Chapter one hundred and three Misunderstanding
() "This buddy is very powerful. He fights against three undead creatures by himself, and he is adept at it. I don’t know what kind of practitioner he is." The words are said.
At this time, Su Xiaobai seems to have noticed three people, glanced coldly, with a snort of light, and continued to fight with two undead.
"Daoyou, can I help you?" Chatter shouted loudly.
Su Xiaobai chopped off an immortal creature with a sword and said coldly, "You don’t need to mind your own business." Say and meet up again, and the golden sword will cut off the tip of the iceberg.
"Hey, it’s quite personal." Chatter touched his chin, hey hey say with smile.
The golden sword fern is like a dragon, cutting an immortal creature in the middle, and the black blood splashes, but it can’t get its hands on Su Xiaobai in white. Su Xiaobai moves as fast as lightning, and another immortal flies with a sword. With a long sword, she grabs the glittering flying sword and throws it into the bag of Gankun.
"Hey!"
Undead ferocious roar, lost the fly sword, undead bared his teeth to Sue small white.
"Nine swords, broken!" Su Xiaobai raised one finger, and the golden sword light scored the head of the undead. Even the undead lost its vitality and fell to the ground at the moment.
Zhuge was surprised when he didn’t light up. These undead are all equivalent to the cultivation of dazzling photos. Su Xiaobai actually single-handedly crushed three undead of the same realm, which was really horrible.
Stuttering and stuttering are also very shocking. Both of them are also practicing in the dazzling period. In their view, they are really sure to kill three undead creatures of the same realm, but they must never underestimate Su Xiaobai.
Su Xiaobai took out a piece of white cloth and wiped his sword of love, without looking at Zhuge from beginning to end.
"Friendly for, which door which pie is it? Who is the first name? I think Taoist friends are predestined friends with my Buddha. How about joining our Daluo Temple? " Chatter began to play mouth kung fu again.
Zhuge took a sullen look at the words. How can this guy be like this with everyone?
"Are you practitioners of Daluo Temple?" Su Xiaobai glanced at his stuttering and stuttering, and grunted coldly, "I’m a casual practitioner. What I don’t like most is you so-called famous practitioners, and I won’t join you."
As soon as this statement came out, the face of stuttering and stuttering was not very good.
At this time, Su Xiaobai suddenly noticed that Zhuge was not bright, looked at the ferocious ghost mask for a moment, and said lightly, "You are Xuefeihua, and even after you are famous and big, you are mixed with such inferior people. Hum, ridiculous!"
Say, Su Xiaobai royal sword, don’t look at three people, toward the sky.
He stammered, "Brother Zhuge, I … I told you, you … you will definitely … get into trouble if you wear this mask."
"No way, I just need to believe that I am a very pure person." Zhuge not bright shrugged his shoulders.
Looking at the direction that Su Xiaobai left, he suddenly said, "The direction that the man went seems to be the death zone."
A few people smell speech is a shock, three people look at one another, to recover in the direction of Su Xiaobai leave. The dead zone is undoubtedly the forbidden zone of this underground world. Zhuge does not know clearly that the dead zone is the lost city of God and the mysterious black tower.
Zhuge Liang had a hunch that the so-called Mount Fengman God’s hidden place must be in the mysterious black tower.
Three days later, the three men finally came to the so-called dead zone. From a distance, it was black, and Fiona Fang was all shrouded in a piece of ink within a hundred miles. Around this dead zone, a large number of practitioners from Kyushu gathered and wandered around the dead zone.
Zhuge was not bright, and the arrival of three people, who stuttered and stuttered, immediately attracted the attention of other practitioners, and many people cast a surprised look at him. Zhuge Buliang was the first time to see so many practitioners gathered together, and he was somewhat startled.
"Xuefeihua, it’s that rogue. How dare he come here!"
"Those two people seem to be practitioners of Daluo Temple. How can they get mixed up with the rogue Xuefeihua?"
"Shit, two flower monks!"
Listening to the buzz around me, I stammered and looked at each other, but I couldn’t help laughing bitterly. The stuttering whispered, "Brother Zhuge, I told you not to wear this stupid thing. Look, it’s causing trouble."
While speaking, two practitioners dressed in monk robes came up. Their costumes and stuttering were similar to those of stuttering. One of the middle-aged men took a dim look at Zhuge and snorted lightly, saying, "Where have you been?"
Stuttering said, "We … we … accidentally … met no … no … no … no …"
"You shut up! Talk, you say! " Middle-aged monk heavy drink a way, listen to stutter too much breath, can put people alive.
Chatter walked over and said, "Oh, brother Hua Fei, it’s like this. We accidentally met some undead on the way and got separated from several other disciples. Fortunately, God never shuts one door but he opens another. My stammer and I have gone through many difficulties and overcome many difficulties. Finally, we came here to meet several senior brothers. How are the senior brothers? I wonder if you’re hurt. I stammer and … "
"You also shut up!" The middle-aged monk known as Hua Fei has a black face and a black line on his forehead. If he doesn’t stop it, it is estimated that it will be dark.
Hua Fei took a dim look at Zhuge and asked, "Why are you walking with this man?"
The chatterbox quickly said, "Here’s the thing …"
"Don’t talk, stutter, you say!" Hua Fei refers to the next to the stammer.
Stuttering and coughing twice, he said, "The thing is … it’s … it’s like this … I … I … we … we …"
"Well, I won’t ask." Hua Fei with the wave, a face of helpless.
Zhuge stood by with a wry smile before dawn, stuttering and stuttering. These two people are simply a pair of stooges. It is undoubtedly a kind of torture to talk with them. One is speechless and the other is talkative, and nothing useful has been said for a long time.
"Several senior brothers are waiting for you. You two come with me." Hua Fei coldly dismissed, turned and walked towards the nearby.
Chatter whispered, "Brother Zhuge, let’s go over first and come back to you later." Say and two people leave with Hua Fei.
Zhuge Liang looked around, only to see that the practitioners of various schools cast unfriendly eyes. Zhuge Liang was too lazy to pay attention to them and looked at the dead zone not far away.
Transpiration of black gas enveloped an area in front, just like hell, from time to time came the voice of the brotherhood of the Wolf.
At this moment, Zhuge Liang saw an acquaintance not far away. It was Su Xiaobai and the old Taoist priest who didn’t know which one to teach, Yangzi Qing. In addition to them, there are several practitioners, who are separated from the practitioners of various schools by a certain distance, and should all be scattered practitioners.
"Xuefeihua, you are not dead!" A charming shout came, and a Tsing Yi woman and several young people came up. This Tsing Yi woman was impressively Qing Er, the repairman of Feixianmen, who came after Xuefeihua a few days ago.
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Chapter one hundred and three A murder case caused by a mask
() "Xuefeihua, you sly generation, how dare you blow up this girl!" Qing Er came up with several young people, irate way …
"Sister Qing Er, is he the slut who molested you the other day?" A young man please follow behind Qing Er and cast an unfriendly look at Zhuge Buliang.
Qing Er nodded and said, "That’s him, the rogue who is punished by everyone in the cultivation of immortals!"
At this time, several practitioners came up and shouted, "It turns out that he is Xuefeihua, and he dares to come here brazenly. Today, he can never be forgiven!"