Flower Master in the City

Ren Zhangjiao seemed to have been expecting it. The sleeve robe with strong wind pushed Zhuo Yuanfan away, and then looked at the person with cold eyes: "This Daoist, what do you want to do?" "Of course, kill him "The coming person was full of anger, and his two eyebrows were tightly screwed together. His eyes were murderous. "My father and second uncle died in that big disaster, since he is a descendant of that person. , Killing him for revenge?

question? "

"The grievances have the debts and the principals. The Daoist wants to avenge his feelings. He just understands them, but you have found the wrong person." His emotions.

The man was not young, his hair was white, and the whole person looked like an irritated white-haired lion, hissing and shouting: "Ren Lao Dao, you come here less! If you dare to stop me from taking revenge, I will kill you all together "" Since the poor Dao let Zhuo Xiaoyou testify, he naturally wants to save his life." Ren Zhangjiao faced this man's violent killing intention, and did not have any intention of retreating. "And the things in those days were actually foggy and poor. Tao today is to reveal the truth of the year

, Let you all know who the real enemy is! "On the basis of the people you are looking for, who are not the first-hand witnesses of the past, how dare you tell the truth? "The white-haired old man stared coldly at Ren Zhangjiao, "I think you just want to use their mouth to mislead us, and then use this to clear your Chongyang Palace

Suspect. "

Ren Zhangjiao smiled faintly, and didn’t take this person’s words seriously: “Did this Taoist friend not hear clearly, Zhuo Xiaoyou said just now that the matter was indeed related to the Chongyang Palace, and this poor way did not deny it, How can you say that?"

The white-haired old man was suddenly dumb and had to say: "Then he is also my enemy after waiting for the enemy, not killing him will dispel my hatred!" "To kill me, you have the opportunity, why don't you let me finish talking?" Zhuo Yuanfan I was a little bit courageous, and was not intimidated by the spirit of the white-haired old man. Instead, he said sarcastically: "Or are you afraid of the truth I have said?

"

"Fart! Your little hairy child knows the truth about a fart!" The white-haired old man glared at Zhuo Yuanfan and said disdainfully.

Zhuo Yuanfan said lightly: "Is it the truth? After I hear it, I will leave it to everyone to judge. But you will not let me say anything, and you want to kill me, who knows if you are afraid of something."

It makes some sense to say this, and many of the casual practitioners present felt that the white-haired old man had gone too far. After all, the predecessor Xiu Xian, who was hurt, was dead, and he was not guilty of his family, not to mention that it was an old complaint more than 100 years ago.

"Okay, the old man listens to what flowers you can tell!" The old man with white hair couldn't see what he wanted, so he had to bear his anger and turned back to his seat.

However, the old man with white hair was dying, and the monk Haida and Zhao Xiangu had different opinions.

Monk Haida directly questioned: "Ren Zhangjiao, these people you have invited have never witnessed the events of that year. Why should they believe that they are telling the truth?"

"That is, who knows if it is your plan in advance." Zhao Xiangu speculated maliciously. Ren Zhangjiao smiled indifferently and said sincerely: "Although they did not experience the events of the year, they are somewhat related to the people of the year, and they also have the seals and exhibits left by those people. ...And, wait for them

After that, if you still don’t believe it, you can still ask an expert to testify. "

"Is there another expert?" Monk Haida laughed and said, "Ren Zhangjiao, you have been in retreat for thirty years, and you have met so many experts as soon as you came out.

Zhao Xiangu was also very unbelievable: "Since there is an expert, it is enough to invite this so-called expert directly out, and also waste time to listen to what these people say."

"This is the request of the master." Ren Zhangjiao said with a blank expression: "Listen to it, it will not hinder anything, why do you resist so?"

Several of the freelance representatives present could not help but exchanged their eyes, and finally the monk Haida made a concession: "Okay, then let's see what the **** you are doing."

Ren Zhangjiao didn’t mind the hook left in the monk’s words, and said lightly to Zhuo Yuanfan and others, “You continue, don’t be afraid, this is the Chongyang Palace. No one will hurt your life."

The old man with white hair snorted coldly, knowing that Ren Zhangjiao was talking about him, and he became more upset. "My uncle ancestor, Zhuo Yuqing, was actually less than forty years old at that time, and had just taken over as the master of the Sacred Hand Gate. The cultivation base had reached the gas refining period and was only one step away from the foundation." Zhuo Yuanfan slowly talked about his uncle’s life. He spoke clearly and did not succumb. Both the inside and outside of the hall heard clearly: "At that time, he thought of countless methods and could not break through cultivation. For. It was at this time that he got an ancient from the ancient tomb near Wugong Mountain

In order to discuss the authenticity of the exercises, he came to Zhongnan Mountain and found the real teacher Chen Ruyi at that time. The two discussed for three days and nights and finally decided to try it. "

