Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

Zhu Bishi, the old man in Qingpao, is also a character who is used to running.

I don't know how many people I have seen.

Many younger generations of evil spirits with a higher heart than the sky can't usually be mad, and they face the air, but when they meet him, they are also polite, rarely like Lin Beichen.

Turned face to face.

And it turned too fast.

So that he couldn't help but stay stunned, and then came back subconsciously and said subconsciously: "Young man, how dare you talk to the old man like this?"

"So what shall I say?"

Lin Beichen sneered on the spot: "You have to dig Lao Tzu's heart, brains and brains, and want me to talk to you ... You don't have to eat it anymore, these dishes are very expensive, eat what I just did. , Spit it out for me. "

Zhu Bishi: "..."

Forget it.

Has long heard that this little thing is a brain disability.

And such unclear juniors, simply lost their identity.

He shook his head and smiled and said, "How about your master?"

Lin Beichen said: "My master is squatting in the pit, you have to wait for him to finish squatting."

Zhu Bishi: "..."

He can understand what this means.

But why there is always a feeling that the painting style is wrong.

He is so old, what scene haven't he seen?

But no one has really discussed such things as squatting at the dinner table.

It seems that there is a skill that can easily distort the style of painting.

Don't care about this little thing.

Zhu Bishi picked up a glass of wine and was about to drink it.

"Shut up."

Lin Beichen aggressively said: "You have such a big face, you said not to eat, and drink my wine? Did you drink it? You are old and rubbing your wine."

boom!

Zhu Bishi slaps on the dinner table.

Wow.

The bluestone table instantly became a pile of stone powder.

What kind of Qi-Kungfu did he get, and Lin Beichen said a few words, getting angry soon.

As a result, Lin Beichen was still frantically testing on the verge of death, saying: "Loose money."

"Little fellow, are you really afraid of death?"

Zhu Bishi's eyes were cold, staring at Lin Beichen.

"Hehe, [Zidian Excalibur] A big shelf."

Came a cold hum.

Saw Ding Sanshi carrying his pants, and quickly walked from the direction of Mao Keng.

Zhu Bishi's eyes fell on Ding Sanshi's body, slightly startled: "Unexpectedly, Ding Jianxian was not only alive, but also injured ... even better."

Ding Sanshi wears a good trousers pocket, and looks at Lin Beichen, his eyes are shocked before converging, and then looks at Zhu Bishi, saying: "[Zi Jin Suoyang] has the virtue, and now the competition has been seen, you are also famous. Why should a long-time person chase after all? "

Zhu Bishi smiled: "One of the five famous swords of Baiyun City in the past, the sword fairy Ding Lei, how elegant and unpredictable, these years of sinking, not only let you describe the haggard, but also make you temperament ...

Tangxian Jianxian, came out of the pit with his pants, is there any image?

Ding Sanshi snorted and did not speak.

Zhu Bishi said again: "Whoever has virtue? At that time, if we cheat the children, my generation will practice against the sky, fighting against the sky, not fighting, not robbing, how to survive?"

"How do you want to fight?"

Ding Sanshi Road.

Zhu Bishi smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. Only one came to me today. I didn't expect to really do it in this Yunmeng City. After all, your apprentice is the priest of the temple, and I can't move him in a fair manner, just ... "

Speaking of which, he glanced at Pan Weimin who had come out from the direction of Maokeng, and turned back: "Just the Ding Jianxian first won [Zi Jinguo Yang], and then there was your apprentice, who contaminated my son's fiancee. Killed some friends of my fourth son ... This account has to be counted. "

Ding Sanshi was silent.

Lin Beichen, like a rabbit stepped on the tail, jumped and scolded: "You spit on people, I have never been out of Yunmeng City. When did you contaminate your son's fiancee? Who is your son? Sign up for the name . "

Zhu Bishi smiled and said, "My son's surname is Wei."

Ding Sanshi glanced at Lin Beichen and added: "Wei Mingchen."

"What? Is he?"

Lin Beichen was in a daze for a moment of guilty conscience.

Although took the initiative in the early morning, but ...

This pot looks like it really can't be dumped.

Otherwise, wouldn't it really become a scumbag man who did everything right.

"My son has some important things to do recently, and these small things are naturally divided by the servants." Zhu Bishi smiled faintly: "Originally, some friends of the fourth son thought to teach you a lesson, let you say Apologize, this matter has passed. Unexpectedly, if you hold your identity, you will kill someone .... Since the young people are so bloody, they have to solve it by means of martial arts. "

"Who is the fourth?"

Asked Lin Beichen.

After thinking about it, he didn't seem to have had friction with such a person.

Zhu Bishi smiled and said, "I am one of the four great sword slaves under the son of Wei Gongzi. Who do you think is the fourth son?"

"what?"

Lin Beichen was really taken aback.

The strength of this Zhu Bishi is not low, it is definitely the existence of the realm of Kendo master. Such a character turned out to be one of the four great sword slaves under Wei Mingchen?

In this way, the fourth son is also a member of the four sword slaves.

Han Cheng, Tai Yuezi, and even Yu Wanlou, who were killed last night, were all trying to please the eldest, so they came to embarrass themselves.

A sword slave only has such an influence.

Even Yu Wanlou, a little prince, did not hesitate to try his best to please him.

How horrible the guardian's status is.

Ding Sanshi frowned, saying: "You are also a famous master of kendo more than one Jiazi. Are you willing to be a sword slave for a younger generation, are you afraid to be a laughing stock?"

Zhu Bishi smiled faintly, and said, "Good birds choose wood to live, what predecessors and seniors are but a sentence, the path of martial arts, the master is the teacher, and it is my honor to be the sword slave of the son. The son draws his sword all the way through the clouds, breaking the void like a **** realm, achieving the position of the true god. The old man can follow the left and right, and can also glimpse the secret of the **** realm. Why not do it? "

"Can Wei Mingchen have such an achievement? Ha ha."

Chu Hen also just walked out of the pit after wearing his pants.

Hearing such words on the side, the old Chu who helped the relatives, could not help but sneered.

Zhu Bishi's face was cold: "How do you know such a humble mud sparrow on the street side? You dare to say nothing ... die!"

Raised his hand with his fingers.

咻!

Sword qi broke through.

A purple sword light, like a sudden thunder, burst into the sky directly.

"Be careful……"

Ding Sanshi's complexion changed greatly.

Zhu Bishi is the cultivation of the Grand Master's realm, and his strength is unpredictable. Even if he wants to intercept it, it is too late to even try to intercept it.

Chuhen only felt a force to destroy death, and came across.

Evasion is too late.

He punched out subconsciously.

Boom!

A huge force came.

Chu Zhen's body tremored and flew backwards ...

Zhu Bishi smiled faintly: "The miscellaneous fish in the small puddles, dare to do their utmost, to interject in such a dialogue, really ... huh?"

He didn't finish a word, and suddenly he looked surprised.

Later, suddenly stopped.

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Say you do n’t believe me. I got up at more than seven in the morning. I wanted to give you a stomach, but I was so sleepy that I could n’t open my eyes. I sat in front of the computer and wrote these more than 2,000 words ... It seems that tomorrow will still be I have to get up at ten thirty ... ╮ (???????) ╭

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