Bodyguard of the Goddess

Mu Qingsong’s question is too straightforward. Straightforward to make Xiao Zheng a little embarrassed.

Are you nervous?

It is a matter of stress. It is not nervous to say that Xiao Zheng’s appearance at the moment is indeed not relaxed at all.

This is his awe of the strong. It is the subconscious reaction after he has been killed for many years. Even if you don't need to brain, the body will give a reaction.

“Why should I be nervous?” Xiao Zheng’s eyes condensed slightly and asked. "Because you are Mu Qingsong? Eight Founders?"

"Creator?" Mu Qingsong ignored Xiao Zheng's counterattack and slightly picked up his throat. "I originally had such a nickname in China?"

His face does not see whether it is satisfactory or disdain. But on his gloomy face, he still maintains the color of indifference.

"Why are you leading me here?" Xiao Zheng asked straight away.

Talking to people, talking to ghosts. This is the reason why Xiao is pondering in the commercial war in the past two years. Talking to Mu Qingsong in front of him, he only needs to be straightforward and does not need to be decorated.

"Because you are the only strong person in the younger generation who is interested in me." Mu Qingsong said without concealing. "In addition, I want to go up the mountain."

really!

He wants to go up the mountain!

"What are you going to do?" Xiao Zheng looked cold and cold and asked indifferently.

"Visit the old man." Mu Qingsong said in an understatement.

Xiao Zheng said, "Which old man?"

"I know what I want to ask." Mu Qingsong said indifferently.

Then he pulled up his legs and walked up the hill.

His pace is not fast. Every step is calm and powerful. Even if it is just walking, the whole body exudes a momentum like the sea.

Is this the majesty of the eight founders?

Without a word, you can shock people. Direct to the soul?

Xiao Zheng spit out a sigh of gas, not too slow, but also followed very calmly.

Knowing what to ask?

Xiao Zheng does not know. I lived in the mountains for three people. Leo is not mentioned in the most unlikely. Mu Qingsong’s old man is only possible between Bai Wuzhen and Ye Yuhua. Xiao Zheng remembers that Shang Yao once said that Bai Wuzhen had lost a trick to him. In other words, the old man in Mu Qingsong’s mouth is most likely to be white.

At this point, Xiao Zheng has no more thoughts. Speed ​​up the pace, followed.

On the strength of the foot, Xiao Zheng, who possesses the refraction skills, is definitely the best. Mu Qingsong, who can walk in the front, can also be called the sky. Regardless of how Xiao Zheng exerted his strength, he still lags behind him half a shot. It is difficult to catch up.

On this point, Xiao Zheng can infer. The other side is as good as explosives and speed, even stronger!

Looking at the eight strongest people that Xiao Zheng has seen, the only thing that can do this is that there is only white innocence on the mountain.

It is no wonder that in the first battle of the year, Bai Wuzhen would lose him.

This Wushu Mu Qingsong is really extraordinary!

To achieve something in one thing, and even to create a miracle. There is no great enthusiasm and perseverance for it. Xiao is heading towards the peak of Wudao, and has never slacked off. Mu Qingsong spent all his life on the martial arts. For decades.

His achievements will be generalized again?

"It's really good."

Above the mountainside, Mu Qingsong suddenly stopped. Turning around, his eyes gloomy sweeping Xiao Zheng glanced: "It’s no wonder that even the hand of God of Soros can't help you."

Xiao did not change his color and stood in front of Mu Qingsong. His look was cold and cold: "No one can help me yet."

"Confidence strong." Mu Qingsong gave a fair evaluation.

After all, he slowly turned and walked to the hidden dragon pavilion.

I don't know when the old monk is standing in front of the wooden house.

He was dressed in Tsing Yi and was kind and eye-catching. It’s refreshing. In the breeze, his clothes swayed gently. As if to be arrogant, it exudes extraordinary temperament.

Mu Qingsong came to the old monk without any hindrance. The complexion is gloomy.

"You have been in the mountains for twenty-two years." Mu Qingsong looked blankly at the innocent. It doesn't look like any fireworks.

One is the monk who cut off the dust, leaving only one love word in his heart.

The other is to put all his energy into the martial arts. Nothing can be tolerated in the eyes.

These two people are very similar, but they are so similar.

A kind of kindness, a gloomy face. The match between the two is very interesting. Also fired.

But Xiao Zheng’s mood is not easy. Not only is it not easy, but it is also a little worried.

The old monk is an old monk after all. Even if he is in love. But always worship the Bodhisattva, do not kill. And Mu Qingsong, but to kill the martial arts. If the two people really start to move, the old monk will definitely suffer.

What's more, as early as that year, the old monk was slightly lost. Now that my identity has changed dramatically, what will it evolve into?

Xiao Zheng stepped forward and quietly stood next to the old monk.

The old monk faced Xiao Zheng’s kindness. He just smiled and did not intervene. Then, his expression looked calmly toward Mu Qingsong, his hands together: "Twenty-two years have not seen, the murderousness of the donor is gone. But there is more will."

"What will?" Mu Qingsong asked indifferently.

"To win the will." The old monk said slowly.

"Then what do you think I am doing in the 22nd year? Raising flowers and growing vegetables?" Mu Qingsong snorted. It is full of momentum.

The old monk smiled and said nothing more.

"Do it yourself." Mu Qingsong licked his lips. "Let me see again your famous dragon hand."

"You must win, will you give up?" the old monk said slowly.

"What do you say?" Mu Qingsong looked cold and cold.

"I lost." The old monk shook his head slightly. "you win."

"You insult me?" Mu Qingsong's killings skyrocketed. The binocular bursts out of the cold.

"Uncle Bai just doesn't want to fight with you." Xiao Zheng stood up. The attitude is firm. "He is a monk, why are you reluctant? You really want to fight, I can accompany you."

"I don't want to fight?" Mu Qingsong's eyes were cold and cold, and he was indifferent. "Do you really want to fight, or are you afraid of losing?"

Until now, Xiao Zhengcai realized that the news he had received from Shang Yao was not accurate.

That's right.

These two peerless powers did have a hard battle that year. But the ending is that Bai Wuyi won. Mu Qingsong lost.

If not, why should Mu Qingsong be pregnant for more than 20 years. Now that China is re-emerging, it is necessary to go up the mountain and fight with Bai Wuqi again.

Wu Xi is not only obsessed with martial arts, but also cannot lose.

Lost, the idea is not accessible.

If you lose, you will disturb the heart.

So he came.

From where to fall, where to get up.

Defeat the white innocence, he can truly stand on the peak, in order to really fight for the first day!

"A Zheng. Let's let it go." The old monk sighed softly and his voice was soft. "Since he must fight, then I will accompany him. The family should have been in the river. There are Buddhas in the heart, where are the bliss. Why do you stick to the dogma?"

Playing, it is not playing.

If you don't fight, you can play.

In my heart, I have never been able to escape.

White innocence is already detached. He doesn't fight, he doesn't think he shouldn't fight. But don't want to fight. Since the other party refused to give up. Why should he be persistent?

Bai Wuzhen and Ye Yuhua sat on the Zen for more than 20 years. Is the realm of Xiaozheng able to be destroyed?