The Immortal’s Poison

The monk was guarded early, with a flexible pace that did not match his bloated body, evaded quickly, did not fight with the elders at all, and laughed and said to Wen Leyang: "The little donor do n’t take his evildoer, this thing is his Deceived, it was n’t a thunderstorm ... "

The old anger is badly corrupted: "Asshole bastard, you have divided your share, and now come to trouble me again, this is the case every time ..."

The monk of the water mirror slammed loudly, no longer blindly avoiding it. He punched his legs in the woods and beat his old fists like the wind. The strength of both people ’s fists and feet was strong. The tree trunk swayed, swaying in a dull click.

The little girl wondered: "Whether the two are a gang or an enemy?" The two people dismantled each other and added their fists to each other. It seems that they are not common enemies, but listening to them, it seems that they often work together to do bad things together. .

After a while, the two of them stumbled back, and they seemed to be half a catty, and no one could do anything. The monk of the water mirror screamed fiercely: "Obviously, I met this good young man first. You put your nose in the cross and follow me. grab!"

The old man also refused to accept: "According to each student's ability, you can't blame someone who can't get a decent thing with both hands, let's talk about the two things in the beginning, you and I choose each one, the lantern is not a mere mortal at first glance, what now? Can't get it out! "

The monk scolded: "Fart! That lantern hasn't been ruined by you! If it weren't for you ... Lord Buddha doesn't say that you are sparse, see the real chapter under his hand!" Shui Jing's mouth is stupid, and he can't say it anymore. , Simply throw the sleeves away and pull the posture ready to fight.

The old ways are not to be outdone: "I ruined the lantern? If I didn't save you, you would have made the rain muddy!"

Wen Leyang's heart was awkward, and Xiao Yi's gaze was full of inquiries, and two words were drawn with a mouth shape: a lantern.

Xiao Yi put his head together and Wen Leyang's cheek on Liu Haihai's hair was tickling: "The inner room disciples who have passed the ten-year college entrance examination in Crow Ridge will carry three things with them. . "

A flick of Ling Li flashed through Wen Leyang's eyes. Wen Tunhai told him that it wouldn't be the Luo family who released the Soul Lantern into the red leaf forest during the rainy night. Although Wen Leyang was temporarily unable to follow up on the matter, how could he miss the clues.

The monk and the old man didn't agree with each other. The two men stared at each other, and each opened their posture.

The water mirror monk Jin Zhen took out a golden light four-colored chime from his arms and dragged it in his palm, stretched out his slender and slender fingers, and sighed gently.

Ding.

A crisp, melodious and crisp sound fluttered with the wind, and the golden light blew out from the small chime immediately, covering the monks layer by layer. The monk who was still sloppy and ridiculous was just against the golden light. Look straight!

Ji Fei's Taoist disdain: "It's still this set! Good apprentices see how to demonize and demonize as a teacher!" With his palms facing each other, he vigorously rotated for half a week, and a small silver sword rose against the wind, as if in mid-air. Like a snake, it was cruising quickly, releasing the icy breath of sensation.

Wen Leyang was shocked, he always thought that these two people are mostly liars, but the boxing skills are good, he didn't expect them to actually be able to spell, and quickly hid Xiao Yi behind him.

The monk snorted and said to Wen Leyang: "Don't be afraid, the poor monk will use his head to guarantee that he won't hurt you."

Ji Fei Lao Tao also echoed with the voice: "The apprentice is assured that although the bald donkey is not capable, but the character is still passable, and will not hurt the innocent, let's watch the drama with peace of mind!" Then, he groaned a little, looking at the surrounding with regret. The trees said: "Bald donkey, the mountain here is pretty good and the trees are pretty. The magic weapon of both of us is huge. If we can't control it and ruin the scenery of Emei, we might as well collect the baby. Let's fight with bare hands first?"

The monk thought about it, nodded, and said in an angry voice: "According to you!" Immediately the hand turned over and put away Xiao Qing.

The old man immediately frowned, and he laughed and shouted, "The bald donkey is fooled, move!" The small sword that circling in the sky whizzed toward the honest water mirror's bald head.

The monk was groaning, but he could n’t deal with the flying sword empty-handed. His big sleeves covered his head and spread his legs. He ran around in the woods, his body fluttered and fluttered, and he hurriedly avoided the flying sword. Run around, afraid of hurting them by mistake.

There is no killing in the old way, just deliberately teasing, continuously commanding Feijian to scribble and chop beside the water mirror, and did not really greet the key, otherwise the eight monks have now become sieve.

It didn't take long for the monk of the water mirror monk to be dirty enough to become cloth, revealing a big red cloth pocket, but his figure jumped too fast, and it was not clear that it was on the pocket Whether embroidering is playing in the water or a hundred years old.

Xiao Yi pouted and started to coax loudly.

Feijian or Dao, Wen Leyang does n’t understand the doorway at all, and he ca n’t see the good or bad. It just feels that this nonsense flying sword is more flexible than the group of Taoists who went to the Wen family not long ago. It seems that the momentum has also become more calm, and I don't know if I can deal with it.

The two monks were noisy from here, and footsteps came from not far away. Wen Leyang looked back at Xiao Yi with a wry smile. There are continuous and desolate winter mountains in the vicinity ~ www.readwn.com ~ There is no road, It should have been inaccessible, and I do n’t know what happened today. I met people one after another, but those who can come up are definitely not tourists or pilgrims.

Xiao Yi ignored him, her clear eyes sparkled with excitement, and looked at the old knife-cutting monk happily. Her ears and eyes were far worse than Wen Leyang, and she couldn't hear the light footsteps in the distance.

Soon afterwards, a figure walked up and down. Although he was already mentally prepared, Wen Leyang was surprised when he saw the person coming.

But Xiao Yi exclaimed in exclaimation, and then both eyes shined, shaking Wen Leyang's arm: "It's so cute!"

On the mountain is a chubby, two or three years old at best, wearing a Chinese-style cotton-padded jacket, with a certain felt hat on his round head, and a pair of round sunglasses. It seems that the road has not yet gone, and it stumbles along the way. Many times, he almost fell to the heel, and after a few steps, he had to stand still and find a balance, and then continue to walk.

The voice of a girl behind him came: "A egg, egg, you wrestle carefully." Although the voice is full of care, but it can't hide the smell of sneer, as if the girl is demonstrating like whom.

Egg came up and looked at the left and right. Suddenly, he saw Wen Leyang holding the ‘Thunderstorm Order’, and Fat Dudu ’s body froze.

The old man and the monk have been fighting for a lifetime. They have never raised their eyebrows and exhaled as much as they are today. They are showing great power. Hearing the girl's laughter, he can't help but pause. The guilty concubine stretched his neck and looked down.

A touch of bright red seemed to jump off the flames, a few jumps under the mountain, and the girls who spoke in a blink of an eye appeared in front of everyone. Wen Leyang only felt that the whole piece of forest was reflected in the red!