Martial God

He Yiming’s face changed slightly. During his several days of cultivation, he repeatedly contacted the knife of the Daguan knife. The power of this sickle is very well known.

Moreover, he also used this knife as his last card, and he and Lu Xingwen's move were superimposed as a final means of life.

However, after this slashing knife fell on Lu Xingwen’s body, he turned out to be nothing, and fled in a hurry. This is why He Yiming’s thoughts are unreasonable.

He turned his mind and immediately went to "Da Bo, Xiao Yan went to come"

After all, he unfolded his body shape and disappeared in an instant, although he was injured with a big knife. But in his hands, it seems to be as light as nothing, not at all cumbersome.

When the two innate powers left, the scene was first dead, and then the two sides suddenly made a strong change.

Fan Zewei's servants and diners suddenly shouted, and suddenly made the birds and beasts go away. Only a few people left and looked pale and looked at Yuan Zewei. They all came with Yuan Zewei. It is not a Fan family, but at this time, they still refused to abandon Yuan Zewei and fled.

However, Yuan Zewei is already no longer fighting, and the muscles on his face trembled a few times, finally sighing.

With this sigh, he seems to be completely relieved, and his body slowly falls to the ground, and there is no life in his eyes.

For the sake of the home of Yuan Jia, he struggled forever for a lifetime. Seeing that it is about to be completed, and now this dream has been completely shattered.

The old man could not withstand such a heavy blow and finally found himself and died.

Yuan Zeyi stepped forward and seemed to want to say something. When hesitated, he finally chose the silence, but from his eyes, he hated Yuan Zewei’s hatred. He could not sympathize with this. Big uncle.

Yuan Zeyu stood up and whispered: "Sincerely, you give me to the county town and pick up all the older brothers."

Yuan Cheng’s shock, rushed to: 爹...

Yuan Zeyu waved his hand to "Don't say it, I have already decided that the shops in the city can be handed over to you, but the real estate and the courtyard under the name of the big house are returned to them."

The words of the old man are arrogant and there is no room for negotiation.

Although Yuan Chengzhen was full of reluctance, but in the face of the stubbornness of the old man, he finally dared not violate, and only a long sigh, should be accepted.

Yuan Zeyu turned around and thought that He Quanxin had a fist and said, "The whole letter is good and the scorpion. Today, my Yuan family can keep it. I am full of resistance to your family. The old man is thankful."

He has to kneel down and kneel down.

He Quanxin’s face changed dramatically, and he quickly stepped forward, and he quickly supported him before he stumbled.

Yuan Zeyu earned two times. When He Quanxin’s arm was stable, he did not move.

He Quanxin is the color road "Yuan Shishu, your friendship with your family for decades, if Xiaoyi is worshipped by you, after returning, how do you want your family to explain?"

Yuan Zeyu sighed and stood up: Yin Xian, I have one thing, I want you to be a witness.

He Quanxin quickly said, "Uncle Shi has something to do, Xiao Xiao is self-serving."

Yuan Zeyu refers to the body of Yuan Zewei. "As the saying goes, life is like a lamp, no matter what he did before him, since he is already dead, it will be written off.

He Quanxin hesitated to say "the things that Shi Shu said,"

"Well, since the Yinxian is also recognized, then please witness the sage, I will re-enter the descendants of the big brother into the Yuan family genealogy, telling their fields to dial back,", Yuan Zeyu is the color road "I want to please At the time, if you are greedy for their land property, you can also ask Yin Xian to be fair to them.

The eyes of He Quanxin fell on the face of Yuan Chengzhen, but it was a difficult color in his eyes.

Yuan Chengzhen did look pale, "Oh, what do you mean?"

"I mean, you should understand." Yuan Zeyu sighed. "I just don't want to sever the blood of my eldest brother after I am a hundred years old."

Yuan Chengyi sneaked a sigh of "Hey. Yuan...Dabo is doing this to you, you have to do this, do you think they will appreciate it?"

Yuan Zeyu said slowly, "It doesn't matter if they appreciate it. I just hope that I can protect their pulse."

"If they repeat again in the future?"

Yuan Zeyu said calmly: "I want to keep it, but I can only be honestly settle down."

Yuan Cheng's face was eased and said: "Yes, the baby understands."

Yuan Zeyu turned his head and said, "I believe in all, how do you see?"

He Quanxin finally nodded and said: "Since it is the uncle of the world, Xiao Yan dare not die."

Although he promised it, he knew it well. This is just a piece of heart for the old man.

Even if Yuan Zewei’s descendants can return to Yuan’s family, but at most they live a life of worry-free life. It is impossible to become a decision-maker of Yuan’s family as before.

After being marginalized for decades, whether this pulse can still exist, no one can guarantee it.

If Yuan Zeyu is alive, perhaps no one dares to insult them, but if the old man dies, then it is hard to say.

What He Gongxin can do is to give hope to this pulse, and let the other Yuan family not dare to pay attention to their heads.

