The Divine Martial Stars

"Hey? It’s a bull-and-mouth." The old Zhang was surprised.

Lao Zhengtou immediately stunned: "You are awkward, what is the old way, is the path is good."

Several old men are very curious to look at the young Taoist.

This is not the same as the so-called "good guys" who they sent out before, but it is not the same, and this little priest is too handsome, like a girl, there is a feminine atmosphere.

"This kid is too thin, it is estimated that I can't stand my fist." The old man shook his head and hugged his arms, decided not to shoot, afraid to kill people.

The other old men also looked at the young Taoist priests with curiosity.

"This head is really good, there is no trace of hair, it is a god." Old Zheng head staring at the black little donkey, the saliva is flowing out quickly, said: "Well, heavenly dragon meat, the ground meat, It must be delicious to cook meat."

The old **** stick didn't look at him with a good look. He said, "Let's eat a little whip in the future. You are all bleeding.... To be honest, this is awkward. It is possible to eat it. You eat it. Then follow my old family for twenty years."

"so smart?"

"I can't afford it?"

"I said it early."

"Retreat first."

The other old men, when they heard the old gods stick, said they were shocked and retired, letting out the place and hiding far away.

Oh shit.

The old **** stick is speechless.

The old folks, the old guys, are now like this?

The young Taoist priests are riding on the backs of the donkeys. They don’t pay any attention to these elderly people. His expression falls on the old gods’ sticks and bows slightly. He said: “The family teacher ordered me to come back and retrieve [pure sun sword], I don’t know. Old fish, can you still return the sword?"

The old **** stick haha ​​smiled and said: "Let you come to take the sword? It seems that your master has a high evaluation of you, let you take the sword alone."

"Pure yang, I am the first," the young Taoist with a smile, said: "green is blue and better than blue."

The old **** stick nodded slightly and said: "Well, you can wear yin and yang gossip robes, but you can also wear double swords. You should be a modern sage of pure yang. But, let alone, it’s true that you are self-proclaimed. Your Master was much stronger in the past, and he said that the blue is better than the blue."

I can't tell if this is sarcasm or praise.

The young Taoist sang, not annoyed, but smiled and said: "Thank you for the fish old predecessors praise, do not know, where the fishermen's predecessors are, whether in the temple, please show up, fight with me, complete the agreement of the year So let me get back [pure sun sword]."

"My descendant?" The old **** stick touched his chin and thought about it very seriously. Then he said that he was calculating, half awkward, saying: "You should come to Baoji City soon. You should wait a little longer, wait for thousands of years. It’s down, it’s not bad for two days.”

The young Taoist priest nodded very seriously and said, "Okay."

The old **** stick is very serious about observing the young Taoist priests. He suddenly pointed to the mahjong table in front of him and said: "Since it is coming, why not come over and play two?"

The young Taoist is still very serious: "Good."

He jumped from his back and squatted on the pile of horses at the entrance of the Lantern Temple. He smashed some weeds and threw them into the mouth. Then he stepped in step by step and naturally sat on the mahjong table. Opposite: "Please."

"Hey? Really come, I was just a polite one." Old gods stick.

The young Taoist looked up at him, did not speak, and his eyes were calm.

The old **** stick laughed: "But, since you want to play, then this time, we will play a little bigger," the old **** sticks and laughs and sat down, and raised his hand to say hello to others: "Old Zhangtou, Lao Wang Head, come, play with us two."

After an hour.

Oh.

The old **** stick swept the mahjong on the table and slammed it to the ground.

He stood up angrily and said: "If you don't play, don't play, Mom, why do you order me every time? Every time you win this little calf nose?"

"The trough." The old Zhangtou and the old king's head looked awkward: "You can still play like this."

The young Taoist priests stood up and calmly said: "Consignment, one million yuan won, and the troubled fish predecessors will be sent to Jintai in three days."

The old **** stick is very shameless: "Why are you a monk who wants to do the money? It is useless. It is better to forget it."

Young Daoist Road: "Well... seniors, do you know? The life of the sun is 5 billion years left."

The old **** sticks a glimpse: "What do you mean? This has something to do with me."

The young Taoist nodded and said, "So what do I want to do with money, what does it have to do with you?"

Old **** stick: "..."

"I know." The old **** stick has been silent for a long time, like the discovery of the New World. "Your master is so anxious to let you take the sword. It may not be because he thinks you can really get the "pure sun sword". But because he may not be able to stand your poisonous snake mouth."

The young Taoist smirked quite proudly: "I think so too."

“Rolling.” The old god’s face was defeated and said: “It’s the dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, and you are so happy to laugh, and soon disappear in front of Laozi. When my descendant arrives, I must The first time, let him blow your head and tear your mouth."

