White-Robed Chief

"Two sisters, you feel relieved, I will go after Zheng Yanwu!" Chu Lidao said.

"Don't go!" Li Ruolan frowned. "Even if he is injured, you are not an opponent!"

Chu Li smiled: "My sword is almost the same as Bai Hu's soul-hunting tactics. His injuries will only get worse and worse, not so easy!"

"His internal force is deeper and can break your knife power!" Li Ruolan said.

The White Tiger Soul Eater can be broken by more pure internal force, and Zhao Dahe can also be a knife.

Chu Li said: "It wasn't that easy! ... he is a scourge to keep, this time it is already a fluke to hurt him. Next time, can't the two sisters stay here forever?"

Li Ruolan's eyebrows narrowed, "It's impossible for us to stay. The teaching staff is insufficient, and we need to be on standby at any time."

Lu Zhen chuckled: "We are all toil, compared to Brother Zhao!"

Chu Liheng hummed: "I would rather toil, but the maiden is" No, "" I will not promise! "

"Okay!" Li Ruolan interrupted his complaint and was heard by the maiden. He had no good fruit to eat.

"No more to say, I have to hurry!" Chu Li waved his hand, ignored Li Ruolan's greetings, and strode away.

He came out of the strong rudder and went straight northeast.

Zheng Yanwu felt that the internal force was constantly flowing from the wound, which was faster than blood loss.

He was calm and shocked, knowing that he was at the point of life and death. He had to find a place to repair the injury as soon as possible, and then came out to find Zhao Dahe to settle the account.

With his light work, the speed of internal force loss intensified. As soon as he came out of the windy city, half of the internal force had been lost. At this speed, he lost his internal force not far from the city. .

He thought about it, thinking that the most dangerous places might be the safest. On the depth of the foundation in the Windy City, the bright religion is far inferior to that of the White Tigers. An ordinary house.

There is an old man in this family, all of whom have white eyebrows and are old-fashioned. There is no one else in the family, and he is a coward.

The old man is lying in the old rocking chair in the courtyard, bathing in the setting sun, shaking and relaxing, with a humming tune in his mouth, relaxed and happy.

"Lao Song!" Zheng Yanwu fell into his yard and sank.

The old man got up quickly and was surprised when he saw Zheng Yanwu's appearance.

Zheng Yanwu covered the incision with one hand, and swayed with the other hand: "I'm injured, I'm going to heal soon, don't let people find out!"

"My son rest assured, this is very secretive!" Lao Song nodded, and asked with concern: "Are you badly hurt?"

"Can't die for now!" Zheng Yanwu hummed.

Old Song said: "What to prepare?"

"Find a secret place, I'm going to retreat and recuperate!" Zheng Yanwu said.

"My son comes with me!" Lao Song took him to a small kiosk in the backyard and pulled an organ in the kiosk. When the "bang" rang, the small kiosk steps shrank inward, revealing a dark hole.

Zheng Yanwu followed the old Song into the underground secret room. Below is an empty stone room with food and water.

The air in the stone room is unobstructed and fresh, and the vents are located in a flowerbed, so there is a slight aroma in the air.

"Don't hesitate to heal me here, please?" Old Song Road.

Zheng Yanwu shook his head: "Don't do anything, so as not to cause suspicion, I will recover this place when I recover!"

"Yes." Old Song nodded.

Zheng Yanwu covered his wound and looked at him: "You have been much older for so many years!"

Lao Song laughed: "The younger the son, the younger!"

"Young in appearance and old in heart, this time it's old to be widowed. I want to avenge my son. I didn't expect the enemy to do so!" Zheng Yanwu shook his head and sighed, "Go!"

"Yes." Lao Song hugged his fists, entered the back room, and entered the kiosk.

With a loud bang, the steps came out again, covering the opening of the cave and returning to its original state. Outsiders could not find the room.

Lao Song continued to the sun lounger in the front yard, bathing in the setting sun, the past surfaced.

At first, he ran through the martial arts together with his son, sword sword sword rain came over, his martial arts was defeated, and finally settled in Windy City, made a wealthy man, and lived in peace for so many years.

I haven't seen him for 50 years, but the boy looks like he was, but he looks like this.

He has always been content, and feels bland, and it is good to be alive. After experiencing the blood and rain, living is a kind of luck.

But when he saw the son again, he suddenly felt uneasy.

Was he just so bland in his life, his obscurity in the past, gradually turning into a loess of loess, walking for nothing in the world?

His ambition was consumed by the peaceful life, and the fighting spirit extinguished by the loss of martial arts. At this moment, he began to recover again. He began to work for a long time without practicing the mind, but the dried up meridians had no breath.

He sighed.

Distraught in his heart, he opened the gate of the hospital and walked out slowly, walking slowly to the Jiuxing Tower.

As soon as he entered the Jiuxing Tower, he heard the battle of the rudder.

"Good guy, this Zheng Yanwu is indeed a hidden master. All the masters of Dafeng Rudder swoop up. He only made one move and everyone flew out. Then Zheng Yanwu wounded two bright sage disciples. They were all beautiful women. , Forcing Zhao Dahe to show up, otherwise he would kill these two big beauties! "

"The disciples of Dafeng Rudder didn't want to jump up to save these two beautiful women. Just at this moment, the sword flashed, Zhao Dahe finally shot, and the bright sword shot through Zheng Yanwu!"

"This Zhao Dahe's bright knife is so powerful?"

"My brother-in-law is a disciple of Da Feng Ruo. He is healing at home. I just went to visit with a snack. These are what he said. This is what I saw and experienced firsthand!"

"It is inevitable to exaggerate."

"There is no exaggeration, it's a knife! ... And Zheng Yanwu is really powerful. He has more than thirty top helms in the big rudder, and he cleaned it up in one stroke!"

Lao Song sat down at a table and listened to people's discussions, his expression remained unchanged.

He soon understood the cause and effect, and lamented that Wulin was really dangerous, and that he was stronger and stronger. Who could have thought that the son was so powerful, even planted in the hands of such a young Zhao Dahe!

However, such martial arts are only stimulated by being in them.

It's a pity that my life is approaching. If I can resume my cultivation, I can live for another 100 years, or even 200 years.

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He drank a few glasses of fine wine, but there was no taste in his mouth. He slowly walked down the Jiuxing Tower and walked towards his house with full heart.

As soon as he entered the alley, there was an ugly young man in a narrow alley, in a blue shirt, watching him.

Old Song was vigilant, but his face continued to approach the youth as if nothing had happened.

The two kept approaching each other and eventually passed by. Old Song Ansong breathed a sigh of relief, keeping his pace at the same pace and slowly leaving the young man.

"Want to restore martial arts?" Said the ugly youth, speaking to the air.

Lao Song had a meal and went on.

The ugly youth continued: "I have one of the Resurrection of the Holy Bible!"

Say he walked forward and left. (To be continued.)

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