Hidden Blade Chapter 90: Fairy Controversy

So.

The imposing flame bird suddenly landed no more than an inch away from Xu Han and the others.

Its head plunged under the ground fiercely, and its body swayed violently, especially the huge wings, which kept flapping and raising waves of fire, but it was so, it still didn’t stand again. Lift up your body.

Because there is a small wooden box standing on top of its head, at least relative to its huge body, the size of that wooden box is not surprising.

However, the wooden box seemed to be of great weight, and it stood still like a mountain on top of its head.

As if unable to withstand such a heavy pressure, the Suzaku divine bird began to scream, and then gradually cracks like poisonous snakes appeared on its body, and the cracks appeared extremely abrupt and extremely Quickly, its whole body was densely covered in an instant.

Its struggle gradually became weak. After a few breaths, its wings fell completely, and then only heard a crisp sound, and its huge body was shattered like glass at that time.

The light from the sky fell, scorching the earth to black, and rising smoke.

At that time, a figure slowly landed on the wooden box, looking at Lu Houde and others with cold eyes.

"Mr. Wei!"

Naturally, you don't need to think too much, this one is Mr. Wei.

Xu Han and others' faces showed different colors, and they called out at that time. They knew very well that Mr. Wei's appearance was in the arms of each other. In addition to worrying, everyone blamed themselves more.

"Finally came out." Compared with Xu Han and others' worries, Lu Houde and others were all grinning.

Mr. Wei's clothes stirred, and he squinted at Lu Houde. There was not much anger in his eyes, on the contrary, there was a strong sense of sorrow.

"A thousand years of time..."

"Wu Xiaohe's inheritance has fallen into such a field, it is really the fault of the old man..."

"Huh!" Hearing this, Lu Houde coldly snorted: "What is the thing that is always endless, you can actually mention the name of the Patriarch of the Chixiao Clan?"

My head teacher has been waiting in the dark for a long time, only waiting for this Mr. Wei to appear. Even if the opponent is an immortal, the previous injury must not have time to recover. At this moment, Mr. Wei is determined not to be his own. The opponent he teaches, he is naturally fox and prettier, and he is not afraid of the old man in front of him.

Slap!

But just before this word was spoken, there was a fierce pain in Lu Houde's profile.

I didn't wait for him to come back to his senses, he only felt a flower in front of him, and a figure in white clothes appeared in front of him at that time.

Although the voice turned his back to him, the scorching flame embroidered on the back of the white robe still allowed Lu Houde to recognize the identity of the other party.

He didn't have the courage to criticize the opponent for taking action against him. Instead, he knelt down with fear and sincerity and shouted: "Lv Houde welcomes the master teacher!"

The disciples around me also recovered at that time and followed the example of Lu Houde, kneeling down and shouting: "The disciples welcome the master teacher."

"Clash against the sage, I made this palm for the old gentleman." The man in the white robe did not turn around, but a cold voice sounded at that time.

Of course, Lu Houde's heart is puzzled. This was originally to find Mr. Wei's troubles. Why did his head teacher suddenly call him a sage? But at this time, how could he dare to disobey half a point, and hurriedly lowered his head and said: "Thank you for the teachings."

......

Xie Minyu this time, what came to Xu Han and the others was no longer the majestic statue, but he himself.

He is much younger than Xu Han and others imagined, at least he looks less than 30 or so, even a lot smaller than Ning Zhumang and others, but in fact he has lived like this for hundreds of years. For the immortal, appearance is not a thing that can be used to measure age.

At this moment, he was in a white robe and agitated, turning a blind eye to Xu Han and others. He raised his head and looked straight at Mr. Wei standing on the wooden box. A smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth: "The junior collided, this is the case below

I don't know if the husband is satisfied with the processing. "

Xie Minyu has been in charge of Chixiao Gate for more than three hundred years. Naturally, he knows more about the many Xinmi in the gate than Lu Houde and others.

Several times with Mr. Wei, he gradually realized that this old man is far from being as simple as he imagined, especially after going back to read some records specially, although unbelievable, Xie Minyu still guessed vaguely. To the identity of the old man.

"The old man doesn't want to participate in the family affairs of the Chixiaomen." Mr. Wei looked at Xie Minyu, but he didn't comment on the kindness that the head teacher suddenly released.

"Mr. Gaoyi." Xie Minyu smiled, and then his face suddenly sank, "In that case, let's talk about the real fire of the golden crow in the hands of seniors."

Mr. Wei smiled faintly when he heard the words, his hand suddenly came out, and a golden flame suddenly appeared in his palm.

Rao Yi Xie Minyu’s three-hundred-year-old immortal's disposition also shook his body slightly at that time, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

"Do you want it?" Mr. Wei asked with a smile.

"This thing is related to my Chixiaomen's thousand-year heritage, and I would like to ask your husband to cut love. From then on, whether you are my husband or your friends, they are all the guests of my Chixiaomen." Xie Minyu said loudly.

"This thing was originally given to me by your ancestor Wu Xiaohe. It stands to reason that if you want it, I will return it." Mr. Wei said.

When these words were spoken, Xie Minyu's face was suddenly filled with joy, and he said: "Mr.'s character really makes younger generations admire..."

But when the word of service reached the lips, life stopped at that time.

Mr. Wei's open palm was squeezed sharply at that time, and the golden flame was easy to dissipate at that time.

The old man shook his head, and said with regret: "Unfortunately, I can't give it to you."

At that moment, the joy on Xie Minyu’s face instantly solidified, his clothes stirred, thousands of fire snakes swarmed behind him, stretching out his body with teeth and claws, he stared at Mr. Wei, He whispered: "It seems that Mr. does not want adult beauty?"

Mr. Wei didn't directly answer Xie Minyu's question this time, but looked at the handsome man in front of him with calm eyes.

He watched it for a long time, and it was full of more than ten breaths.

He naturally has his last resort reason. Such a reason is enough to impress many people. He has reason to believe that with Xie Minyu's three hundred years of practice, he can also figure out this truth.

But now Xie Minyu, with the addition of Heavenly Tribulation, he has seen too many dying people’s obsession with life. This is naturally understandable, but many times too deep attachments are exchanged for nature. Lost.

Obviously, Xie Minyu at this moment is gradually lost in this obsession.

So, the old man shook his head again and said: "No."

So, the fire snake whistling behind Xie Minyu, swarming towards the old man.

The old man's clothes vibrated, and the ground under his feet trembled~IndoMTL.com~A stone wall suddenly stretched out, stopping the old man to meet the roaring fire snake.

......

The battle between the immortals, the Megatron Heshan, even if it was only the initial temptation, also made this imperial city shake.

So.

In the palace, a man in a brocade robe frowned, put down the memorial in his hand, walked to the door of the hall, and looked with his hand.

At Longyin Temple, the sleepy old monk suddenly sat up, tilted his head and pondered slightly, then lowered his head, curled up the rosary in his hand, and recited Amitabha in silence.

In the sword-holding pavilion, the big man with a face full of flesh, looked at the rice bowl that had been moved a bit because of the sudden tremor of the earth, and stretched out his hand again to put the rice bowl back to its previous position, which was satisfied. Nodded, and once again immersed himself in bitterness.

In a mansion gate across the imperial city, an old scholar with a slender figure, hesitated slightly when he started writing, the ink dripped into the white rice paper, and a good character was destroyed. The old scholar was taken aback for a moment, and finally sighed slightly, but he didn't know if it was for this good character or something else...