After the old man confessed, he sinned and went to rest. Only the body of Yuan Zewei, but was personally accepted by the old man.

Seeing that the father left, the dignified atmosphere in the field gradually dissipated.

Yuan Chengyi was relieved, and the commander of Lisuo had sorted everything out. Then he came to He Quanxin's side in a few steps. He said: "He brother, one song... Isn't the master really your nephew?"

He Quanxin heard this sentence, his brow wrinkled, and said, "One song is of course my nephew." He paused, as if the tone was not enough. It was a heavy sentence.

Yuan Chengzhen suddenly looked like a happy face: "Good, brother, you are so hard to win me."

He complained in his mouth, but the words were full of excitement, which is really a village of the dark and the bright, and the rest of the life!

If it is not a master of the day, then the death will not be Yuan Zewei.

He Quanxin twitched his mouth. He said in his heart that Laozi himself did not know, and how could he deliberately stare at you. Looking at the direction of He Yiming’s departure, he felt a lot of emotions in his heart.

Second brother, second brother, your son is innate, and the wish of the father can be completed...

Among the empty forests, a figure is like a place where the birds in the forest pass by in an instant.

In the hands of this figure, since there is another person, but it is light and nothing, it does not seem to have the slightest weight.

Finally, when I passed a mountain, the figure was at the foot of the figure, and finally stopped.

He paused and immediately fell to the ground, as if the power of the whole body had been exhausted at this moment.

"Uncle grandfather:

An exclamation sounded from his side, and Fan Haori quickly stood up and told the old man to hold it.

This person is just the Lu Xing pattern that was defeated in the congenital masters' confrontation. At this moment, he has already felt the martial arts, the sacred king, the sacred king, the night sacred god, the throne, the sacred priest, the arrogant world, the most powerful and abandoned. The Great Zhou Dynasty royal family will kill the gods and the gods of the throne, seek the devil, the world, the nine heavens, the strongest, the abandonment of the big Zhou, the royal family, the martial arts, the martial arts, the night, the gods, the gods, the throne, the devil, the arrogant world, the most powerful, the abandonment, the great Zhou, the royal gods, the night killing gods. The **** of the throne of the gods seeks the devil to be proud of the world's most powerful abandonment of the big Zhou Dynasty is less than that powerful life force.

His head has turned into a white snow in this short period of time, like a common old man, and even a dense wrinkle appears on his forehead, as if his body has passed. The novel network has been around for decades.

Although Fan Haori is not a congenital strongman, after seeing the changes in the appearance of the old man, he seems to understand something, and his face has also become bleak.

Lu Xinwen coughed a little, his voice turned out to be so hoarse: "I just checked it, no one is chasing after it:

Fan Haoyi sneaked and said: "Yes, the uncle is a man."

"You know, why should I bring you from there?" Lucin said, and it seemed that he had never had any irritable emotions under such awkward situation.

Fan Haori’s lips moved and finally arrived: “Uncle Dazu, you want grandson to avenge you and two uncles”

Lu Xin’s face showed a bitter smile. He shook his head slightly and said: “In fact, when Fan’s first sight is seen, I know your nature and system, and you can practice my exercises.” Long sigh, "I originally wanted to wait for the three of them to come, and then you will be closed as a disciple, but unfortunately, the three of them will never return."

Fan Haori suddenly looked up, his voice filled with shock, called: "Uncle ancestors you..."

"I have a knives in He Yiming. I can't think of his young age. Not only has he advanced, but he has even been able to show his knives. He laughed and said: "I still laugh at him. "

Fan Haori opened his mouth,

Lu Xinxing waved a hand: "You listen to me, don't interrupt me at random, my time is running out."

Fan Haori’s heart was unremarkable, and he immediately closed his mouth.

"He Yiming, this person is a genius, and the future is not limited. If you are suffering for a lifetime, you can't think of it as his enemy. I will save you. I don't expect you to take revenge. I think this is no different from sending death." Xin Weng took a long breath, I just came out with you, I hope that you can inherit my exercises, and that the practice of my veins can be passed down.

Fan Haori’s face suddenly changed a few times. He lost in the sunset, his father died, and Fan’s family is foreseeable and destined to fall.

In this case, even if Lucin can give up the hatred of him and his three disciples, it is not something he can easily put down.

Lu Xin-shen took a deep breath and said: "The rivers and lakes rumored, I found the legacy of a ancestors, and got the treasures, so I was able to advance to the innate.

Hearing this sentence, even if it is Fan Haori, at this moment it can not help but converge on the mind. Concentrate on it.

"I really don't know that these people are so speculative, since they have given them the truth."

Fan Hao-Yi’s heart is not that they have been convinced of the facts, but that everyone will have such rumors after the sudden increase in martial arts. Your old people are going to heaven and advance to the innate, then such rumored versions will not come out again. Isn't there a ghost?

