Way of Choices

Sword intention is an invisible sword.

This sword rises in the depths of the hall, and pierces the gate of the temple directly. The elaborate and true elements of the elders who have been practicing hard for hundreds of years are all in the middle. Chen Changsheng, who has a short sword on his chest, cannot stop this sword.

The sound of breaking the sky, a figure like thunder came, came to the sword.

With a snapping sound, the seemingly unstoppable sword intention of Komatsu Palace was blocked in this way!

What shocked everyone in the hall even more was that what blocked the sword was just a palm of both hands!

The palms of both hands were shrouded in sword light, with a touch of golden color, as if cast by gold!

There was silence.

Between Elder Komatsu's sword intention and the palms of his hands, there was a series of crackles.

At the next moment, a series of crackling sounds followed in the night outside Weiyang Palace!

The sword and palm were still in front of everyone's eyes, but the air around them seemed to be broken.

The night outside the palace seemed broken.

A loud buzz!

The formation outside the Weiyang Palace that made autumn wind inaccessible instantly burst!

The slightly cold night flooded in from countless doors and windows, blowing the robe of the teachers and students of the courtyards among the seats, and it was the light of the night pearl, which seemed to shake a little at this moment!

Those who were slightly closer to the gate of the temple fell back and forth again and again, their faces were pale, they could not breathe, and naturally they could not shout.

What a powerful real-element collision, what a terrible impact of collision.

There was still silence in the hall, only the sound of the night wind roaring.

The sword intention gradually disappeared.

The palms of both hands slowly retracted.

The owner of the palm of his hands is a middle-aged man with an ordinary face and ordinary temperament. This middle-aged man is a little fat and wears a silk shirt full of copper money patterns. It looks like the most common rich man in the country. There is a little bit of demeanor, and standing in the palace seems extremely uncoordinated.

This ordinary middle-aged man, with only a pair of fleshy palms, lightly blocked the violent sword of the elder Xiaoshangong from the mountain!

The middle-aged man withdrew his palms and looked at the Komatsu Palace in the depths of the main hall. There was a deep smile on his face, and then he retreated behind him.

When he stood before the fall, he was an ordinary rich man. After standing, he was also an ordinary rich man. He did not show a hint of guru style, nor did he deliberately confine his breath to play the housekeeper.

Because he is now an ordinary rich man, he only likes money, especially gold.

But the people in the temple certainly don't think so. People look at the middle-aged man's eyes full of shock and confusion.

How can a man who can resist the courtroom of Elder Komatsu Palace in the mountain should at least be a person of the level of the dean of the Taoist Academy, Mao Qiuyu?

The people of the Southern Mission were even more shocked and speechless, especially the young disciples from the mountain. They couldn’t understand how, even though the uncle Zushi had a random sword under the previous rage, he didn’t do his best because he was in the Great Zhou Palace. , But this middle-aged man can only rely on a pair of fleshy palms, can actually not fall down!

Komatsu Palace stood behind the table and looked at the middle-aged man at the hall door. His emotions were very complicated. It seemed that he remembered something, but he was not sure.

There was a very slight broken sound.

This voice is very quiet, and only the disciples who are closest to Feibai can hear it.

Only they can see clearly. A crack appeared on the saber sheath of Elder Komatsu Palace!

As ionic disciples, where do they not understand what this means?

It’s not that the chambers resisted the rituals, nor did the wind fall. The seemingly ordinary middle-aged man actually defeated Elder Komatsu in this competition!

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...

The temple was quiet and silent, and everyone's eyes were on the ordinary middle-aged man who fell behind him.

Xu Shiji's face was very green, and his heart had already set off a stormy sea. He knew that the female student of Luoguo National College of Education was mysterious and had an extraordinary life experience. ? Who is this little girl named Luoluo?

The robe on Komatsu's skinny body fluttered gently, which was blown by the night breeze outside the hall, and also because the hands in his sleeve were shaking slightly.

The previous confrontation just separated in an instant. It seemed that there was no victory or defeat, but he knew he was defeated, and he suffered a lot of injuries, the meridians were shocked, and the true element overflowed... but it was not the one that really shocked him. The strength of a middle-aged man is something he vaguely remembered, someone.

Something in that year, someone in that year.

Komatsu looked at the middle-aged man, squinting slightly, hesitantly, and asked, "You are..."

The middle-aged man stood behind him and coughed twice. He could hear that he had suffered some injuries before.

The cough was very soft, falling in Komatsu's ears, but it seemed like thunder.

The middle-aged man said, "Yes, it's me."

Komatsu Palace suddenly changed color, his old cheeks were as pale as snow, and there was infinite anger in his eyes, but he couldn't hide the deepest palpitations.

"Golden rule!"

"How will you be here!"

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...

