Legend of Ling Tian Chapter 20: Close the door and hit the dog

Tian raised the wine glass in his hand. Slowly drank the wine in one glass. A snow-white towel. Wiped his hands. Said: "Tianfeng's first meal. It's really good. The color, fragrance and flavor. The wine is rich enough. Moreover. There is also this impromptu show. It is pleasing to the eye. I just don't know if there is something more exciting.?"

Ling Yi grinned grimly. Flattering: "As long as the son likes it. We come every day. More exciting will come soon."

Ling Tian smiled. A chair back. Smiled and said: "That's good. I'm full of food and drink. It's time to watch the big show. It's time to start."

Ling chuckled. Said: "The subordinates will definitely let the son see them pleasingly."

Ling Tian gave a hum. The drooping eyelids suddenly lifted up.

At this moment. The whole hall. The whole day. It seemed that they all darkened with Ling Tian's eyes open; and his two eyes. Like the lightning that pierced the sky. From the sky.

Unrivaled. Brilliant.

Song across. Including the old man known as Lao Ding and the twenty-four big men. At the same time I felt dark in front of my eyes. Then it lit up. The whole body's hairs suddenly exploded at this moment.

That is a kind of King's Landing. The greatest pressure to control life and death.

Sure enough. The black-clothed old man felt boundless Chennai in his heart. Just relying on the other side's power that opened his eyes. All the masters I have seen in my life over six years. No one can reach it. What kind of strength is needed for this? .

It seems that I just hit the iron plate today. It's still a super big iron plate. Pray for God to worship the Buddha and never send your old life here.

Suddenly. Everyone just looked at it again and again. The five people in front of them turned into four. less one. The white-clothed youth who was sitting there talking was no longer a shadow.

The old man in black turned his head instinctively. But I saw a person in white clothes like snow. Standing like a javelin at the gate of Bishui Pavilion. Behind him. Two, the door closed slowly. Silently. More than twenty people blocked the entrance of the hall tightly. But no one actually felt how the white-clothed man lived.

Close the door and hit the dog? .

A cold breath poured from the top of the old man in black to his asshole.

This moment. This hand who has been wandering for decades has a strong feeling that his calf is cramping and has a crazy urge to excrete. This is not to say that the old surname Ding is so persuasive but that the skill of white clothes is too sharp. It's incredible. So Ding has an intuition that he is about to step into the Yellow Springs.

The white clothes floating by. No hands. Two did not move their feet. Just stand there quietly. And the door weighing a hundred jin behind him slowly closed like a ghost.

The other party's purpose is obvious. Close the door and beat the dog to escape alone.

That means everyone except their own people. dead? .

The clever vision and experience that the old man has been doing for decades has finally come into play. He finally saw it, but he would rather be blind immediately. That insight. At least you can have the courage to fight. The man in white is actually an innate pinnacle master. And the one in the hall. May be stronger.

The old man in black wants to cry. Does it make sense to work hard? .

Good luck, good luck. Such a master. All are already in the legend. It would be good if the whole world could find three or two. General martial arts people. Walking on the rivers and lakes for a lifetime can only be seen in dreams or heard in legends. And he followed the old man out for a meal. Actually saw two. And it's the family who provoked him.

Don't say it is self in front of such a master. Or maybe it's a big son. Even if the entire Song family is bundled together. Only the end of the dust. And wait for others. He actually committed the crimes of these two living Hades completely.

The old man in black turned his head. His eyes were dull again. Things have continued to deteriorate. (All the way to the novel network, mobile station w-a-p.1-n)

Except for the very handsome white boy who is still sitting lazily. The other three people stood up with a sneer. Three unusually powerful auras emptied and surged. Tornadoes generally raged in the hall. Twenty or so big Han people are like falling into an ice cave. Stiff hands and feet. All over. I dare not move even a finger.

Song Kuang is not stupid. Yu felt something was wrong. Suddenly his eyes rolled. Take the right foot off the top of the manager's head. He coughed dryly. Reluctantly made a haha. Said: "I don't know which family this brother is? Song Kuang is polite in the Lower Song Family." Judging from his strength, he is definitely inferior to others. Only hope that others can sell the Song family's face.

"Song Family Song Kuang?" A tower-like Zhuang Tong looked at Song Kuang like a dead body: "Even Song Tianqiao is here. Today, he will be honest with Lao Tzu. What is Song Kuang? Something? Are you worthy of being called Brother Laozi?"