"It's all nonsense, half a sentence, we don't have time to listen to you talking about that person's life here." Zhao Xiangu couldn't hold back the anger and scolded: "Either talk about the topic directly, don't say it, everyone's time is not For you to waste." Zhuo Yuanfan could not help but looked up at the expression of Ren Zhangjiao, but saw the other party just waved his hand indifferently, and then went straight to the topic: "An ancient skill that recorded a secret technique of breaking through the realm" , As long as it is used in conjunction with Spirit Vessel and Formation

Can improve the cultivation of hundreds of people in a short time. At that time, the country's mountains and rivers were broken, which was the occasion of employment. My uncle wanted to persuade all major schools to get them to accept this practice and pass it on to all disciples to practice, but was rejected. "

At that time, the practices of the major schools were also understandable. After all, the guarding heart is indispensable. Who knows if the suddenly emerged practice is true or false, and in case of any drawbacks, the inheritance of the schools of faction is a disaster. "Under disappointment, my uncle decided to secretly carry out his plan, and then, in the name of the Chongyang Palace, summon the world to repair and gather in Zhongnan Mountain." Zhuo Yuanfan said more and more freely, and his tone gradually became contagious: "At the same time he also adopted the war

Orphans, intending to train them to practice that practice, this is how they now feel at ease. "

"Damn, the nonsense is over!" The old man with white hair seemed to be fascinated by the crowd, and couldn't help but couldn't help but wake up the people loudly: "There are thousands of reasons for saying that these are fart. I can’t escape the crime of brutal murder!"

"Chang Qingshan, what are you doing so anxiously." At this time, Mr. Qiu Dao, who was at ease, called out the name of the old white-haired old man with a smile, "After listening slowly to Zhuo Xiaoyou, it will soon be the topic. ."

"Humph!" The old man with white hair did not expect that he was recognized, and he looked at Qiu Jiji and Ren Zhangjiao suspiciously, thinking secretly. Zhuo Yuanfan also speeded up the progress, omitting some of the ramifications: "... That day, it was actually years after Uncle Zhuo was in Zhongnanshan. Both he and Chen Zhangjiao felt the time was ripe, so they held a hidden meeting. Fairy Assembly, decided to the day

Some of the individual practitioners made that practice public, and everyone practiced it together, and then went to save the country and the people after the success. "Unexpectedly, there was an accident that night. The disciples who were adopted by his uncle were instigated to poison him, and then attacked him with a few casual repairers." "When Zhuo Yuanfan said these words, his face suddenly became expressionless and his tone shrivelled: "When

However, my uncle was not a kind person. At that time, he cultivated to the highest level, and the war would naturally become a slaughter, which led to the great disaster of the Immortal Realm. "

"It's finished?" The old man with white hair sneered. "It's really better than singing. It's nothing more than washing the ground for Zhuo Yuqing and leaving the Chongyang Palace at the same time. Unfortunately, these words don't believe the old man half a word!"　　Ha ha, his disciples were instigated, he was killed because of a sneak attack?" The monk Haida also smiled angrily, clapping and said: "Wash well, wash so well, then this Zhuo Xiaoyou said by the way Say who instigated his disciples and attacked him a few

Who is Wei Sanxiu? "Zuo Yuanfan was not afraid of these people's cynicism and said lightly: "During the raid on him, there was Chang Changshan's father Chang Wanlong, uncle Chang Wanhu... and your master Huai, a monk. Master Zen, and this Zhao Xiangu’s

..."

"Fart! Dare to scorn the old man's father and uncle, let me die!" The white-haired old man was furious again, squeezing his fists and rushed to Zhuo Yuanfan's front, and punched hard into Zhuo Yuanfan's chest. .

"Boom!"

I don't know why Ren Zhangjiao did not rescue in time this time, and Zhuo Yuanfan did not dodge. He even received the punch directly, and then the seven tricks bleed and fell to the ground.

Ren Zhangjiao said to Shen Rushui, coldly said: "Chang Daoyou, killing people in my Chongyang Palace, is it soon?"

"It's just a waste, kill it and kill it." The old man with white hair looked directly at Ren Zhangjiao. "What kind of heart do you want this kind of person to splash dirty water on my father and uncle? If you can't say why, don't blame The old man killed you too!"

"It's up to you? Or call the person behind you." Ren Zhangjiao chuckled, slowly stood up, and suddenly a colorless and invisible energy flowed from his body.

"Uh?" As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the breath in his body was disordered for no reason, and then Dantian Qi got a tingling sensation, and then he spurted a lot of effort. "Huh, Ren Dao Fang, why don't you continue to be arrogant?" The old man with white hair couldn't help laughing like this, "Your calculations have long been expected by our suzerain. Do you really think we are listening to your case? Actually But waiting for you

Is the poison just happening? "

Ren Zhangjiao's face was blue, and he was horrified. He could not think of when he was poisoned. "Huh, you are poisonous, and you can't help you by relying on that senior summer." The old man with white hair laughed, "You were blamed for Nanshan in the past. Now Want to cut our share of Reiki, since that’s the case

, Then what are we polite, today you will destroy the Chongyang Palace, ha ha ha ha! "Laughing and laughing, he closed his mouth suddenly, his eyes widened, and he looked at the roof beam without blinking, as if there was something shocking him there."