Ascending, Do Not Disturb

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"Hey!" Seeing the girl in the water, Miao Zong did not want to fly to the surface of the water, and took her out of the water.

The girl was cold and cold like a piece of ice. She couldn’t control her hand and shivered, and she spit out a few mouthfuls of blood. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his fingers to catch her veins.

"Zhu Zong..." The impact from the air to the pool was too great. When I fell into the pool, I fainted. I felt confused and there was something very warm. She opened her eyes and saw it as white. Zhai Zong holding himself, has always combed his neat hair, and also scattered a few squats on the side, but ... this does not damage the beauty of the ancestors, but makes him look more beautiful.

When I saw my eyes open, Mou Zong discovered that my heart had been squatting from the beginning, and it was only slowly stretching out now: "How are you?" The voice was hoarse and trembling, very ugly.

"I'm fine." 坐 坐 桓 桓 怀 怀 怀 怀 怀 怀 怀 怀 怀 怀 怀 怀 怀 坐 怀 怀 怀 怀 怀 怀 怀 怀 怀 怀 怀 怀 怀 怀 坐 坐 怀 坐

The Lin Biao and the auspicious pavilion who rushed over came to see the paper on the floor at the foot of the foot: "..."

"You are all right, great!" Hearing that they were standing in front of themselves, they were relieved. "Zhu Zong, have you won the evil repair?"

"The evil is invincible." Mou Zong took out a cloak from the storage ring and put it on the cockroach. "You have no serious problems, but the internal interest is still somewhat unstable. Let's rest here for a few hours. Continue to hurry later."

He threw the Golden Palace, and the Golden Palace turned into a magnificent palace. The sleeves were opened to open the Golden Palace gate, and the ancestors bowed their heads to the draped cloak: "Go inside to wash and change clothes."

Look at the face of Miao Zongbai's almost transparent: "Zhu Zong, can your Lingtai be okay?"

"No problem." Yan Zong wants to reach out and touch the girl's white face, but only moved his fingertips. He felt that he was a little weird. Even if he liked this little girl again, he even wanted to be her own apprentice, but he should not have such a serious idea.

I took out the handkerchief and wiped the waterdrops from her hair. The scorpion used the technique to dry the clothes on her body: "We are advanced."

"That sinister has already been in vain?" He walked in front and did not look back at the expression of Emperor Zong. "The old master has let go of the bad guys and let the bad guys provoke a bigger disaster. This is not asking for trouble." ”

Lin Biao turned his head, and Zong Zong no expression: "You are right."

This time, even the disciples of the Lucky Pavilion turned their heads to see the ancestors.

"I know that you will not do this kind of thing." 箜篌 Using spiritual power, the spirit has not recovered, she walked into the yard where she lived last time, and said to everyone, "I will go for a while. ”

"Have a good rest." Ruan Zongdao, "put the aroma ball that I gave you last time to help you recover earlier."

"Yeah." He nodded. After a few steps, he went back and saw that Zongzong was still standing at the door of the yard to see her. She showed a big smile to her.

Mou Zong looked at the girl's face with a big smile and bent his mouth: "Go to sleep."

"Oh." 箜篌 ran to the front of the ancestors, and put a bottle of medicinal herbs refining the Qingyuan master into the hands of the ancestors, only to run into the room in a good mood. After closing the door, she had some regrets in her heart. Miao Zonglian could kill such a powerful evil. His swordsmanship must be very powerful. Unfortunately, she did not have the opportunity to appreciate it.

Yuzong looked at the medicine bottle in his hand and poured out the two medicines inside. The dandelion on the medicinal herbs is clear and in the shape of auspicious clouds. This is the best product to return to Yuandan. The whole cultivation community can produce less than ten people of this medicinal medicine. The Qingyuan Peak of Yunhuamen is one of them.

Put Huidan in the import, and Zongzong once again called the dragon sword.

"The son?" Lin Biao saw Emperor Zong once again take the sword. "What do you do with the sword?"

"Killing." Yuzong returned a short two words, and turned into a streamer, disappearing into the Golden Palace. Lin Biao chased two steps and gave up the plan to block the son. He turned to look at the five auspicious pavilions and looked calm: "Our family has always been very good, just a little taboo to others to say his private affairs."

"The younger generation will never say half a word about what happened." The young younger brother was busy, "Please rest assured."

Ge towel grabbed the younger brother's mouth and smiled and said: "Is there anything happening? The younger generations are low-minded and have not seen anything."

Lin Biao did not argue with them, nodded slightly: "You come with me, I will take you to rest."

After seeing the battle between the sect of Zongzong and the old man without suffering, the auspicious pavilion had a clearer understanding of the cultivation of Miao Zongzhen. So the powerful and unscrupulous old man, under the sword of the real person of Zongzong, has no power to fight back. Every sword is a mountain and a sea, and even the heavens and the earth are shaking.

In the face of true high-ranking people, it is a smart thing to keep silent, not to mention that the high man just sprinkles a little lie that is irrelevant. Those who have shortcomings are more human, they understand and can understand.

Anyway... I can't understand that they don't dare to say it.