"Who are you?" The old man's face changed greatly. Song Tianqiao is the head of the Song family. Song Kuang's father. This person is so angry? As far as the old man in black knows. The entire Tianfeng continent

And qualified to say this sentence. It seems only three people. Song family dignity. Not everyone can dare to talk about it. Even if someone is bold enough to say. But it’s just a foolish dream

One of these three people is the number one Shui Wubo in the water family. One is Shui Wankong, the owner of the water family. The last one is the current leader of the Suntian League, the largest power in the land and the sky. Tian Zhiyi.

And among these three people. There is the last one he has not seen. If you see this one is legendary.

Could it be--

Don’t memorize it like that? But how to explain everything in front of you? .

This moment. The whole wine fell into a very subtle stalemate.

Suddenly. There was a sound of hooves from far away. Obviously, the knights on the horse were very worried. Stopped suddenly in front of the Bishui Pavilion. With a vigorous voice, he eagerly exclaimed: "But Song Kuang Song Gong is inside? See you at the city lord Jiang Xiaofeng of Bishui City."

This sound. Intentionally or unintentionally broke the deadlock here.

Song Kuangke, who is unbelievable, is already complete. Under Ling Tian's fierce momentum, he was already scared. He has never seen it before. No one said a word. Relying solely on his own momentum. All the people who can be suppressed dare not move. Dare not speak. Such a huge pressure. Even his father Song Tianqiao. It is absolutely impossible. Don't say that such strength is a meeting. I have never heard of it

Song Kuang has already regretted it now. He is not a fool either. in contrast. Normally, he is a smart man. Of course I know now. The few people in front of you. Although it is still impossible to determine who they are in the end. But with this momentum. You can already judge that you have absolutely no ability to cause it. Seeing each other's murderous intent. Just about to move. The dead souls could not help. But at this moment, I suddenly heard the voice of Jiang Xiaofeng, the lord of Bishui City. Not beneficial to the sound of nature. Suddenly a person who was waiting to die like water grabbed a life-saving rice. I am overjoyed.

Now no one is qualified to intervene in this matter. The only thing is the owner of this restaurant.

If this matter is left to Jiang Xiao's sole discretion. Then Song would undoubtedly save his life.

This thing is so funny. Song Kuang and others had made a special trip to find Jiang Xiaofeng's troubles. But now. Move things easily. He regards them as the greatest savior. Not to mention it is a huge irony.

Song Kuang's eyes twitched. Speak intentionally. Only the party Jiang Xiaofeng could be brought into this room. There should be a turning point in this matter. He just had a thought in his mind. Ling Tian in front of him suddenly let out a cold snort. Suddenly, the murderous aura was overwhelmed. Song Kuang and others tried their best to use their inner breath to resist Ling Tian's momentum attack. The whole body is like a boat caught in the ocean storm. Half a word can be uttered there. Only the rattling sound of the jaws.

Ling Yi took a few steps. Yang said: "Shuntian League Tianzhi borrowed precious treasures to handle some personal affairs. Please City Lord Jiang to give it to someone. How about going to the City Lord to speak in the future?" The voice was like rolling thunder. It spread out loudly. Shows an extremely clever internal force.

This statement came out. There was silence outside the hall. Song Kuang could hardly believe his ears. Guessing is one thing. But really knowing it is another matter. Sometimes ignorance is a blessing.

Oh my god. Let me die. I actually pointed to the nose of the head of the Suncheon League and cursed fiercely. He also planned to let his family kneel before him... Song Kuang at this moment. I have the heart to want to die.

The old man in black was shocked~ IndoMTL.com~ pale and sighed. It really was him. This matter today. It is completely irretrievable. That Shuntian League has already made it clear. Take this to deal with personal affairs. Even the master here is not good at intervening. And this sentence. It undoubtedly pronounced the fate of the people here. Even after that, the Song family could not be implicated. It is already a blessing to invite heaven.

There was silence outside the gate. a long time. Jiang Chengzhu's slightly trembling voice rang: "It's actually the head of Tian Da who is here to handle some tasks. How dare you to interrupt. I have to leave. I have long admired the head of the great. If the time is convenient for the head, please come to the Han's. Get together a little bit. We will definitely meet each other down below."

Next. I heard the cavalry soldiers outside the gate hurriedly turning around and leaving in line. One by one. For fear of making any noise. Even the atmosphere did not dare to take a breath. Suddenly. There was another deathly silence outside the door.

"---..." Kuang et al.'s cold sweat dripped. Makes a crisp, subtle sound. Everyone is ashamed. They are also experienced people. Now this situation is obviously endless. And it will only die by oneself.

Ling Tian squinted his eyes slightly. Yang Yang half leaned on the chair. The momentum of the whole body has been restrained. Unconsciously tapping the handrail with his fingers. I heard from Song Kuang and others. Every sound is a note of death.