God-slaughtering King

"Just gave me hope, but deprived it again. This God is really annoying..."

Du Li exhausted his strength, lay back again, looked obliquely at the snowy sky and muttered to himself.

……

"Eh..."

"What's the matter with Zhenwu gate today? Why can't you even see a personal film? Has the battle of ranking on the jade dragon list begun?"

Feng, who entered the South Gate of Zhenwu gate along the mountain road, scratched his head. Some didn't know what to do.

In the past few days, with little monk mikong's tireless efforts to deliver Zhenyuan to Nanmen maple, Nanmen Maple's injury has recovered very quickly, which is comparable to taking a panacea.

Although he still had many questions about the little monk, Du Li's old injury recurred. Nanmen Feng had no time to spend more time on mikong. As soon as he entered Tianfeng City, he came to Zhenwu gate quickly.

"Poison eater!"

Nanmen Feng took out a light cyan jade bottle from his arms, and what was in the bottle was a genuine poison eater.

With a smile, he floated up the cheek of Nanmen Feng, immediately put away the jade bottle and went straight to the attic where Du Li was located.

Boom

A mile away from the attic courtyard, a powerful momentum suddenly came face to face, and Nanmen Feng stopped in surprise.

With the momentum, it was Qingyao who was as angry as a tigress at this time.

Nanmen Feng meets Qingyao, and Qingyao also meets Nanmen Feng.

Nanmen Feng and Qingyao looked at each other, and Qingyao's violent momentum suddenly stopped.

"Ho..."

Nanmen Maple opened his mouth and subconsciously stepped back.

"Isn't this woman the one who can make sound wave skill in the tomb? Why is she here? Has it been revealed that I switched to her and she found me?"

"Little thief..."

Qingyao didn't know how to describe her mood at this time. No matter how smart she was, she couldn't believe that the young man who appeared in front of her at this time was the thief who abducted her to eat poisonous insects.

In this way, Qingyao stared at Nanmen maple for a long time.

"Shua..."

To count the reaction degree, Nanmen Maple was one step ahead. Although I didn't know what was going on, the woman's anger was real. Nanmen Maple subconsciously extended the poisonous insect in his hand behind his back and immediately fled in the opposite direction.

According to Nanmen Feng's estimation, this woman's cultivation realm must at least be the high-level or even the peak of chemical weapons realm.

Relying on Nanmen Feng's physical condition and cultivation, she is by no means her opponent.

Escape is the only way for nanmenfeng to survive.

It's OK that Nanmen Feng didn't escape. When he escaped, Qingyao woke up like a dream.

"Well, you little thief, there's a way in heaven. You don't go. There's no door in hell. You can throw it yourself. Give me my poison eater..."

Qingyao was angry and happy in her heart. Under the chaotic thoughts, she jumped into the air in an instant, and the fragrant long zither appeared.

Dangdang

When the strings were plucked, the rain like dense sound blade was like a sharp chop, blocking the steps of Nanmen Maple forward and backward.

"Girl, the poisonous insect has been presented with both hands. Please don't make trouble again!"

In the face of Qingyao's defenseless sound blade attack, nanmenfeng was blocked with a black knife, but he was instantly cut with several bloody cuts, his ears hummed and his blood gas rolled in his body.

Attack both inside and outside, which is the strength of sound wave skill.

"Thief, you dare to argue!"

Qingyao was furious, and her magnificent spiritual power burst out, and her ten fingers went out together.

Shua Shua

The half moon sound blade, with endless power, surrounded by towering walls and hard granite on the ground, was blasted into debris.

"Damn woman, why are you here? It's one step away..."

His ears were buzzing and his soul trembled. Nanmen Maple could hardly hear any sound.

With strong perception, he has even worse immunity to this sound wave skill. In a sense, Qingyao is the enemy of Nanmen maple.

"Thief, die!"

Qingyao Dai frowned, and the two lotus petals appeared again behind her. In an instant, she deprived the heaven and earth spiritual power within a radius of ten miles.

Tears Luo Tianyin

Hum

The sound like a wave was emitted from the Guqin in the hands of Qing Yao. Everything around, including the air, was perfectly cut in two.

"Bad..."

The maple in the south gate was terrified, and the dead took risks.

At the moment, his brain is buzzing, and his soul power cannot be mobilized. Facing this move, he will die.

Just between this light and fire stone, just listen to a Shua. A dark shadow is like an instant coming face-to-face, like a roc spreading its wings. One will pick up the South Gate maple and take it away from the spread of tears.

Boom

The sound blade fell to the ground, and the whole ground trembled. With wolf smoke, a deep ditch like a mountain stream suddenly appeared,

"Qingyao, stop it. He's Nanmen Feng and brother Du's adopted son!"

It was gentle and courteous. Even with the powerful strength of Lingwu realm, I felt a great crisis under this move.

Gather souls to make a sound, so terrible!

"Nanmenfeng? The adopted son of brother Qiwang?"

Qingyao, who was just about to do it again, trembled again after hearing the name and looked at Nanmen maple in disbelief.

She naturally knew that Du Li had an adopted son and the existence of Nanmen maple.

But why him?

