Xiaobai Wandering the World of Martial Arts

Shen Bijun couldn't stand the words of Feng Yaojing, her blushing cheeks wished she could bury herself in the bowl, and whispered: "What did Si Niang say, eat quickly!"

Sensing the resentful colors of several pairs, Bai Ziyang shook his head, one pair of two is normal operation, one pair of three is already tired, one pair of eight he has never tried!

Just daydream, afraid that he will really die happily.

Concentrating all his expressions, Bai Ziyang didn't bother to pay attention to her, didn't even bother to roll his eyes, and just walked away.

Shen Bijun and the others, who were still smiling happily, were stunned for a moment. Bijun glared at Feng Yaojing, and complained: "Don't want Si Niang to oppose him every time your husband comes back."

Lian Xing also sighed quietly: "Sister, you two stop fighting, he is gone, you two still fight."

In normal times, Lian Xing really wouldn't dare to speak to Yaoyue like this, the coercion for many years is still there, and she can't care about Bai Ziyang once he leaves, so she speaks directly.

The witch and the witch stopped at the same time, laughing and snorting coldly!

Mu Wanqing said worriedly: "Sanggong is afraid that something is on his mind!"

The wind goblin was initially guilty of what the old woman Shen Bijun said, but when she heard this, she complained: "You only see him living a happy and carefree life on the surface...but you don't know that guy is also living a happy life behind his back. It's raw. I don't know him yet?"

Bai Ziyang who went away was fine, he was just too lazy to quarrel with those people, a woman with five hundred ducks, besides stopping their acupoints, how could he be an opponent in a real quarrel?

"Should we take them out for a walk? We can't take them all out, but one or two can still handle it!"

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The third young master won't bring anyone to wear it for now, but he will really wear it later!Eat, the next chapter is official! .

Chapter 1 Go back and eat! "Please be sure! "

The world is ruthless, and ghosts and gods are infinite.

All things are powerless, and the strong people are ignorant.

Life and death are impermanent, misfortune and fortune have no door.

The earth is dark, and I am the only one.

These thirty-two words refer to an organization, but also to a person.

This person is Tianzun, and this organization is also called Tianzun.

Tianzun is probably the most powerful and powerful organization in the martial arts world at this time, even the seven major factions have to unite to compete against one or two.

Tianzun sits high on the throne, a bead curtain hangs down, and the curtain shines brightly in the candlelight.

There are several people standing in two rows of the main hall. Everyone's face is covered with a mask, and even their figures are covered by loose robes. In the organization, only Tianzun can fully grasp the identities of all members.

Tianzun's voice was cold: "What happened to that person?"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes couldn't help but freeze, and someone stepped forward and said: "We haven't found out the origin of that person, and we haven't found out his purpose. At this moment, that person is following Yan Shisan."

Tianzun asked: "Are all the people sent out dead?"

The man was so questioned, he opened his mouth and suffocated, and said with difficulty: "Please give me a little more time, we will definitely investigate this person."

Tianzun said slowly: "No need, I will deal with it, you go down."

The masked men breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to hesitate, and said in unison: "This subordinate will leave!"

Behind the curtain, a slender jade hand took off her mask, and an indescribably charming beauty knelt on the mat, her hair draped over her shoulders like a waterfall, her eyes were downcast, her expression was melancholy and peaceful!

I just heard her mutter softly: "Bai Ziyang!"

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Residual autumn.

Konoha Xiaoxiao, the setting sun is all over the sky.

Under the leaves of Xiaoxiao trees, there is a person standing, as if he has merged with the autumn scenery of the earth.

Because he is too quiet.

Because he was too cold, a kind of indifference and fatigue that penetrated into the bone marrow, but with a kind of murderous aura.

He is tired, perhaps because he has killed too many people, some even people who shouldn't have been killed.

He killed people because he never had a choice.

He has a sword in his hand, a black fish skin sheath, a golden mouth, and a long sword with thirteen bean-sized pearls on it.

There are not many people in the arena who don't recognize this sword, and not many people who don't know him.

His Ren and Jian were famous all over the world when he was seventeen years old, and now he is almost middle-aged, he can't let go of this sword, and no one else will allow him to let go of this sword.

When he put down this sword, his life was about to end.

Fame is sometimes like a burden, a burden that can never be shaken off.

His name is Yan Shisan. In the past, there was a man named Yan Qi, and another named Yan Wu. Yan Shisan thought he was stronger than the two of them combined, so he called him Yan Shisan.

There was one person standing not far away.

The pale brocade clothes that are as transparent as snow, the long silver-white hair that is almost evil, the black eyes that are as deep as a secluded spring... the childish boy with a bright head, but when rubbed together, it makes people feel incongruous, showing detachment Extraterrestrial capital.

This man has been following him for several days, and he has been following him except at noon and you.

Yan Shisan never asked who he was, and he never said a word to Yan Shisan. It was two hours between day and night, where did that person go... Yan Shisan didn't know either.