Strongest Immortal Reborn In City

"Meng ran! This seat will not be defeated! I won't! Never! "

Demonized Chen Ziyang sent out bursts of unwilling to roar, just like the roar of wild animals, ringing through the square ten miles!

Even the passengers on the plane heard it clearly!

In the cabin, Jiang Zhiyuan and his wife looked at each other as if to see a ghost, full of horror.

"Zhiyuan, you Did you hear that? "

Fang Xiaoyu, a middle-aged woman with wide red lips, pointed to the outside of the cabin. It seems to be asking, is what happened outside like a mythical scene, related to Meng ran?

Jiang Zhiyuan, director of Jiangzhou Municipal Health Bureau, was shaking all over his body. He even untied his seat belt and lay dead in front of the cabin window to see the scene outside.

"Zhiyuan, you don't want to die! Fasten your seat belt Fang Xiaoyu's face did not change, immediately urged the way.

However, the director of the Health Bureau, dressed in a white lining, turned a deaf ear to this, and just stared at the two figures in the sky!

In order to see the man's appearance, Jiang Zhiyuan took off his glasses with shaking hands and repeatedly wiped them with white linings.

However, the night is too deep, Jiang Zhiyuan can only see a blue shining back, can not see the real appearance of the man.

"No No way The boy can spell, but he can't be a god! There are no gods in this world! No! "

Jiang Zhiyuan sat down on his seat and comforted himself repeatedly.

Fang Xiaoyu, a middle-aged beautiful woman, looked at her husband's trembling lips and sighed helplessly. With a complex expression of desire to speak, she could not help saying:

"Alas If you hadn't stopped Yufei from communicating with that person that day, Yufei would not have been so indifferent to tea and rice, maybe Maybe he will become our son-in-law... "

As soon as Fang Xiaoyu's voice fell, she heard a sound of "pa" and a bright red palm print appeared on her face.

"Shut up! Don't mention that arrogant little beast again

Jiang Zhiyuan stares at his wife, full of ferocity.

Fang Xiaoyu covered her red and swollen cheek. She didn't care, but sighed helplessly:

"Zhiyuan, why don't you admit your mistake? Is your face more important than your daughter's happiness? "

Jiang Zhiyuan raised his hand to fan, but he couldn't do it.

The whole person sat down in a chair and looked up at the cabin top with dull eyes. His mind was full of the shocking scene of Meng ran climbing to the top of Jiangbei in Wuyin villa

At the same time, Meng Ran is only a hundred miles away from the long-distance highway, a white head white bearded Tang costume figure, is speeding through the void!

Suddenly, a peach wood sword shot from the distant sky!

"Why? Is he back? "

The old man in Tang Dynasty let out a light cry, and then he grasped it with his five fingers. The peach wood sword was immediately taken into the palm of his hand!

About two seconds later, the old man with the brush in his hand and wearing the Bagua Taoist robe came late.

The Taoist robe old man carries a simple scabbard behind his back, but the sword in the scabbard is missing.

Seeing that the Taoist priest came a little late, the old man in Tang Dynasty threw the peach wood sword to him. He couldn't help but sneer at him:

"Chen daoxuan, if the Heavenly Master's way spreads to you, you can't get rid of your own peach wood sword? Zhang Daoling's face is really a disgrace to your disciples. "

In the face of the old man's ridicule, the Taoist robe old man still chuckles and doesn't care. He takes the peach wood sword and inserts it into the scabbard,

"Mr. Yin knows, who did it a hundred miles away? Could it be that the remaining evils of the Xie family were born? "