Martial God

"Uncle Shu, the disciple, this disciple has nothing to do with the disciple. It is absolutely irrelevant..."

A roar like a pig-like screams, Li Dongrong squats and faces Zhang Zhongyi. Although he is already more than sixty years old, he is an eight-layer cultivator with internal strength. Although he is like a glutinous rice, there is no danger of falling apart.

Zhang Zhongyi’s brow wrinkled and said: “Singing.”

It seems that it was cut by the sharp edge. The noise from Li Dongrong’s mouth suddenly disappeared, leaving only his heavy gasp, and the voices of the door-to-door friends and family members behind him.

Being able to come here with Li Dongrong, it is naturally impossible to be a family member, but a person who can get a countertop in this area.

The Golden Campaign shook his head slightly and said: "He brother, let you see a joke."

He Yiming's daylight turned on Li Dongrong's face. At this time his face is already! It is better to visit, and his eyes are full of horror. It is obvious that he is very clear. If Zhang Zhongkai and the gold battle are really suspected. On his body, there is no need for them to shoot at all. As long as the elite disciples of these Lingbi Halls come out, it is enough to make him full of decisions -

And there are hundreds of elite disciples here. If you really want to move your hands, you can't escape without a family.

Gently sighed a sigh, He Yiming said: "Golden brother, I see this matter. It should have nothing to do with him.

The Golden Campaign did not hesitate: "Of course it has nothing to do with him." He Yiming was slightly stunned, and he saved his eyes, not knowing that he was more sure than himself. "Zhang Shixiong, I have just seen it, it should be the assassin of Huangquanmen." Jin battle Shen: said.

Zhang Zhongkai’s face flashed a trace of anger, and he snorted. “It’s Huang Quanmen, how can they die?”

He Yiming was keenly present. When he mentioned Huang Quanmen, his eyes were angry, but he also had a hint of helplessness.

In the center of the backyard, the smoke of the group was still floating, and it was not known what the thick smoke was made of. It was so fixed that there was no sign of scattering in the center shed of the Year of the Horse.

He shook his brow and wrinkled. He put out a hand and gently clicked it. A faint wind flew out of his hand. This hurricane is like a magnetic pole, constantly attracting. More fellow forces are gathering here.

It was only a moment of hard work, and a very strong wind followed the heart of He Yiming and blew the strange yellow mist.

Soon, these fogs were blown to the sky by the wind, and they were getting higher and higher, and eventually they were blown away by the natural wind in the sky, completely disappearing.

I saw this as a magical scene, let alone Li Dongrong and others, even the cultivators of the Lingbi Hall are shocked and admired.

The Golden Campaign suddenly sighed and said: "He brother, it is a pity that your understanding and mastery of the power of the wind has reached such a level."

He Yiming shook his head slightly, and he understood the meaning of the other party.

It must have been seen in the Battle of Kings that he did not intend to use one of the three forces of the Wind Flower.

Zhang Zhongkai’s big sleeve waved, “Liang Dongrong, doing things has nothing to do with you, hurry to arrange for people to be good.”

The color of despair on Li Dongrong’s face was swept away. The body that had almost collapsed just now seemed to be full of strength.

Shi Shuzu Yingming, please let the old banquet feast, the disciples will send someone to deal with.

Since this happened today, of course, it is impossible to get on the road.

Returning to the hall in the middle of the government, He Yiming sat down separately. Although Li Dongrong was not put in their eyes, he was the landlord after all, even if it was the work of drinking tea, there must be people.

However, let Li Dongrong, the owner of this family, be hands-on, fearing that there are very few coffees.

‘Golden brother, you said that the assassin is the 7 of Huangquanmen’s.” He Yiming asked when he opened the door.

"Yes, this person's shot, dress, and martial arts characteristics are indeed out of Huangquanmen." The Golden Battle calmly said: "This person came against Kim, but let his brother take the sin."

He Yiming shook his head, but his eyes were full of doubts. The position of the Golden Battle in the Hall of the Ghosts is widely used in the position of the Lingbi Hall in the Qing Dynasty. There are still people who dare to swear. This Huangquan Gate is definitely a small one.

Zhang Zhongyu indulged in the film 2·I, “He brother, this time Huang Quanmen’s assault was lost. Anyway, Jin Shidi’s ranking on the Huangquan list is not a day or two, but no one can win this reward. But this time The thorns are seen by you, so I am afraid that they will be angered by people. If it causes trouble for you, we will not go too far.

He Yiming proudly smiled, said: Zhang brother cares more, a little junior, if you want to die, then come. ”

His words are full of strong self-confidence. Although the black man who is the only one has unique features in concealing and practicing stabbing, He Yiming is not only smart and alert. There is also a ghost that is hidden in the dark. And it is easy to be assassinated.

