White-Robed Chief

"Da Ci'en Temple has been troubled since then!" Ding Jian sighed.

"Slap!" The short sword fell to the ground, exquisite and exquisite, but flashing with coldness.

Ding Shi said: "Brother, this Song Jing has entered the country more than before, really a thousand miles away!"

"It's amazing understanding and amazing talent." Ding Jian shook his head. "How can she be such a genius without a thousand miles a day, we all have to be careful, or she will really be taken first."

Chu Li smiled and said, "Master, are you talking hard?"

Ding Jian said positively, "You don't care, but it's not so easy to deal with."

"But Brother Three, you can deal with the beastly stitches, but it is rare." Ding Shizheng said, "We may not be able to stop them."

Ding Jian nodded slowly: "Song Ying had killed the masters by relying on this needle, and this week the donor also practiced this needle. It is really a catastrophe of life, Amitabha!"

He proclaimed the Buddha's horn, his face pitying.

Ding Shi looked at Chu Li in doubt: "Master, how did you let go of the donor that week?"

Chu Lidao said: "He has been hit by a demon seal and cannot survive."

"The martial arts of the islands on the sea are not inferior to us, and must not be careless." Ding Shi shook his head, disapprovingly said: "What if they really have the magic of life, or treasure?"

Chu Li smiled: "That's why he shouldn't die, give him a chance."

"If he lives, our disciples at Daci'en Temple and even others are in danger." Dingshi said.

Chu Li said, "It's not too late to take him again ... Brother 2 rest assured, although this man's hands are poisonous, but his heart is not bad, it may not really hurt the killer."

"Master, what do you see?"

Although he is honest and honest, he is not stupid. After a period of understanding, he knows that the three masters looked at Xiaoxiao with a low-key and forbearance, and they should never be soft when they are fierce.

It was so easy to let go of Zhou Baiyu, there must be something magical about it, it is likely that he saw the fate of Zhou Baiyu.

Chu Li smiled and shook his head: "I want to find their old nest."

Ding Jian and Ding Shi suddenly realized.

Ding Jian smiled bitterly: "Three brothers, you are really brave and admire!"

He understood Chu Li's intentions at a glance.

Chu Li smiled and said, "Two brothers, I actually have another magical power.

Ding Jian and Ding Shi thought for a while, Ding Shi slowly said: "It seems that I have heard of this name, but it is extremely partial and rarely trained."

Chu Lidao said: "Fu Moyin was on Zhou Baiyu. As long as I didn't disperse, I could feel it, so I could find his place. There must be important figures, right?"

"This is going to be big ..." Ding Jian said with emotion.

Ding Shidao: "Master may not agree."

"I'll go and see, don't be counted by them." Chu Li Road.

"... Okay." Ding Jian thought for a while, hesitated for a moment and said, "Three brothers, you are full of supernatural powers, you can go and go without a trace. You can go to their reality and decide to stop."

He lamented that he was indeed the third master, who behaved steadily and ruthlessly and was fatal in one blow.

Da Ci'en Temple can send top masters to follow him to find the old nest of Tianle Island, and even find where Tianle Island is, so it can be destroyed in one fell swoop.

Even acting with Wu Leifeng was foolproof, and Tianle Island was strong again. Under the attack of two top masters, it was difficult to escape.

However, the three divisions acted meticulously, and thought of preventing Tianle Island from taking measures and combining the islands to give two cases a serious injury, so they had to detect them in advance and be careful.

He looked at Ding Shi and saw helplessness.

Both of them were mental and martial arts. They were both top-notch, but they were dwarfed by the three masters. They seemed to be dumb people, not at a mental level.

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Zhou Baiyu felt as if he was in a dark ice cellar, his eyes were black, his body was cold, and there was no trace of heating. This desperate taste inexplicably wanted to give up, and wanted to leave directly.

But the faint scent of nose and gentle jade hand of tender fragrant nephrite on his shoulder made him not want to leave, wishing to keep at this moment.

"Bang!" He found himself on a boat, and Yuxiang was still there, but Yushou had left, making him feel lost.

"Brother Zhou!" Song Jing called softly.

Zhou Baiyu opened his eyes diligently, and found himself lying on the bed. The gentle shaking made him feel at ease, and tried to show a smile: "Sister Song, I don't care."

"How do you feel?" Song Jing frowned.

Zhou Baiyu felt a soft jade hand on her back again, and immediately smiled.

"It's all like that, and laughing!" Song Jing said coldly.

Zhou Baiyu shook his head gently: "I can't die, the little monk just slapped it."

"Not so optimistic!" Song Jing said angrily.

She crossed the internal force in the palm of her hand, but went into the sea like a mud ox and entered Zhou Baiyu's body, and immediately became invisible. His body was like a bottomless pit, and any force disappeared after entering.

She couldn't even detect what was going on, so she could only tell Zhou Baiyu herself

Zhou Baiyu whispered softly: "Much better."

"To be honest!" Song Jing's face suddenly calmed down, staring at him tensely: "No more telling the truth, I can't save you!"

"... It's cold and black." Zhou Baiyu whispered softly.

He could obviously see ~ www.readwn.com ~ but it was inexplicably dark and cold, as if he was thrown into a dark cold cellar, and he would gradually be swallowed by darkness and coldness. If Sister Song was in front of him, he would despair .

Song Jing pulled out a jade bottle from her arms, and carefully poured out a Xuebaidan pill into Zhou Baiyu's mouth.

Zhou Baiyu smiled again.

The feeling of the soft little hand on the lips is too wonderful, as if rising into the clouds.

"Bang bang ..." Song Jing patted him on the chest to help him digest his medicine.

But these palms are like mud cows entering the sea, they are still missing and disappearing.

Song Jing frowned, wondering what it was like, really weird.

After a while, Zhou Baiyu's face turned green, her eyes were blurry, her focal length was lost, she did not take the miracle, she was even weaker, like a candle in the wind, she was going to go out at any time.

"Brother Zhou!" Song Jing called softly.

Zhou Baiyu was motionless.

"Brother Zhou!" Song Jing stopped drinking.

Zhou Baiyu murmured, weakly abnormal.

Song Jing pressed her red lips tightly and suddenly disappeared on the boat. Then she reappeared, followed by an old man in a white robe, with an eyebrow as white as snow, and a ruddy face like a baby.

"Uncle Zhuge, look at him quickly." Song Jing said.

Zhuge Hui brows his eyebrows, glances at Zhou Baiyu in the boat, touches his hand, stretches out his palm and touches the back, his face glances at Song Jing.

Song Jing busyly said, "Uncle, what palm is there?"

"Fu Mo Yin." Zhuge Huihong slowly said, "Meet Huiguang monk?"

Song Jing cried out, "Is it really the magic seal ?!"

Zhuge Hui nodded slowly and slowly: "It must be Fu Moyin, no doubt, a Huiguang monk, so shameless!"

"Not Huiguang's bald donkey, but his apprentice!" Song Jing said softly.

The sound was calm and soft, but his eyes flickered like a substance.