Peerless Divine Emperor

Chapter 191, Grace?

I saw the important figures of the dark feather halls such as He Zhizhang and Mo Yunxie. Listening to the words in their mouths, everyone was a little bit fascinated at a time.

They naturally know the change of the War God House ten years ago.

The little **** of war fell and was driven out of the war god, and no one knew his whereabouts.

But they did not think that this one seems to be a bit vicissitudes in front of him, and the martial arts practitioners who are only four-somethings of the martial arts are actually the smashing clouds of that year, the little **** of war that shocked the eight parties.

"No wonder I always think he is so familiar, it turns out..."

Jia Zhen suddenly realized.

During the time, the rest of the people also cast awe the look of Jing Yufeng.

Even though Jing Yufeng did not have the courage of the same year, even though the scenery of the Royal Tigers fell to Pingyang, but every time I thought of the glorious feats of Jing Yufeng, I still couldn’t help but think of the various names of Jing Yufeng. It has a tribute to it.

As for the people in Hongye Town, it is even more shocking to the chin.

Although the Emperor of the High Mountain is far away, as a member of the Warring States, they naturally heard the names of the Little God of War and the First Military General, but they never dreamed of dreaming. In those years, the legendary character has been living in it. Hongye Town, live by them.

At this moment, they finally understood why Jing Yunyi would be so bad.

Why are so many forces flocking here today?

Because of the blood, the blood of the God of War.

As everyone knows, in the battle of the country, in addition to the power of the royal family, the War God House, which is second only to the royal family, is the existence of one person.

The four main gates are also a small hairy child in front of the God of War.

People from the dark feather halls such as He Zhizhang and Mo Yunxie fell into the Jingjia main courtyard, and then looked at Jing Yufeng with a arrogant look.

"Jing Yu Feng, I haven't seen you for so many years, you shouldn't even know me?"

Mo Yunxiao smiled coldly.

Look at the eyes of Jing Yufeng, just like watching an ant.

Indeed, for the current Mo Yunxie, Jing Yufeng has turned into a cockroach ant, an ant ant that can be pinched to death.

When I saw this person, the face of Jing Yufeng suddenly solidified. He stood up and blocked Jingyun’s body behind him. Then he said to Mo Yunxie: “Mo Yunxie, these years I’m watching the wind with you. Water does not make river water, but now you are killing me, what is this?"

"what for?"

Mo Yunxiao smiled even colder: "Would you like to blame the grandson behind you? If you honestly be a mediocre country boy for a lifetime, no one will care about your jumping clowns, but you are not keeping this." Minute."

During the speech, Mo Yunxie’s look was blown in Jing Yun’s body: “Hey, it’s really an extraordinary kid, even with the eight-fold cultivation of the martial arts, the black wind of the six spirits of the spirit is wounded. However, it is quite the style of your year, hahahaha."

"How is my grandson? What is the relationship with your dark feather hall? Is it because he told you to smash the roots?"

Jing Yufeng’s eyes were cold and cold, especially when Mo Yun’s eyes noticed Jing Yun’s eyes, his heart was shaking.

"The four words are very good." Mo Yun evil smiled: "However, not everyone told me to kill you, but I see you are not good. How did you be arrogant in the past, how were you in those years? I’m so excited, how old you were in front of me?”

"What? Is it in front of me, like a dead dog?"

Mo Yunxie is extremely humiliating.

Jing Yufeng was not angry because of this. He only thought about how to protect Jing Yunzhen. He said: "Since you hate me so much, take me one's life, kill me, I won't even blink my eyes. But the rest of my family is innocent, and you have to move them with a hair."

Mo Yunxie shook his head: "Jing Yufeng, I didn't expect your martial arts to be greatly reduced, even the thoughts became so naive. I killed you, but left the rest, this is not to give me dark feathers. Does the temple leave a scourge? Especially the kid behind you, do you think you can protect him if you want to protect him? Do you think you were the little **** of war that once covered the sky?"

"Wake up, old chop."

Listening to the voice of Mo Yunxie, all the family members were amazed by a burst of face.

The strength of this Mo Yunxie is higher than that of all people here, at least in the spirit of the Eight Diagrams, and after the Mo Yunxie, the elders of the elders to the chapter, at least in the spirit of the six peaks, such a lineup, can It is not something that the family can shake.

What's more, the rest of the Dark Feather Hall are all spiritual warriors. Once they move their hands, Jingjia is probably dying.

The scenery of the royal wind is ugly to the extreme.

The entire Jing family once again stood on the tip of the knife, and a careless blood flowed into a river.

"My gangster, what are you doing so far?"

At this time, above the sky, there is another sword eagle.

It is not known how many sword eagle appeared, so when this sword eagle appeared, everyone present was already eccentric.

At the same time as the appearance of the sword eagle, the voice of an old woman who is still old is also ringing around.

Hearing this voice, everyone is confusing, thinking which big person is this comer? Moreover, who is this old woman’s gangster? Will it be another person in the opposite camp of Jingyun?

Only one person is happy.

This person is Mu Shi poetry.

Hearing the voice, seeing the sword eagle, Mu Shishi immediately stood up with joy and said to the old woman on the sword eagle: "The teacher respects, the disciples are difficult, and the teacher is willing to help."

"What? Who dares to move me to Fengshuige's main printing red 缨 ,, is it impatient to live?"

The old woman’s voice sounded again. At the same time as the sound of the sound, a 56-year-old wrinkled and gray hair, but it looked like a tiger, and the old woman plunged from the sword eagle. , appeared in front of Mu Shi poetry.

"Gangster, you are fine."

The red-and-white singer immediately and nervously looked at the poems of Mu Shi, a pair of fears in his mouth, holding the feeling of flying in the palm of his hand.

"Master, it’s okay, but the friend of the disciples was seriously injured."

Mu Shishi seems to be very clear about the temperament of the red dragonfly, and the expression is very unpleasant.

"Is it? My friend of the disciples, that is my friend who printed the red dragonfly. Who is so bold?"

At this time, the red dragonfly turned around and looked at the rest of the people around.

When he saw a familiar face around him, he suddenly became surprised: "How are you so old ghosts today, all come to this small village to come to the retreat?"

In this way, the eyes of the printed red dragonfly suddenly fell on the body of Jing Yufeng. It was just a glance. The color of the printed red dragonfly suddenly changed, and then the audience was excited to see the scenery: "Wang?"