Super Dragon Cultivation System

Mingyue Zhao's vindictiveness was the moment when Han-Bud was about to be released, but she stunned back.

His face (color) became red, and he almost burst into internal injuries.

Brothers and sisters, can you slow down and give it a chance to show ...

A stomach sullen followed, always vigilant, as soon as the wind blows the grass, immediately shot!

Soon out of the magic circle, the scene in front of him changed, and two (body sh n) young men in gray robes appeared in front of everyone.

Just when the two were about to raise their right hands and intended to salute, Mingyue Zhao said nothing, and came up with a punch.

"boom!"

Slap!

The two were unprepared and blasted five or six meters away with a punch. They spit blood and fell to the ground, their heads stunned.

Uh!

Several of Zhang Xing's eyes widened and looked at Mingyue Zhao strangely.

Is this kid having a wind?

Good along the way, like a good baby, why did he go to the place to initiate a madness?

Mingyue Zhao was also embarrassed.

"This ... I ..."

The flushing of the face (color) can't be explained yet, can you say that I also want to express it, and show a sense of presence in front of the young master?

No! If it comes out, it will make everyone laugh.

I regretted hitting a punch, and the two of them didn't use any fighting spirit at all, and the clear gesture was the etiquette to greet the guests.

The movement here quickly caught the attention of several people in front of the gate of an underground castle.

He walked over quickly and lifted up the injured two unconscious young men. He saw that there was no danger to his life, and he was slightly relieved.

The first (dry gan) thin old man was full of anger and sternly said: "We sent our disciples to invite them kindly, but you are so vicious. Are you here to seek revenge?"

"Tell you, here is the wasteland poison (Dian di n), you cannot tolerate wildness!"

Hearing that it was poisonous (Dian di n), Mingyue shined his eyes and stepped forward to salute.

"Senior, I was reckless just now. It was a bit nervous when I first came in. I missed and injured your disciple, and the consequences will be borne by the next person. Let me deal with it.

He stared at Mingyue for a while, and saw that he was very sincere and bowed his head, not as if he was perfunctory.

Face (color) eased a bit: "Who are you, what's the matter here?"

"The juniors are taking photos of the moon, and my father was also a poisonous person (dian di n)!"

Mingyue Zhao slightly raised her head and looked at the old man.

"A bright moon?"

For a moment of contemplation, the old man suddenly raised his eyes: "Your father is Mingshanhe?"

"Yes predecessor, my father is Mingshanhe, the poisonous third-level poison master!"

Mingyue straightened up, looking at the old man with some complex eyes.

The old man carefully looked up and down, no wonder just now I saw a kind of acquaintance, it turned out to be a child of an old man.

Like, too like, eyebrows, squints, noses, face shapes, are just carved out of a mold.

"Brother Shanhe is fine now?"

The old man came forward excitedly and seized the hand of Mingyue Zhao.

"My father ... was killed 10 years ago ..."

Ming Yuezhao's painful voice choked.

"What? Brother Shanhe is gone?"

The old man (body sh n) swayed a little, and was somewhat unstable, apparently shocked by the bad news.

"Senior, what's wrong with you?"

Mingyue Zhao quickly hugged the old man, and her heart was touched. This was the first time that an outsider was sad for his father.

"I'm fine, I'm sad for a while, hey!"

"Let me in and talk slowly. I have a life-and-death relationship with your father. I have been inquiring about him for so many years."

"Oh! Who are these?"

The old man sighed sadly and turned to look at Zhang Xing.