Elder Komatsu Palace was filled with angry and vicious cries, echoed in Weiyang Palace.

Other than that, there was no sound.

Everyone was stunned. Looking at the middle-aged man's eyes, there was no longer confusion, only shock, or awe.

Disciples such as Gou Hanshi and Guan Feibai, who have heard of the greatest hatred in this life of Shishu's ancestors, have a very complicated look at the middle-aged man.

Tang 36, who was proud and indifferent, was also startled after hearing the name Jin Yulu. He looked at the middle-aged man with huge eyes, and seemed to want to determine whether he saw a real person.

Chen Changsheng knows this middle-aged man. He only knows that this middle-aged man is the same butler who lives next to him. The meals delivered by Baicao Garden every day are carefully arranged by this person. He has beaten this person several times. In dealing with it, I didn't see any special places, I felt... this middle-aged man is very long-winded, very much like an aunt.

The middle-aged man is Jin Changshi in Baicao Garden.

Where can Chen Changsheng think that this golden housekeeper, a lot like aunt, is such a powerful man?

But he had never heard of the name Jinyu Lu, so he could not understand the silence and the strange eyes of everyone in the temple.

The golden jade law is the character in this mainland legend.

At that time, the human race and the demon race joined forces to fight against the devil for successive years. He served as a grain officer three times.

Grain officers are very important, but any loss of schedule may cause devastating and tragic consequences.

He said that when food grain ordnance can be delivered to any place, it will definitely be delivered, there is no accident.

Because he said nothing.

Anyone who doubts his decision has fallen into the snow in the north.

Golden Jade Law, the head of the four deities of the demon clan.

His Majesty Emperor Taizong of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Yubi pro-praise: Golden rule!

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...

Mao Qiuyu, the dean of the Taoist Temple, sighed and stood up.

Chen Liuwang had no choice but to stand up.

Mo Yu had a headache, rubbed his eyebrows, and finally stood up.

Naturally, Jin Yulu’s merits and virtue of war are worthy of such ceremonies, but for the above-mentioned big men who know the secrets of Baicao Garden, it is more important that Jin Yulu has already clarified his identity. Identity, since everyone in the temple is going to get up, then they might as well get up first.

The vine feast tonight must be recorded in the history books.

A few moments later, the rest of the people in the hall finally reacted.

Their eyes moved from Jin Changshi's body to the little girl in front of him. They moved slowly because they were heavy.

Everyone in the southern mission was pale, Guan Feibai was unwilling, and his breathing was a few points thick.

Gou Han has a dignified expression and thinks that he has been in Kyoto.

In the seat of Tiandaoyuan, Zhuang Huaiyu slowly stood up, his eyes full of pain, his body slightly shaken, and he was a little lost.

From the first night of the Qingteng Banquet, countless people are speculating about the identity of the little girl in the National College of Education.

People only know that her origin is inevitable and her life is mysterious, but no one can guess.

To be precise, no one dared to guess in that direction.

Tonight, Jin Yuruan stood quietly behind the little girl, and the little girl's identity naturally came forth.

Tang Thirty-six looked at Luo Luo, his expression was complicated, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

There was no silence.

After all, someone needs to break this quiet.

Chen Changsheng turned around and watched quietly.

He lowered his head and muttered, "Sir, I didn't mean to deceive you."

She once said in the National College of Education that if Chen Changsheng asked her, she would definitely say it.

Chen Changsheng didn't ask.

Now I don’t need to ask.

But there seems to be something missing

Chen Changsheng looked at the little girl's nervous look, smiled, and gently asked, "Who are you?"

She thought about it and said, "I am falling."

Chen Changsheng said seriously: "This is not a bad thing, this is something to be proud of."

"Yes, sir."

Luoluo raised his head and looked at the different expressions in the temple, calmly taking a step forward.

Ye Feng entered the hall, and Qingsi fluttered around her cheeks.

She is a little girl wearing a college skirt, her eyebrows are beautiful, she is childish, just ordinary.

But she took a step forward and stood in front of the whole world, in front of everyone.

Her college skirt seemed to turn into a royal robe, and a sense of nobleness emanated from her body.

Everyone felt a bright spot.

The whole palace seemed really bright.

This is truly expensive.

People subconsciously avoided her vision, and some people even stepped back a few steps, and no one dared to look at her.

Not afraid, but too bright.

She is like a rising sun.

Calm and warm, but must maintain sufficient awe and distance.

She looked at the people in the temple calmly and proudly and said, "My surname is Baidi, Baidi's Baidi."

In the Western Wanli demon domain, there is a large city deep in the domain. At the origin of Wangchuan, it is magnificent and magnificent.

The city name is Baidi City, because Baidi lives in the city.

She is the only daughter of the contemporary Baidi.

Eight hundred miles of the Red River are her seals.

She is down.

She is falling down.

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