Zhang Zhongying brows slightly wrinkled. Road: "He brother. Everything is careful to be on" -

Yan Yiming nodded and said that he understood. Then he asked: "Zhang Xiong, what is the origin of Huangquanmen? What is Huangquanbang?"

Regardless of whether He Yiming puts it in his heart, it is not a bad thing to know more about it.

Zhang Zhongyu condensed his eyebrows: "The origin of Huang Quanmen is mysterious. It has been nearly a thousand years since the rise of Da Shen. The members of the Central Committee have been famous killers of Da Shen. It is said that half of the top 10 killers in Da Shen are born. In Huangquanmen. As for Huangquanbang, it is a reward list. The more rewards are available to those who are ahead of the competition, the world's assassins can accept the task above the reward list. But those who can be on the list are not general."

He Yiming nodded his head, and this is natural. If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that I will not be qualified for the list.

Zhang Zhongkai sighed and continued: "Golden Master, he has challenged the world for decades. There will be countless masters in various sects. When the martial arts advances, there are countless enemies. They want to avenge the Golden Master. Zhang Ran is not able to grasp the power, so he has to spend money to reward, the result of the rewards more and more, more than a decade ago is already the first person above the Huang Quanbang. There have been countless lives in the election for more than ten years. The assassins came to stab, but they all came and went. I have never dared to do it any more in recent years, but I don’t want to see an assassin again this time, and it happened to be hit by the brothers. It’s really...-'-

He shook his head and his words were full of helplessness.

He Yiming laughed and said: "Zhang Xiong, but it is a martial art that cultivates an assassin. Nothing is big..." His voice suddenly stagnate and his face is slightly discolored.

Just in this Ge, He Yiming finally remembered.

When he saw the corpse of the anonymous assassin, he always felt like he had met before, but he couldn’t think of it for a while, but after hearing the origin of Huang Quanmen, his mind had flashed a figure.

Sima Yin, who had stabbed him in the mountains in the past, but eventually died in his hands, the mysterious assassin, and even a bit like it.

This is not to say that the faces of the two are similar, but the temperament and feeling.

When I think of these two different people, He Yiming has the feeling of being like a person.

He can almost immediately confirm that Sima Yin is from Huangquanmen.

"He brother, what's wrong with you?" asked the golden battle.

He Yiming’s smile, said: “Nothing, Jin Xiong, Huang Quanmen, why is this power in the northwest even unknown?”

Although he knows that He Yiming is sure to have something to do with each other, the two men in the Golden Campaign are not pursued. He just shook his head and said: "He brother, we are not very clear about this point, but in the past thousand years, the sphere of influence of Huang Quanmen has never left the East, whether it is the north-south border, the northwestern mountains." The House of the Great States of the West. They have never been involved in it. It is also very normal to be obscured in the northwest."

He Yiming flashed a * doubt in his eyes, he said: "They really have never left Da Shen?"

"That is nature." Zhang Zhongyu took over and said: "In this small town, it is the scope of the extreme activities of Huangquanmen. If it really enters the northwest region, then even if he succeeds in assassination, it will not Get the slightest reward, but it will be cleaned."

"Cleaning?" He Yiming's double-browed light Yang, said: "Zhang Xiong, if Huang Quandouzhong took a private job, can he come to the northwest privately."

"It is impossible." Zhang Zhongyi vetoed, "The rules that Huang Quanmen has left for more than a thousand years are a friendship, unless someone violates the rules he has set, and Huang Quanmen personally sends people to pursue it. Otherwise, there will never be such a thing."

Speaking of this, Zhang Zhongkai seems to think of something like it, laughing: "In these hundreds of years, almost every few years, some people will become the list of Huangquan and try their best to escape Dashen, go to the north and south, northwest The mountains, even the East Sea and the Western countries. As long as they can safely walk out of the territory of Da Shen, their lives can be preserved, and there is no need to worry about the killer of Huang Quanmen."

He Yiming’s heart was full of thoughts and thoughts. He asked in a deep voice: “No exceptions”

"No...-" - Zhang Zhongyi hesitated ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ added, "At least as far as the old man knows, there should be no. ”

He Yiming nodded silently, but his heart was more suspicious. Since the killer of Huang Quanmen would not leave Dashen, then where did Sima Yin come from?

He is convinced of his feelings, and Sima Yin is definitely born under the Huangquan Gate. This is beyond doubt.

After a while, someone came up to report the loss today. Surprisingly, there was no toxicity in the yellow smoke, but it only played a role in eye-shading.

Zhang Zhongkai and others naturally were overjoyed. They cheated a bit. The people re-entered the road after two hours.

Until the grandfather was sent away, Li Dongrong erased the cold sweat on his head. Although his heart hated the killer of Huang Quanmen, he knew that his strength was not good, and he did not even have the guts to blame...

Pa: The last 30 hours or so. "Looking at the double monthly ticket activity will be over. Which big brother and big sister, the uncle and the big man have the bottom of the monthly ticket, please vote at the last chance.