Flower Master in the City

The rain front is like an arrow, and it is three feet into the ground.

The blue-blue light is like a flame, and the smell is burning.

Xia Leng remembered the white bone rain waterfall of Kong Qingsong just now, like the rain pear flower needle, and the monk's blue and blue rain is even more horrible, it is simply impossible to prevent, and can only continue to withdraw. And it must be fast, otherwise it will be directly penetrated by the light rain, and then it will be burned without bones.

"Don't escape, you can't escape." Qinglian monk floated in the air, as if he said to himself: "As long as the rain does not stop, the impoverished can always launch this kind of front, and how long can you escape? ?"

Xia Leng slammed away dozens of feet away, barely avoided the monk's light and rain, and won a few seconds, thinking about how to approach each other's body, he has no means of long-range attack.

"Cold donor, then this."

At this time, the little sand rain did not know where to come out, far away to the summer cold things.

Xia Leng explorer picks up and finds that it is actually an umbrella, or a view of the paper umbrella that is more than practical. Not all rain can be covered with an umbrella. However, he did not think that the small sands would come to smother him at this time. Although he was puzzled, he opened the umbrella. At this time, the blue-blue rain of the Qinglian monk also came to the present.

"Hey! Hey!"

The raindrops hit the umbrella surface, and the big beaded beads were like the sound of the jade plate. The strange thing was that the umbrella was not broken.

The kind of blue-blue light that can penetrate the ground three or four feet, can't break this little paper umbrella.

Xia Leng thought in the heart: It seems that this little sand rain is not a simple character, but also has been playing pigs and eating tigers.

"Hey, it's not easy to practice your practice. I didn't want to hurt your life. Unfortunately, you have troubled the barren." Qinglian monk naturally saw the small sand rain coming, and shot a cold light.

"Stop!" The summer cold screamed and flew to the front of the small sand rain, blocking the cold light.

Xia Leng angered the Qinglian monk: "He is still a child!"

"Before him, I am afraid that you are a child!" Qinglian monk said without hesitation: "Where is this little shaman, he is the daughter of the rainy millennium, and staying in this temple is also for the feeding machine. Look for the Confucius family to avenge."

Xiao Sha Mi came to understand: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"The poor help you except Kong, you are not grateful, but here is a hindrance." Qinglian monk looked awkward and suddenly said with some anger: "But, barren has another important thing, can not stay here for a long time, Today, let you open your eyes and let this Feilai Temple become a lake."

After all, Qinglian monk plunged into the sky.

Xia Leng handed Xiaosha Miyu to Ji Jiu and told them: "You will leave Feilai Temple quickly, how far you can run."

"Gongzi, what about you?" Xiao Xiuer said with some concern.

"Of course I go beat that idiot." Summer cold this time temper actually show a hint of the taste of summer, "escape is not my style."

Xiao Xiuer still wants to say something again. Ji Jiuyi holds a small sand, and the other hand directly grabs her wrist and forcibly tows away. Feng Tianling was very well-behaved, and he followed Ji Jiu very well, but before giving it, he gave Xia Leng a delicate and compact bell.

Xia Leng did not think so much, the bell was blocked at the waist, borrowed a force from the rockery, immediately vacated, and the Qinglian monk flew past.

In midair, the Qinglian monk raised his hand and condensed a huge blue-blue ball of light, which is one-third of the flying temple, and it is still expanding.

"Vatican Qinglian, eat me a punch!" Xia Leng rushed to the sky, angered.

Qinglian monk's scorpion is full of disdain, faintly said: "Individual martial arts, in front of the magical magic, is only a small insect. And the magical magic, in front of the heavenly magic weapon, but the phoenix glow, since you want If you are comparing with barrenness, then try if you can take this light."

"Go!" Qinglian monk slammed the huge ball of light with his hands up in the cold.

Xia Leng did not evade, and pinched his fist into the ball of light. The endless blue and blue rays mixed with countless raindrops, and instantly penetrated his body, wearing it in his internal organs and limbs. .

There is such a moment, Xia Leng feels like he is really broken by the corpse, every inch of skin is penetrated by the light, every drop of rain has also penetrated his skin.

However, Xia Leng did not die, nor did he stop moving forward.

His fist is still holding, and his body is still rushing upwards.

"Give me down!"

Xia Leng still rushed out of the blue-blue ball of light, and went straight to the eyes of the Qinglian monk. In his incomparably gaze, he punched the past and slammed into his face!

Qinglian monk is like an arrow, crashing into several attices and slamming into the ground.

The blue-blue light ball in the air also blasted openly, emitting a dazzling glare, brightening the night glow of Beiyun County, and countless people who were already asleep were awakened by the white light, and got up and watched the window. I don't know what happened.

After a few seconds, the summer cold fell back to the ground, and the feet were soft when it touched the ground, and the whole person fell to the ground.

