The Secret of the Seal

The first thousand and sixty-one chapters are innocently aggrieved!

"Go to death!" The voice of the disciples of Yaoge has not yet landed, and it has been turned into a soul in the hands of the Japanese.

Although Yu Jinxiu knew that this was not appropriate, but considering his own love at this time, he shook his head and did not say anything.

"You said!" Ri Yao threw the disciple's body and turned his head to several other disciples. The disciples were immediately stumbled by the shackles.

"Useless things! You are telling me!" The Japanese glory was angered and attacked. At this time, it was unstoppable, and the mouth screamed, and the voice was really an awkwardness. [

"The lord asked for anger, and the lord asked for anger..." A disciple kept talking and kept saying.

"This seat does not want to listen to these nonsense!" Sun Yao waved his hand and turned the disciple like a disciple into a dead body.

"Enough! Do you want to kill them all?" Seeing the day and again killing people, watching so many eyes around, hunting saint can not be expressed, Shen Sheng shouted.

"Master!" Sun Yao turned his head and looked at Jinxiu.

Yu Jinxiu snorted and pushed him aside, saying to the remaining few Yao Yaoge disciples, "Don't be afraid, there is a veteran, he will not kill any more. You tell me who did all this?" ?"

As soon as the hunting saint came, the emotions of the few Japanese Yaoge disciples were stabilized. One of them, trembled and said, "Yes... is Fenglang!"

"Feng Lang!" The voice of the disciple was just falling, and the Japanese glory leaped like a thunder, waving a palm and throwing a huge pit straight beside him. "Feng Lang, if this seat does not cramp your skin, this seat is not a day!"

"You calm down for me!" The anger of the Japanese glory caused the splendid frowning of Jinxiu, glanced at him and shouted.

"Master, you must be the master of me, I want to let Fenglang not die!"

Yu Jinxiu shook his head and sighed. "I have seen this person in Fenglang. His repair is good, but he has no ability to hurt the morning to this extent."

In the words of Jinxiu, the day Yao couldn’t help but squatted, and opened his mouth for a long time, the only way to say, "Master, you... what do you mean? The injury of the morning..."

Yu Jinxiu first issued a long sigh, and then dignified the road. "The morning of the Yuanfu is broken, the meridians are broken, the weight of the injury is heavy, even the old man can't help you recover."

"Ah!?" Although Yao Yao’s heartache was heavy in the morning, he never thought that he would never be cured. What's more, there is a hunting saint, and he has never thought about it. Nowadays, listening to Jinxiu, it is simply a good drink, such as the five thunder, the whole person seems to have been acupuncture points, direct petrification.

"Master, you... aren't you kidding me?" Stayed for a long while, and the day Yao said that he had stuttered.

"You have been with the teacher for so long, when did you see a joke for the teacher?"

"No! No!! Master, you must think about the old man. If the morning child can't cultivate, he... What future is he going to say? Master..." Ri Yao suddenly panicked and grabbed the splendid The arm, the constant pleading, is like a helpless child.

Yu Jinxiu did not speak, but often shook his head and sighed.

"Why is this happening? Morning is awkward mistakes, you are not optimistic about you, you are sorry [..." The blood is thicker than the water, and the feelings of the father and son of the morning sun are really sad.