"The younger generation has left."

The young Taoist priests gracefully bowed and turned to the Lantern Temple.

The old **** stick looked at the back of the young Taoist, and suddenly said: "Little guy, what is your name?"

"There is no life Buddha, the road number is 'not extinguished'."

"Hey, your master can really give you a message."

"It's the path of the trail."

"Then your master is really big enough."

"The teacher is really broad-minded."

"Your Master's shameful ability, you really learned a lot, not to die, don't blame me for not reminding you, Jintaiguan is not as simple as it is, you broke into the nest, carefully burned your ass."

"Thank you for the predecessors of the fish, the younger generation knows, no matter what, please don't forget the one million yuan."

"roll."

The dialogue ended on this.

The young Taoist priests performed outside the temple, riding the donkey lightly, and the jingle bells jingled, disappearing into the darkness of the mountain road.

The old **** stick touched his chin, thoughtfully.

I did not expect that the pure Yangzong actually had such an unusual junior, which was a bit interesting.

Li Mu, this little bastard, still smashed outside, got back to Baoji.

Your kid, you have to meet your opponent.

"Li. Da. Shi, your name is Li, why is the calf nose teaching you a fish predecessor?" The old Zhangtou came together very curiously.

"Oh, when I used to walk in the rivers and lakes, I used a small number, the surname fish." The old **** sticks casually.

The old king looked thoughtfully: "That now, you will not use the trumpet."

......

......

early morning.

Fairy fog haunts the streets.

"who are you?"

Wang Shiwu was holding a freshly-fried dough stick, beancurd and mustard, and looked alertly at a blond white man who was blocking his way.

From the other side, he felt an undisguised hostility.

In the narrow streets, there are footsteps coming from behind.

Blocking before and after?

There are strange energy fluctuations in the air.

All this, let Wang Shiwu understand that a few white people appearing before and after, probably for their own, similar scenes, he is not the first time, but the ambush is a foreigner, but it is the first time.

"The person who killed you."

The white man in front of his mouth pouted, showing the smile of the beast. The next second figure disappeared into the original place. When he appeared again, he had already arrived behind Wang Shiwu, with a dagger burning with white fire in his hand, and stabbed toward Wang Shiwu’s Tianchi acupoint. .

Wang Shiwu’s head did not return, and a sword was appearing behind his back.

Ding!

Mars is sputtered.

The white fire dagger in the hands of the white man burst, his left and right hands and legs, there are sword marks that are deeply accessible to the bones, and they lose their ability to move and soften.

At the same time, two other white practitioners, there were psionic rifles in their hands, spitting fire tongues in the muzzle, and shooting at Wang Shiwu.

"court death."

Wang Shiwu is now angry.

The power of the psionic gun is very great, and it is easy to hurt the innocent. These foreign cultivators are so shots. Obviously, they don’t put the lives of ordinary people around them in their eyes... This kind of person, **** it.

Around his body, a dense sword light emerges, layered on top of each other, as if the peacock had opened the screen, blocking all the psionic beams.

"dead."

His body flashed.

The heads of the two whites flew into the air.

A long sword, I don't know when it appeared in the hands of Wang Shiwu.

Hey!

The clear applause sounded in the alley.

A young Caucasian man with gold-rimmed glasses and a slender figure walked up at the end of the alley. He used a fluent Chinese language and said: "It is a sword in the sword", a powerful repair and a brilliant Warfare, this is not a global practice, you have been passed down from heaven?"

Wang Shiwu’s face showed a dignified color.

He felt a hint of threat on this white man, a feeling he had never had before.

"What the **** are you?" Wang Shiwudao.

"We? No, you made a mistake, not us, but me." The young man supported the glasses frame with his right hand and said, "I am God."

......

......

"The original place is called Fulong Bend. In the Chinese deified legend, the dragon seems to be an auspicious beast."

The white-haired white man, behind a pair of angel wings that the layman can't see, stands at the top of the Fulong Bend and basically overlooks the entire Baoji City.

Below, there is a huge artificial reservoir in the meandering river, where the waves ripple.

He took out a blue-green apple with a bite of a mark on it. A faint scent of scent came out of the bare flesh, closed his eyes and intoxicatedly sniffed the scent. He threw the apple directly. Do it in the reservoir below.

"Long, long, rush to sprout, and grow into a towering tree, the glory of my Lord, coming soon, Yongle Shenyuan, will be re-emerged, hahaha."

This golden long-haired white man looks forward to joy and joy.

Everything went smoothly.

Baoji City is really a blessed land.