Doyou, I don't know if you can know Mo Qiu?"

Mofeng has a muscle and condenses his eyebrows: "Moqiu is the child of our Mohist family in the cold desert. I also heard about the conflict between him and Luo Daoyou. I apologize to him for Taihua Mountain. However, I don't know Mo Qiu. He has been living in the cold desert, and this time it is the first time he has come to the 36 states."

Luo gradually nodded.

After an hour, the gap at the gate of the Valley of the Flames finally opened a gap between the people. Luo gradually and quietly looked at Li Xiuchen in the disciple of the Taihua Mountain, and then smashed and flew to the door.

At the same time, all the monks on the scene flew to the gate with the fastest speed, and everyone wanted to enter the Valley of the Flames first.

Luo gradually cleared the speed of the fastest of all, and he "嗖-" then broke into the door, so that the elders smugly touched the beard. On the side of the broken soul elders dissatisfied said: "You Taihuashan just stood close, so the first one to go in. Look at it, the second one must be our broken souls..."

The words have not finished, a **** red figure will fly into the entrance.

One of the elders of the Broken Soul, stunned.

The single elder of Taihua Mountain was also stunned for a while, then he laughed and said: "This Xuantian continent is really hidden. Liu Laotou, I just knew that person, it is our Taihuashan first Luo Qingzhi's men. Lost, yesterday, in the inn, I apologized to Taihuashan in the inn of the autumn! You see, you broke the soul and even a scattered repair is better than nothing."

The elders of the Broken Souls had a sigh of relief and almost no fainting.

The Valley of the Flames was officially opened, and thousands of monks competed in the competition, only to win the chance!