Lu Xin’s sighs and sighs: "In fact, the old man was ambushed by Zhu Jia 30 years ago. Although he escaped, he was deeply injured. He almost died. Then it was a coincidence that he found a high person. Under the Dongfu, in the cave house, not only have some magical internal strength and combat techniques, but also these two innate Jindan,

Fan Haori’s eyes suddenly straightened. In the small place of Hejiazhuang, perhaps not many people found the innate Jindan, but he was clear in the county town. The innate Jindan used the annual life. The above-mentioned Jin Dan, which was extracted from the spirit beast.

Once you take the top ten masters of the inner strength, you will have the opportunity to step into the innate realm.

Although the limit Jindan and the energy Jindan are precious, if compared with the innate Jindan, then nothing is counted.

Jin Dan, who has the opportunity to cultivate the innate powers, can never be overemphasized.

"The two golden dragons, I once swallowed one, so that the old man can advance to the innate, and the rest. I was going to take one of the two brothers, but now they are three It’s been dead for so long.

Fan Haori’s heavy sighs: “Yes, thank you for your uncle’s grandfather”

Swinging slightly. Lu Xin said: "You don't have to be polite, but you have to remember that the innate Jin Dan is not eligible for all people to swallow. The golden Dan I got is the inner Dan who has the water attribute of the beast, so Only when the practitioners of water properties swallow up can they have the opportunity to step into the innate. Otherwise, the drug produced by Jin Dan will not be cited as an arm, but will cause drug conflict and eventually become a poison.

Fan Haori’s face changed slightly and he quickly said, “Yes, there are so many disciples.”

However, his heart is secret, such a good thing, of course, is to stay and take it yourself.

Lu Xinxing is like seeing through his mind. He took a hard breath and said: "I really are still tempted, but you have to remember that if you did not practice until the age of eighty, If you have a peak in the layer, then never touch the golden dragon."

Fan Haori asked quickly? :"why"

"The physique of a person is limited. If you can't reach that standard before the age of eighty, then your physique will slowly age, and it will be difficult to withstand the impact of Jindan's potency, even if it reaches its peak in the future, but It’s impossible for the old body to find support under the impact of the drug: Lu Xin’s look is awe-inspiring, “Do not forget this.”

Fan Hao is hanging down, the kilogram of the road is "yes"

In his heart, he passed a disappointing color, 80 years old, which is not a big age for an innate strongman, but for the average person and ordinary practitioners, this is already one foot has entered The days of the coffin,

However, with his talent, even if he is eighty years old, he may not be able to cultivate to the tenth peak.

Lu Xinwen took out a sheepskin roll from his arms and handed it over to the past. He said: "In this sheepskin roll, the specific location of the cave house is recorded. You can take it. Just be careful. Must be able to find:

Fan Haori carefully took the past and burned the novel network, carefully looked at it and put it in his arms.

Lu Xinwen long sighed: "The cave house that I accidentally entered in the past was built by an unknown predecessor. The internal organs are heavy, far from being able to crack. Fortunately, there are opinions in the quiet room, it seems that the senior I usually live in a place where I live, so I don’t have any institutions. The Jin Dan and my cheats I got are in the quiet room."

Fan Haoyi glimpsed, the subconscious mind: "Why did the predecessor leave these things in the quiet room?"

Lu Xinxin shook his head slightly, and said with a bitter bitterness: "I don't know this. But when I look at the situation in the quiet room, it seems that something important is born, so the predecessor hastily left, but I don't know why. I haven’t come back yet, maybe the predecessor, like me, has fallen into this kind of end.”

Fan Haori looked tight and quickly asked: "Uncle grandfather, your body?"

Lu Xinxin smiled dumbly: "He Yiming's record of the knife has completely cut off the vitality of my body. I pressed the injury and took you here. I have already tried my best. As for the old man. This life is already powerless.

Fan Haori’s face was a glimpse, and tears were already in his eyes. From a certain point of view, the two of them were already suffering from the same illness. Seeing that the old man was about to die, my heart was filled with a strong feeling of dying of rabbits.

The sound of Lu Xin’s pattern is getting lower and lower, saying: “Jin Dan and my cultivation experience are all in Dongfu~www.wuxiaspot.com~you go find them. I will pass on my veins and don’t cut off. .

Fan Haori is very serious, and he has three heads, solemnly saying: "Yes"

Lu Xinxing nodded with satisfaction, his eyes slowly closed, and he whispered in his mouth: "How can his innate temperament be so strong, is he the innate strong when he came out from the mother's womb? Is she the legend? The born innate powerhouse?"

His voice is getting lower and lower, and eventually it is inaudible.

Fan Hao was stunned for a long time. After a long time, he reached out and explored his breath, and then his face gradually distorted.

He once again deducted a few heads, that is, he said to him, and he wanted to say to himself: "Uncle grandfather, you can rest assured. I will certainly avenge you and Fan, the disciple may never be He Yiming is the enemy, but Yuan. He has only one He Yiming. If the disciple is a student, he must first kill Yuan Jia and everyone in Hejia. Stay, I want him to live forever in regret.

His voice rummaged out, and it was decided that it was like a nail that was embedded in the wall and could no longer be wiped out.