Immortality Cultivation Era

Hu Yu’s brain is not enough.

He really did not understand why Ming Xing Jian Zun would hate a woman so much.

"Ming Xing Shishu, the girl, she did, what?" Hu Yu asked cautiously.

"趴".

Ming Xing, who just chatted with him, suddenly lowered his face and raised his hand.

"If it's not because you still have a use, don't believe it, you just died?"

Hu Yun can only be beheaded again: "Xie Mingxing's uncle does not kill the grace..."

He is very clear in his heart.

As for his disciples, although wherein the talent is good, but if Ming Xing kills him, Lushan Jianzong will certainly not pursue it.

Wherein is a sword of the mind.

A disciple who is just some talent.

Who is more important, fools can understand.

"Get up." Mingxing stood up and said, "You know, I will tell you naturally, but you shouldn't know, don't ask."

"The disciple is taught."

"And, my sword, you use it." When speaking, Mingxing had a three-footed Qingfeng in his hand.

"This...the disciple does not dare!"

"No problem." Ming Xing sword said with a smile, "I am a good sword, at least than the little woman's sword, do not know how much better, you and her hard hit, will certainly be able to break the sword in the other hand, then She has no swords, you have a sword, and naturally do what you want to do."

Hu Yun thought about it and could only reach out and take the sword from the hands of Ming Xing Jian Zun.

His heart is really confused.

What is the girl who called He’s mother, and what is the hatred of Ming Xing’s uncle?

"If you have completed the task, I will give you ten pieces of spiritual jade." Ming Xing Jian Zun said.

This time, it is not just a curse.

The rest of the disciples are also hot.

Ten pieces of spiritual jade?

That can be equivalent to their ten months of cultivation resources!

If there are ten pieces of spiritual jade, then the repair is sure to have a qualitative leap.

Therefore, they could not help but look at Hu Wei with envious eyes.

After all, in their view, Ming Xing Jian Zun's task is not too difficult, and can be done in the same way as others.

But now Mingxing Jianzun has chosen the candidates, they do not dare to say anything, can only hate all kinds of envy in Hu Xin.

"Can you have confidence?" Ming Xing Jian Zun continued to ask.

Hu Wei can only hold a long sword in both hands, and he swears: "The disciple does not dare to insult!"

Ming Xing Jian Zun was satisfied and nodded, and went away.

After Mingxing’s swordsman left, Hu Hao was relieved, sitting on a chair with his buttocks, and his back was soaked in sweat.

"Hu Yu, younger brother, you are really lucky!"

"Yeah, Hu Wei, brother, and not to mention the ten pieces of spiritual jade, can help Ming Xing Shishu to do things, is also a great honor! As long as you let the star uncle satisfied, and then look at the entire Laoshan Jianzong, how many more Do you dare to invite you?"

"Haha, I have already seen that Hu Shi’s younger brother is a person with air and luck!” Some disciples seized this opportunity and began to pull into relationship with Hu.

A sect of the immortal, with a large number of people, is equivalent to a small river.

All kinds of people have it.

Hu Xiao smiled.

Originally, he didn't feel anything, and he didn't even put He Cin's eyes in his eyes, but now he understands that he can let Mingxing Shishu run a special trip and lend his sword to himself.

It can be seen how the strength of the other party is.

"Hu Hao brother, developed later, don't forget us!"

"Haha, Hu Wei, younger brother, since Mingxing’s uncle hated the woman who called He’s mother, it’s better to knock her off on the court. By the way, the Zhou Gong’s gift is good, and we can follow the eyes!”

"It's just a face, Hu Xiaoshi, you eat some meat, let us drink some soup is not bad!"

One by one, laughing.

If you say it, listening to it will make you feel chilly.

The person who talks is actually joking.

I did not expect that this made Hu Hao come to the spirit.

He began to think about it, if he really did this, how much can he brush in Mingxing’s uncle...

When Mingxing walked out of the house, he walked for a while and suddenly stopped.

He turned and looked at an old man with a white lantern in his hand and a lotus flower in the lantern.

"Master respects..." Ming Xing Jian Zun hurry to salute.

"Hey, you are bold!" The old man suddenly screamed.

Mingxing hastened to kneel down, sincere and fearful.

Some like, before in the house, Hu Yu worshipped his posture.

"Master, disciple does not know..."

"How is the little girl named He Gu Niang, how can I provoke you?" the old man said coldly.

Mingxing’s face squatting on the ground flickered.

"It turned out that the Master has heard it."

The old man came to the front and sat cross-legged.

"What do you want to do?"

"Forcing high songs to shoot." Ming Xing said very straightforwardly.

He did not hide a little from his own master.

It should be said that what should not be said.

From small to large, no matter what secrets are hidden in his heart, Master can always see clearly.

Fortunately, he is transparent in front of the master.

Moreover, in this matter, Ming Xing does not think that if he does not say it, the Master will not guess.

"High songs, then you have a reason to kill him?" The old man frowned.

"Exactly."

"Oh, you want to kill him?"

Ming Xing raised his head and his eyes became red.

"Master, Ming Wu can not die!"

The old man sighed.

In fact, when I was outside the door, I heard that Mingxing had made such an arrangement, and he already thought of it.

"Master, if you really want to stop me, you should interrupt it before, but you have finished listening, and did not show up, naturally allowed me to practice." Ming Xing said with a chuckle.

"I know that you and Ming Wu have a good relationship. You are also my disciples. Ming Wu died in a secret situation, but he did provoke a high song first. When he went, I would have repeatedly smashed it. There was a head-on collision with the people of Longge. Obviously he used my words as a whisper." The old man said helplessly.

Ming Xing did not speak.

He knew that his master’s words had not been finished.

As he thought.

The old man just paused for a while, and continued to follow the words of the past: "But what you said is not bad. We can't die in the mountains of Jianshan, and Mingwu can't die. If Fulong wants to shoot, I will stop. It’s not a piece of paper.

"The teacher is assured, I will kill him!" Ming Xing bit his teeth, murderous and said.

The old man stood up, picked up the lantern on the ground, and squatted, like the old man who had just returned from the vegetable market, carrying a bag of fruits and vegetables, and went further and further.

It’s like, I didn’t hear it, I didn’t see it.

After a long time, Ming Xing climbed from the ground.

He was relieved for a long time, and the murderousness in his eyes was not reduced.

"High songs must die."

He chanted again.