Qing Yao?

Du Li's sister, Princess Qingyao of Dayan dynasty?

On the other side of the South Gate maple, his eyes are wide open. It seems that he has seen the most incredible thing in the world.

"Are you really Nanmen Maple?"

"Are you really Princess Qingyao?"

They both spoke at the same time, their eyes trembling.

Seeing Qing Yao's big eyes and small eyes staring at Feng at the south gate, it was like seeing an alien. Wen Lianggong scratched his head. Even if he was good at observing words and colors, he still didn't understand what had happened.

"I ask you..."

Nanmen Maple stared, took a breath and asked solemnly, "Why are you looking for poison Eaters?"

"I want to save my brother Wang!"

Qingyao also stared, and the princess's elegant posture disappeared. "It's you. What are you doing looking for poison Eaters?"

"I... poof..."

After being confirmed, Nanmen Feng suddenly spit out an old blood, his body puffed soft, and fell directly into Wen Lianggong's arms.

The two men began to intrigue from the desert city. Until this time, they almost died.

Unexpectedly, the purpose of the two people was the same.

"What the fuck is this..."

Nanmen Feng's face convulsed with his heart. He had seen stupid in his life, but he had never heard of such stupidity.

Qingyao's face was also better than that of Nanmen Feng. She suddenly realized that her face with the smell of books was white and red. Her whole body's spiritual power was involuntarily restrained and fell to the ground.

"Since you are his adopted son, and this trip is for him, why didn't you say it earlier? As long as you say your name, we don't have to waste so much effort, let alone have so many conflicts..."

Qingyao angrily said.

"What are you talking about me?"

Nanmen Feng's cheek twitched again and said, "then why didn't you say your name? If I had known you were the old boy's sister, why did I have to do everything to take this poison eater from you?"

With a tangled face, Nanmen Maple finally took out the poison eater and handed it to the gentle and respectful face.

"Yes, yes, that's it. It's the real poison eater!"

Wen Lianggong was overjoyed and looked at it. At a loss, he picked up his head and laughed, "I've been looking for you these days. I thought you were going out naturally, but I didn't expect you to be a little filial..."

"Come on, take it to brother du..."

Wen Lianggong quickly entered the attic yard like a chicken carrying the South Gate maple.

"Miss, this is really..."

At this time, Du Tianxian, who was born in five big and three thick, looked obliquely at the shadow of Nanmen Maple leaving. His resolute face was almost pulled into a ball. He also didn't know what words to describe it.

Maybe the word "fuck" can be used to describe it, but even if he lent Du Tian ten courage, he didn't dare to say it in front of the princess of Tang.

Qingyao put away the harp and gently patted her forehead with the back of her fresh hand. Although things developed according to the dramatic track, the poison eater finally got it. This is the most important and best result.

"Hoo..."

Qingyao finally stretches Dai Mei, and her worried heart is gradually put down.

In the attic yard.

"Du Li, ha ha... You're a tough guy!"

Wen Lianggong holds Nanmen maple in one hand and the bottle with the poisonous insect in the other hand. He wanders in front of Du Li.

"This is..."

Du Li was surprised again. He looked at the maple at the south gate. His annihilated heart gradually raised a glimmer of light.

……

Although Wen Lianggong is not a herbalist, his family is a genuine family of herbalists, with more than 100 herbalists.

They have studied poison eaters for a long time in recent years, and now they have obtained it. Several medicine refining masters of the Wen family came from the family one after another.

One is to see this almost extinct strange insect in heaven and earth, and the other is to detoxify Du Li.

It has been a long time since blood poisoning and disease fixing. It is far from being able to detoxify successfully in a short time. A group of white aged herbalists gathered on the third floor of the attic. The lights were bright and debated endlessly.

On the contrary, Nanmen Feng and Qingyao don't know the art of pills or the method of healing. They can only continue to wait downstairs.

Nanmen Feng lies on Du Li's original couch and is sleepy. The big and thick Du Tian is dressing his wound. In the snow in front, the wanton and elegant Princess Qingyao looks at Nanmen Feng quietly with an umbrella.

Without the color of worry and anger, there is only a smile similar to being narrow-minded.

"Unexpectedly, this little thief is my nephew..."

She heard from Du Li that he had an adopted son a long time ago. She was also very eager to see what kind of goods this little nephew was.

As soon as I saw you today, it was really extraordinary.

"Hey, dear nephew, should you call an aunt to listen?"

A naughty smile suddenly appeared in Qingyao's eyes.

"Call you aunt?"

Nanmen Feng took a hard look at Qingyao, and immediately his head tilted and closed his eyes deeply.

"You almost killed me during the day. Now it's okay for me to ask you to call your aunt..."

Thinking of the scene during the day, Nanmen maple is still haunted. If it hadn't been for the timely appearance of wenlianggong, I'm afraid Nanmen Maple would have been dead.

"Besides... How old are you..."

Nanmen Feng glances at Qingyao from the corner of her eye. She is only 20 at most. It is a beautiful season for flowers to bloom. Even if Nanmen Feng is killed, he can't call out the word "aunt".

"It's all your fault. Who told you not to tell your identity earlier!"