The blue-green lights just did damage to him. He now feels that all the internal organs are burning. Dantian gas seems to have been broken. The aura in the body can’t be hidden, and it’s constantly out. It looks like his. The repair seems to be abolished.

"Okay, you are very good." Among the ruins of the rubble, the Qinglian monk climbed out, and there was no smile on his face. He also lost his leisurely temperament, leaving only the expression of anger and anger: "Because of the poor self-study, it has never been You have not been so insulted, you are the first and the last!"

"That can only show that you have been beaten by society before. I am helping you with a lesson. I have to pay for tuition." Xia Leng can't move on the ground, but his mouth has become more and more interesting. The image of the words is slightly contrasted.

Qinglian monk angered and laughed, and took a cup of Guanghua’s sword from the void: “This sword is called the Seven-foot God, it is my sword in the Alliance of Immortals. It is a perfect weapon, you You can die in this sword, and you are lucky in your life. No, you are lucky in this life, because after being killed by this sword, you will not enter the reincarnation, but also destroy the past life, and your soul will be imprisoned in the **** of this sword. In the light, eternal life is tortured forever and cannot be released."

Said, Qinglian monk slowly walked in front of the summer cold, raised his sword against his chest, murmured: "The poor have appreciated you very much, I want to give you a chance to enter the Xiuxian Alliance, but unfortunately you do not know how to lift, I still want to fight against me."

“Remove?” Xia Lenghe chuckled. “Let’s come here, I’m afraid that you’re not a good idea. Do you think others are as stupid as you?”

"Oh, it's a pity." Qinglian monk does appreciate the summer cold very much. Both his qualifications and his heart are excellent. His original purpose is to bring Xia Leng to the Xiuxian Alliance and then use it as a spare body for his own robbery. It’s a pity that this person’s free will is too strong, and he has no intention of staying with him.

"It's a pity that your sister, you are a pity, your family is a pity." At this time, a woman's snoring suddenly sounded on the side, from time to time mixed with swearing.

Qinglian monk was puzzled and could not help but follow the sound, but he saw a circle of light not far from his side. From a moment, he came out from the inside, a woman wearing a purple long skirt and a beautiful face, but full of anger. .

When the purple skirt woman appeared on the scene, she took out a long whip and took it on the face of the Qinglian monk.

"Snapped!"

The Qinglian monk found that he could not dodge. He could only smash the whip, and the whole face was almost shattered. Before he could react, he smashed hundreds of whip. .

"Well, charm, don't play." In the aperture, she came out with a more beautiful woman. Her attitude is still calm and calm. She lifted up the summer cold and fed him some pills. He asked with concern: "Are you OK."

Xia Leng is a bit strange: "Mu, the charm is awkward, how come you come over?"

These two women are naturally Mu Xi and Charm.

"The fate of your body is sending out a warning, of course we have to come." Mu Yan observed a summer cold, slightly frowning: "Dan Tianqihai is somewhat damaged, it seems that it needs to be well healed, and I will return to Yuxian Zong bar."

When the charm child heard the summer cold Dantian gas damage, it was even more angry, and the whip in his hand became more and more fierce.

"Go back again?" Xia Leng could not help but turn a blind eye. "Mu, go back, I am going seven out and seven out. I don't really have anything, I won't go back."

Mu Hao asked: "When is the fairy island?"

"That can't go back." Xia cold shook his head.

Mu Hao said with some distress: "We are too worried, you are still small, let you go out alone, if your mother knows you, don't feel bad."

"She is distressed and distressed, but she will still let me go out." Xia Leng knows the characteristics of his mother. "Summer and cold son, how could it be so useless."

Mu Hao saw the unique reluctance of summer from Xia Leng, knowing that it was useless to force him, but he still couldn’t help but ask: "You really don't go back?"

Xia Leng shook his head firmly.

"Forget it, follow you." Mu Xi took out some medicinal herbs and spirit liquid, and packed them in bags: "These are wound medicines and elixir. If you eat them for a while, you will basically be fine."

"Thank you for your help." Xia Leng recovered some strength, sat up and took the bag.

Mu Hao was quite pleased and said: "You don't thank you for being charming, beware that she is angry."

"Thank you for the charm of the child." Xia Leng and the charm of the anger in the anger, thanked and said: "However, charm, you don't hit, and then hit him into a mud."

The charmer hated the whip, and the Qinglian monk, who had no anger, said: "It's cheaper."

"Mu 晗, 魅儿姨, this monk is not simple, is the person who cultivates the immortal alliance." Xia Leng whispered Xiao Mu and the charm child whispered.

Charm children heard the "Niu Xian Alliance" four, could not help but face a big change.

Mu Yimei peaked, immediately raised his hand to pop a few cold light, the Qinglian monk was sealed.