The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

The hoarse voice seems to be speaking like a snake, which makes people feel cold all over... …

Sun Wukong didn't bother to pay attention to him. In his opinion, people who are so secretive and only play tricks are the most boring.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he looked at Chu Heng with a meaning in his eyes: "What's going on?"

Chu Heng turned his head and looked at Yan Chixia.

Well, this guy has improved. He still remembers that this is Yan Chixia's territory, so it's not easy to overwhelm the host.

Yan Chixia also frowned.

This blood-colored phantom is a remnant soul at first glance, and you can't ask anything. If you kill him, it will only hurt the black hands behind the scenes.

So there is something wrong with the decent sect of the famous family. The enemy is in the dark and we are in the light. They just act like ghosts casually, and let you mobilize the crowd, and you have no countermeasures.

He thought, that's all, soldiers come to cover up the water and earth, and Chu Heng will be there when the sky falls!

He understood from Sun Wukong's attitude that although Chu Heng was not very eye-catching at the moment, there must be something special about him. Otherwise, he would protect him if he was full of food?

Yan Chixia couldn't hug the golden thigh, and couldn't he hug the gilded Chu Heng?

Simply narrowing his eyes, he actually started to look at Chu Heng again: "Look at you."

Chu Heng's head was full of black lines.

I am neither a party nor an executor, what do you think of me?

He looked at the remnant soul, remembered something, and his heart moved: "Why don't you, Great Sage, seal it to 3.8?"

The great sage blinked, and was rarely embarrassed: "Seal? My old grandson can't do it."

Come on, Chu Heng remembered, this guy is biased, when Patriarch Bodhi asked him to choose spells, he didn't choose this or that, and he wanted to live forever.

This guy is equivalent to when you are divided into arts and sciences, you don’t study literature or science, and you still want to go to Peking University.

Thinking about it this way, Patriarch Bodhi is really a fighter among teachers, and this can be taught in a similar way.

Sun Wukong felt that he had boasted about Haikou just now, but now he showed his bottom, and he became angry from embarrassment.

I saw him grabbing the remnant soul, ignoring the remnant soul's desperate struggle and crying.

As soon as your hands are hard, start pinching.

After a while, an irregular blood-colored ball appeared in front of everyone. .

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"Well, now he probably won't wake up in ten years or so."

The great sage of love has pinched him to death, and the shelf life is ten years.

Sun Wukong also seemed a little embarrassed, he threw the bead, touched his head, and said: "According to old Sun, I have some things to do, let's leave it alone!"

While he was speaking, layers of clouds suddenly surged in the sky, and a thunderous shout came from the clouds.

"Bold monster monkey! How dare you violate the rules of heaven, go down to the world without permission, and catch it without letting go."

Monkey King twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "It's pretty fast."

I saw him trembling all over, putting on his upper body, and said with a smile: "Your grandpa is here!"

The golden cudgel hit the sky with boundless force.

For a moment, the sound of thunder, the sound of the golden cudgel breaking the air, the sound of screams, and Monkey King's unrestrained laughter resounded in the clouds.

Not long after, the clouds cleared and the rain stopped, and the sky was silent.

A figure stood in the air with his back to Chu Heng.

"My 16-year-old grandson is waiting for you up there!"

He could only hear a song humming softly in his tone-deaf voice.

"Watching chess and cutting lumber, walking slowly at the mouth of the valley by the clouds. Selling salaries and selling wine, laughing wildly from pottery. The path is high in autumn, facing the moon and pillowing pine roots, and the dawn is dawn. Recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, and break it with an axe. Withered vines. Harvested into a load, in the song market, Yimi three liters. There is no competition, and the current price is mediocre. No tricks, no honor and disgrace, calm and prolong life. When you meet, you are either immortal or Tao. Sitting quietly and talking about " Huang Ting."

"However, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the supernatural powers are not as good as the sky, but what!"

A sigh came from afar.

The great saint is gone.

Yan Chixia looked at his leaving back, a little shocked, but also a little envious.

"What a great husband!"

Chu Heng smiled, shook his head, and said, "He is a rare hero in the world."

Both of them know this farewell, and they don't know how long they will see each other, or if they will see each other again.

Yan Chixia looked at Chu Heng, shook her head and said, "I don't know what he is waiting for you, brother, you should have a plan in mind."

No matter how much he admires Sun Wukong, Chu Heng should get closer to him.

Sun Wukong's attention to Chu Heng is not only a good thing, but also a heavy pressure.