On the edge of the cliff, the young man in green robe was silent, thinking carefully.
Xu Bailing is both a teacher and a friend.
But more importantly, she is a good friend who has been with her for a long time, or a "close sister".
When the group of divine generals in the villa saw me, when did they not respectfully call "Young Master"? It's too groveling, so it can never be counted.
The old swordsman Yuyou Congyu did teach him a lot of useful things, but Senior Yu once made it clear that he could never regard him as his "master", not only in words but also in his heart.
Father Ling Pu, or mother Yao Ying, and eight sisters... those are all relatives, definitely not masters.
So after experiencing a memory recall, Ling Zhen shook his head and said honestly, "No, there is no one who can be called 'Master'."
Qiu Jin, who was wearing a white tiger fur, took a sip of the spicy Shaodao Baijiu, "tsk tsk" a few times, grinned with a cheerful smile, and said: "You can't do this, you have to be a master after all. Well, otherwise during the holidays, there won’t even be anyone visiting to give gifts.”
Ling Zhen thought this statement was quite interesting. He guessed that the person named Qiu was probably drunk again, so he smiled and nodded in response.
After a while, Ling Zhen seemed to be bored and asked: "Brother Qiu, you always mentioned to me your master Duanmu Longgu before. What kind of person is he...?"
Qiu Jin thought about it for a while, his smile grew wider, and then he said with a big tongue: "If there is a chance, hiccup... I will take you to meet my master."
Ling Zhen waved his hand casually, dispersing the smell of Qiujin wine, which was a bit eye-catching!
Under the moonlight, a man who was almost thirty years old looked up at the moon in the sky. After a while, he lowered his head again.
Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head and think about...an old friend.
Qiu Jin lowered his voice and said a few words for no reason, "Brother Ling, there are some people you can't meet yet. Still, you have to wait until you kill that evil thief Zai Yang before you can meet him. For example, my master!"
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Wei Jie, a middle-aged man in blue shirt, counted his fingers and subconsciously raised his head to look above. Although it was pitch black, he still reminded him: "Mr. Ying, it's almost dawn."
Ying Chun said "oh" calmly and looked down at the scene in Guixu for a while, "Then let's speed up a little bit."
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The top of the snow-capped mountains.
The sword energy suppressed the wind and snow.
That set of spirit sword moves is the sixth sword in the "Ten Years Sword".
Its name is only two words, simple and without any fancy whitewashing prefixes.
Just call-"Master"!
A sword swept across quickly.
The "Wangfu Stone" that was a thousand feet high exploded directly.
Liu Caicai, who had red hair and green clothes and five claws like aquiline hooks, couldn't even let out a death cry.
In an instant, the soul exploded, and the body was shattered into pieces of flesh.
The dead can no longer die!
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In the mountains, Yunyan Cave.
Ye Yiran was struggling deep in his heart, half-crouching on the ground, holding his head tightly.
After the battle with the voodoo witch Liu Caicai, the spiritual rhino voodoo planted in her body by Qiu Jin had been completely devoured by the "Aracena silkworm voodoo" known as the Overlord Insect.
This means.
Now I am a "free body" in the complete sense.
No matter where he goes, that big bastard named Qiu will never be able to control him!
Walk……
Still not leaving?
This huge entanglement made this Western Region princess from Tianluo Imperial City so confused that she almost went crazy.
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See the Buddha cliff in the west sky.
Ling Zhen, a guest in green robes, encounters Yuan En, who is dressed in white and has a white sword, and calls himself the "Immortal of Poetry, Wine and Swordsman".
The jade robe and long sword are worthy of romance.
Yuan En and Ling Zhen both claimed to be immortals in the world.
The two hit it off immediately and chatted over wine.
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The wine Yuan En brewed was called "Miscellaneous General Farewell", a kind of wine specially made to make monks drunk.
It can also be understood as some kind of "violent poison"!
Looking at the young man in green robe who was so drunk that he lost his mobility after drinking, Yuan En shook his head, took a hangover pill, secretly adjusted his breath, and sneered: "It's still a little tender, boy, you need to be longer when you are reincarnated in the next life." memory."
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After piercing Yuan En's heart orifice, Qiu Jin drew his sword out of the "orifice", bringing out a series of blood flowers, and the ground was scarlet.
Yuan En, whose white clothes were soaked in blood, pressed tightly on the fatal wound in his chest, with unwillingness and despair in his eyes. He staggered and managed to hold on for a while before saying "Your uncle".
Then he fell down completely out of strength and died.
Qiu Jin bent down and picked up the red and white long sword named "Lone Crane" that Yuan En dropped on the ground. After looking at it for a moment, he made a tut-tsk sound, "Why does Lone Crane fly to the west sky?" ? What is the bliss of seeing the Buddha in the Western Heaven? How dare you, a despicable villain like you, pretend to be a fool here? Bah!"
He added another sword and separated the body and head of the "Poetry, Wine and Sword Immortal" Yuan En.
Qiu Jin gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "You dare to poison my good brother? Do you think I can't even lift a sword?!"
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Six of the ten divine swords.
I am not ashamed to be the most famous person in the world. I have three thousand bones, gold ingots, sweet springs, phoenixes, and solitary cranes.
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Fountain of Death.
The golden armored giant that Jinqiu refined with his own soul after his death.
It has been chopped to pieces by Qiu Jin.
Because he "killed" his old friend from previous years with his own hands, Qiu Jin was in a daze and froze in place.
In a dangerous place, surrounded by dangers, even a moment of indolence is destined to pay a heavy price.
There are no less than a hundred exquisitely carved dragon head statues on the four walls.
In an instant, red fire spewed out from the giant dragon's mouth.
This fire is anything but ordinary.
It is the legendary "Jiunai True Fire" that is even more powerful and lethal than Samadhi!
Qiu Jin roared, like a beast trapped in a cage.
His whole body was burned by this burst of "true fire". At this moment, not to mention any magical powers, even the body of the supreme heavenly dragon was no longer of great use.
The red flames that made people feel heart-searing pain seemed to have terrifying magic power that surpassed all others. They could only bear it with physical instinct, and there was no other way.
Not long after, Qiu Jin's naked body was burned to pieces, like a human-shaped charcoal...
The fire is burning!
This is the "prophecy".
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Ling Zhen pulled out two natal swords.
The God of Fire, draws thunder.
He killed the two "Sword Kings" of silver and bronze, and obtained two pairs of top-quality armors, one white and one green.
After putting the two sets of treasure armor into Najie, Ling Zhen thought happily.
If one day, I can really get out of this ghost place.
I must have these two good treasures as gifts to the two divine generals who have made great contributions to protecting the village - the "Divine General" Ji Du, and the "Meat God General" Luo Hu.
Suddenly thinking of Luo Hu's tall and protruding belly, Ling Zhen touched his chin and thought to himself, "Will I not be able to fit into that bronze armor by then?"
After a second thought, he calmly came up with a countermeasure.
At worst, let Rahu lose some weight.
Wouldn't it be nice to wait until the fat man loses weight and becomes more proportionate?
What should I do if I can’t lose weight?
Then cut off his flesh and don't eat meat for three days to ensure that he loses weight!
