Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 388: You have to wait for him to finish squatting

The old man in green robe, Zhu Bishi, is also a figure who is used to running wild.

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

Many young evildoers with a higher heart than the sky are usually mad, and they are mad at the air, but when they meet him, they are also polite. It is rare to be like Lin Beichen. .

Turn face to face.

And it turned too fast.

So he couldn't help but stay for a while before he came back to his senses and subconsciously said: "Young man, you dare to talk to this old man like this?"

"What shall I say then?"

Lin Beichen sneered on the spot: "You're going to dig Lao Tzu's heart, heart and brain, and you want me to talk to you well... Don't eat it so quickly, these dishes are very expensive, and it's too expensive to eat just now. My stuff, spit it out for me."

Zhu Bishi: "..."

Forget it.

Have long heard that this little thing is a brain-dead.

To care about a younger generation with such an unclear mind is to lose his identity.

He shook his head and smiled, "Where's your master?"

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

Zhu Bishi: "..."

He can understand the meaning of this.

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

He is so old, what scene has he not seen?

But no one has ever really discussed squatting in a hut at the dinner table.

This cerebellum seems to have the ability to easily distort the style of painting.

Don't bother with this little thing.

Jupiter held up a glass of wine and was about to drink it.

"Shut up."

Lin Beichen said aggressively: "Why do you have such a big face, you said don't eat it, and you still drink my wine? Did I let you drink it? When you are old, you still drink it."

Bang!

Zhu Bishi slapped the dinner table with a slap.

Wow.

The bluestone table instantly turned into a pile of stone dust.

What kind of effort he had in cultivating qi, Lin Beichen said a few words, and he was so angry that he was about to burst into flames.

In the end, Lin Beichen was still frantically testing the brink of death and said, "Losing money."

"Little guy, are you really not afraid of death?"

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

"Hehe, [Purple Electric Excalibur] is so big."

A cold snort came.

But I saw Ding Sanshi holding his pants and walking quickly from the direction of the kennel.

Zhu Bishi's eyes fell on Ding Sanshi's body, and he was slightly startled: "I didn't expect that Ding Jianxian is not only still alive, but also a whole body

The injury... It's even better. "

Ding Sanshi fastened his trousers pockets, glanced at Lin Beichen, and the look of shock in his eyes subsided, then he looked at Zhu Bishi again, and said: "[Zijin Suoyang] The virtuous will win, now the battle has been decided, you He is also a famous person for a long time, why do you have to pursue it?"

Zhu Bishi smiled: "One of the five famous swords in Baiyun City in the past, Sword Immortal Ding Lei, how romantic and unrestrained, I didn't expect that these years of sinking will not only make you look haggard, but also make your temperament become vulgar... "

Dignified Sword Immortal, walking out of the dungeon with his trousers in hand, does this still have an image?

Ding Sanshi snorted and said nothing.

Zhu Bishi said again: "A virtuous person will get it? If you always deceive children, my generation is practicing against the sky, fighting for a line with the sky. If you don't fight or rob, how can you survive?"

"How do you want to fight?"

Ding Sanshi Road.

Zhu Bishi smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, I'm the only one here today, and I didn't expect to actually do it in this Yunmeng City. After all, your apprentice is the priest of the temple, and I can't move him openly. It's just..."

Speaking of this, he glanced at Pan Weimin who walked out of the Maokeng and turned around: "It's just that Ding Jianxian took the [Zijin Suoyang] first, and then you, my apprentice, infected my son. My fiancée, I also killed a few friends of my fourth child... This account must be counted."

Ding Sanshi was silent.

Lin Beichen, like a rabbit whose tail was stepped on, jumped and scolded: "You spit, I have never been out of Yunmeng City, when did I contaminate your son's fiancee? Who is your son? Name it."

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

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

"What? Is it him?"

Lin Beichen was stunned, feeling guilty for no reason.

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

This pot seems to be really unbearable.

Otherwise, wouldn't it really be a scumbag who blamed the woman for everything and didn't take responsibility.

"My son has something important to do recently, these small things are naturally shared by the servants." Zhu Bishi said with a faint smile: "Originally, some friends of the fourth child thought they would teach you a lesson, I want you to apologize, this matter is over, I didn't expect you to hold your own identity and actually kill people... Since young people are so bloody, they have to use martial arts to solve it."

“Who is the fourth child?”

Lin Beichen asked.

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

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

"What?"

Lin Beichen was really surprised.

The strength of this Zhu Bishi is not low, and it definitely exists in the realm of kendo masters.

A character like this turned out to be one of the four sword slaves under Wei Mingchen's command?

In this way, the fourth child is also one of the four sword slaves.

Han Cheng, Tai Yuezi, and even Yu Wanlou and others who were killed before were all trying to please the fourth child, so they came to embarrass themselves.

Just a sword slave, he has such influence.

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

How terrifying is the status of that Wei Mingchen.

Ding Sanshi frowned and said, "You are also a great master of kendo who has become famous for more than a year, and you are willing to be a sword slave for a junior, aren't you afraid of being a laughing stock?"

Zhu Bishi smiled lightly and said: "Good birds choose wood to perch, what seniors and juniors are, it's just a sentence, the road of martial arts, the master is the teacher, and the sword slave who can become the son is mine. I am honored that in the future, the young master will draw his sword and fly through the sky, shattering the void like the gods, and achieving the position of the true god. The old man will follow him around, and he will also be able to spy on the secrets of the gods, why not do it?"

"Can Wei Mingchen have such an achievement? Hehe."

Chu Hen also just tied his pants and walked out of the ditch.

Hearing such words, Lao Chu, who helped his parents but did not help, couldn't help but sneer.

Zhu Bishi's face turned cold: "How do you know how a humble mudfinch like you is on the street? You dare to say nothing...die!"

Raise your hand and flick.

Hey!

Sword Qi broke through the air.

A purple sword light, like a thunderbolt, broke through the air and attacked Chu Hen.

"Be careful..."

Ding Sanshi's complexion changed greatly.

Zhu Bishi is a master in the realm of great masters, and his strength is unfathomable. With his killing intent, even if he wanted to intercept it, it was too late.

Chu Hen only felt a force that shattered death and attacked him.

It's too late to dodge.

He threw a punch subconsciously.

Boom!

A mighty force rushes in.

Chu Hen's body shook and flew backwards...

Zhu Bishi smiled lightly: "The trash fish in the small puddle dares to overestimate their own strength and interject in such a conversation, really... eh?"

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

The next words come to an abrupt end.

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If you don't believe me, I woke up after seven in the morning. I wanted to give you a step, but I was so sleepy that I couldn't keep my eyes open. I sat in front of the computer and wrote these 2,000 words... Look I still have to get up at half past ten tomorrow...╮(???????)╭

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