The Secret of the Seal

The first three hundred and eighty-eight chapters of the ridiculous three-level monk!

I have to say that Lu Zhipeng still has some brains. In the entire teahouse, there are just a few people, Ma Xiao, Su Gong, and Lu Zhipeng. They are very familiar with them. He naturally knows. The tea house owner is nothing more than an ordinary person in the world. Even the military is not considered, and it is naturally excluded. Only Qin Dong, it seems that there is no obvious mountain, no signs of spiritual fluctuations on the body, the surface is as common as the tea house owner, but Lu Zhipeng is keenly aware that Qin Dong’s mouth is always with a touch of light. However, it is full of ridiculous smiles. This smile made Lu Zhipeng feel that he was just a clown in the eyes of others. He was squatting on his body and every inch was pierced.

In the face of a monk, how can an ordinary person in a human world be so calm? Lu Zhipeng thought of this layer, so he set his sights on Qin Dong.

"I don't want to ruin this nice tea house, and I don't want to bother people who have already died. I don't know if you have the guts to talk outside the city?"

When listening to Qin Dong’s words, Ma Xiao and Su Gong knew that Qin Dong was ready to be hands-on, and his mind was settled. Looking at Lu Zhipeng’s eyes, he added a sarcasm in his ease. Just waiting to see, mad at Lu Zhipeng, who has almost no side, how to end. [

The subconscious mind told Lu Zhipeng that his best choice at this time was to turn and leave immediately. He must not have a dispute with Qin Dong, and he could not follow him to the outside of the city. Otherwise, there will be no return. But young people, they all have good faces in their bones, and they don’t want to lose face in front of their own people. Just when Lu Zhipeng was in contradiction, his two men were first noisy. The third-level monk, one pointing to Qin Dong’s nose, screamed loudly. “What are you, we are Lu Gongzi? Will you be afraid of you, the rumored disciple who pays the helper?"

The mouth of the three-level monk was very fast, so that Lu Zhipeng wanted to stop it, and there was a hint of ominous premonition in his heart, because the words of this man were even expanded and spread.

"Very good! Let's go!" Qin Dong was not nonsense, sneer, and then stepped out of the tea house.

Ma Xiao and Su Gong glanced at the face of the third-level monk with a kind of ill-conceived gaze, and then followed Qin Dong.

The third-level monk still didn't know how much trouble he had left. He was still a face that was indifferent. He also said to Lu Zhipeng with great sorrow. "Lu Gongzi, these three jumping clowns, don't need your shot, wait outside the city, Let me send them alone."

Lu Zhipeng was so angry and funny that he only stunned him two or three eyes, and he turned around and walked out of the teahouse. When things get to this point, it is impossible to think. There is no other way, Lu Zhipeng can only harden his scalp hard, only hope in his heart, just a cold cry, just his illusion.

However, Lu Zhipeng still left a heart, and no one noticed, crushing a letter in the sleeve.

Thirty miles outside the imperial city, the trees are shaded, the grass is beautiful, and the scenery is beautiful. When Qin Dong saw no one, he settled his footsteps here.

Lu Zhipeng then rushed to the scene, and did not wait for Lu Zhipeng to speak. The three-level monk first opened his mouth and looked around around for a circle. He smiled and said, "You can’t see it, your boy has a few eyes, give yourself Picking the graveyard, the feng shui is very good!"

Qin Dong did not worry at all, smiled and said, "Yes, after death, if it can be buried here, it is indeed a beautiful thing. But unfortunately, such a feng shui treasure, white is cheaper for you." It is a waste."

"The boy is looking for death!" When he heard the rumor of Qin Dongkou, the third-level monk was furious and waited for Lu Zhipeng to speak, screaming and swearing, and then bullying himself to Qin Dong.

"Qin Ye, let me come to meet him!" As a qualified man, in front of the master, everything must be divided into the main thing, save the power for the master, although the time for Ma Xiao to follow Qin Dong is not short, but for this But it is very good at mastering.

Only this time, Qin Dong decided to make a quick decision, ready to shoot in person, and with the repair of Ma Xiao, I am afraid that I can not get this third-level monk. Putting a wave, indicating that the horse whistle retreat, and in such a little work, the three-level monk has been so fiercely forced to reach the front of Qin Dong less than three steps.

"Kid, let me turn into ash!" The three-level monk's face was extremely embarrassed, and the palm of his hand was like a purple flame, jumping and shining, murderous.

Only three steps away from death, Qin Dong’s face is still old, and the faction is calm. Lu Zhipeng knows that his guess is mostly correct.

Sure enough, when the three-level monk continued to go forward and deceived only one step away from Qin Dong, and the palm of his hand was printed on Qin Dong’s chest, his whole person shuddered, and then he was pressed by the pause button. Like, standing on the spot, still keeping the body leaning forward, a palm of the hand to explore, slightly appearing a bit strange posture.

"Ah!?" From the beginning, Lu Zhipeng's eyes were fixed on Qin Dong. Because of this, Lu Zhipeng saw it very clearly. From beginning to end, Qin Dong stood with his hands behind his back, and did not even touch one finger.

However, if the third-level monk was suddenly stopped, there was no relationship with Qin Dong. Lu Zhipeng would not believe it. But since it was Qin Dong’s hands and feet, how did he do it? At this moment, Lu Zhipeng felt that his scalp was numb and tight, and his hair had to be uprooted. The ominous premonition in the original heart suddenly turned into deep fear, and it was revealed directly through his eyes.

Before Ma Xiao, I have seen Qin Dong’s shot. It’s a bit of immunity, but the Soviet Union’s work is different. This is how he saw Qin Dong’s shot. In fact, Qin Dong’s linkage did not move. It’s really It’s not a shot, this blink of an eye will be a smashing, unrecognizable three-level monk, and people can’t see what kind of moves, means, repairs, Come, I am afraid that only the word "God and God" can describe one or two. [

Su Gong even looked at Ma Xiao’s eyes and was very grateful. If it wasn't in the teahouse, the words that Ma Xiao whispered to him might be a big chance, so he slipped away from him. For a time, Su Gong looked to Qin Dong's gaze, and he cut it ten times.

It is no wonder that in the teahouse, Ma Xiao faced Lu Zhipeng, and he did not give a little face. He was tough and frightened. He said that he had hands-on and dare to have Qinshan’s big backing, and his roots were unscrupulous.