The old man who suffered from the bitterness was seriously injured, but he did not dare to return to the evil practice world. He did not dare to appear in the place where the monks had more. He disguised his identity and went to the west to prepare for a remote village to hide.

The sky will be dark, and no monks will be touched along the way. The old man who has no suffering is relieved, and his life should be saved. A few tablets of medicinal herbs were stuffed into the mouth. The old man who was not suffering was ready to fall from the cloud head. He went to the village under the mountain to find a reason to borrow. Suddenly there was a dragon owl behind him.

He changed his face and quickly called out his life magic weapon in his hand, turned and looked behind him, and it was really a chase. He looked pale and blue. How many times before this sorrowful **** did not have any psychological treatment for him? Why did he catch up?

This feeling of hope and despair makes it almost impossible to maintain the state of mind.

"I didn't expect it, I was honored to be chased by you." Without a bitter sacrifice, I was screaming and screaming. "I am not as good as you, but since you don't give me a way, I will break with you."

Mou Zong ignored him and slashed his sword. However, he had more than 20 strokes, and he was defeated without suffering. His body was a few more bloody, and his soul was cut in half.

"Ah!" The evil deity of the cult of the cult of the cult has not been bittered for so long. He knows that he has no way to live. He throws the sacred weapon in his hand and blocks the fatal blow of the ancestral sect. A shot, forced out the body of the baby.

Even if he dies, he will not let go of this blasphemy.

Seeing that there is no hardship to prepare for the birth of the baby, the act of Zongzong is like a lightning bolt. When the pain has not yet had time to crush his own baby, his sword has cut off the bitter arm, and the backhand has ruined the sword. No Lingtai.

Looking down on the bitterness of the Yuan Ying, who was shivering, and the sorrowfulness of a singer, the singer was inserted into the body of the baby. The baby was instantly smouldering, and the sorrow of the pain on the ground began to become more and more aging, frowning. His cheeks, his hair also fell off a lot.

"Oh..." The eyes without bitterness and turbidity stared at Mou Zong, and seemed to ask him why.

"I don't like to lie to people, especially to the younger generation." Yan Zongyi's throat pierced the bitter throat, watching his body become dead bones, faceless expression, "If you have said something to the younger generation, you must do it." ""

Leading a fine fire, destroying the storage ring and storage bag without any bitterness left, and the ancestors turned and walked away.

In a short while, the dead bones on the ground were turned into dust, and the night winds began, and the dust and dust fell into the mountains and forests.

Mou Zong walked out of this jungle, helped the trunk to cough, looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, and he took out an unnamed old man who had swallowed the medicinal herbs and jumped on Feijian to return to the Golden Palace.

"The son." Lin Biao stood at the entrance of the Golden Palace and saw Miao Zong coming back. His eyes swept over his pale face. "You should not go today."

"I am a sword repair." Miao Zong stepped onto the steps and walked into the gate of the Golden Palace. He did not look back. "A sword that can't be repaired with a sword, how is it different from death?"

"Today's son is like this, can't put down the sword, or can't let go of the girl?" Lin Biao asked, "I really understand the mind of the son?"

Miao Zong turned to look at Lin Biao, and there was no feeling in his eyes.

In his eyes, Lin Biao came out with sweat.

Miao Zong retracted his gaze and lowered his eyes. "If it wasn't for you to enter Yunhuamen, I would accept her as my disciple." In this life, he only met such a young man who had his heart everywhere. Even if she is already a Yunhuamen disciple, he can't bear her grievances.

As long as he thinks that the bright eyes may reveal disappointment or sadness, he can't help but want to satisfy all her wishes. It’s a pity... It’s a pity... I can’t accept her as a disciple in this life, otherwise he will make her the highest-ranking disciple of the younger generation of the entire comprehension.

Lin Biao looked at the serious expression of the son, and his brow slightly moved: "The son, no bitterness has already been fussy."

"When I was fighting against him today, he was already in a hurry." Yan Zong turned and said, "Since then, there has been no such person in the evil world."

Lin Biao: "..."

The highest state of lying is probably to let others suspect that they have made a mistake.

After getting along with the pretty little girl, the son finally became a man who lied.

The next morning, I got up from the cushion. She was meditating last night and didn't know when she fell asleep. After sleeping for one night, the meridians in the body have already recovered as usual, but the evil effects of excessive use of the spiritual power have not been completely resolved. Now she is all over the body, except that the hair and nails do not hurt, and nowhere else is comfortable.

Lazily squatting back on the cushion, he waved and took the quilt on the bed and put it on himself. He hated not to turn himself into a ball, so that he could form a group without moving.

There was a very light footstep outside the door, standing outside her door and turning away.

I barely opened my eyes and said to the outside of the door: "Is it a sect?"

The monk who had gone back heard the sound of snoring and stopped: "Are you awake?"

The door opened, the hair was scattered, and the girl with her big robe wrapped around her door: "Would you like to go to the auspicious pavilion now?"

Mou Zong looked at the neck and the looming clavicle, and heard the footsteps from outside the yard. She strode forward and pulled her into the house and closed the door.

Going to the door of the hospital, Hong Ling: "..."

The man who just broke into the room of the fairy, is... Zong Zongzhen?