The nangongshan coldly light drink a flash to one side and Chen Gugu master is also a lag, came to the front of Chen Gugu master two people face confrontation, seems to be in an instant, is ready to start work.

Billie Chan Chen Jiagu’s master is highly praised by the current seven schools. The leader is strong in fixing the truth, and naturally he won’t put Nangong Qing in the eye. The rest of Ouyang Ming and Hou Jiagu’s master Hou Peng are quietly twisting their bodies and looking at Nangong Qing and Billie Chan. They are staring at them like watching a play. Twilight and I see that they have no intention of starting work. We can’t help Nangong Qing or look at Billie Chan and Nangong Qing with cups.
Billie Chan’s hands naturally held back and attached a layer of lightly red breath, but the red breath became more and more thick, a breath of the earth, and such breath attached to the place was not underestimated. Nangong Qing raised his right index finger and middle finger at Billie Chan, and naturally put the sword finger together. generate had a white gas sword, and the war was looming.
Billie Chan and Nangong Qing blended together at a very fast speed for a short moment, and they pushed each other for hundreds of times. The average person couldn’t see the speed clearly, but I saw them fighting really.
"boom"
The breath around two people suddenly burst to Billie Chan, which is worthy of being a seven-door leader. Although Nangong Qing was as strong as Ouyang Ming and Hou Peng when they met, he didn’t take advantage of Chen Yubing. Presumably, Billie Chan still didn’t need to make enemies with Nangong’s family.
Billie Chan raised his hands and used knife gas to cut off the shock wave, tearing the Nangong white Tang suit, leaving a series of wound blood flowing out of the Nangong Qing body, and then going to the Nangong Qing body in this way is also a little bit scattered. Billie Chan’s face is smiling coldly, and he can even read the spell and make a little progress in the process of starting work. I naturally won’t have the slightest illusion about this first world war.
"alas"
I sighed bitterly. Sunset Snow is not stupid. How can Nangong Qing stop Billie Chan’s air knife attack from doing anything about the present situation and then said to me, "What should we do in this situation?"
"I’ll stop them, and then you can take your grandfather away and leave me alone."
I glanced at it and watched the game with great interest, and then gave this sentence to Muxue Muxue with a wry smile. I nodded hard and agreed to my decision.
"Ha ha Chen Xiong deserves to be the leader."
Hou Peng praised Billie Chan’s strength, but in the face of such secular praise, it really makes people feel a bad cold. Of course, I won’t be white now. This makes me very ashamed.
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Chapter 24 Tea House Storm (4)
The nangongshan Qing face constantly oozing cold sweat Billie Chan drove him back repeatedly and was scarred. How can I continue to get him into trouble when I see this situation? I just want to end the battle in Billie Chan and raise my hand knife and split it towards him. I got up from the tea table.
"Stop it. He and I have no grievances. If you want to kill me, come at me. There is no need to hurt outsiders."
My words made Billie Chan put away his hand. He smiled and turned back to the table. This time, the speaker was him instead of Ouyang Ming.
"I ordered them to go."
Billie Chan’s words are full of cold and domineering, and there is a kind of irresistible momentum. Naturally, his meaning doesn’t include me. I nodded at Sunset Snow, and Sunset Snow rushed to Nangong Qing without any hesitation. She stretched out her hands and arms and held Nangong Qing. Obviously, she was seriously injured in this fight and didn’t even have the strength to speak. She said, "Let you do more. Since you like to be a hero, we won’t play with you."
Sunset snow struggled to help the Nangong clear away and move towards the door. In the process, he turned his head and looked at me sitting there. My face looked at them indifferently as if their arrival had nothing to do with me.
By the time they get out of Ya, I’m alone in the face of the three strongest and top three masters, and any one of them can kill me with a finger, so I’ll just do it.
After I sent away Nangong Qinghe Muxue, I struggled in vain, closing my eyes and waiting for them to do it quietly. Anyway, it is meaningless for me to live in this world, so I might as well end my life happily.
"Yan Yan, I’m coming."
Ouyang Ming has raised his hand and pestered me. I can feel his breath moving, despair, marginal despair, and everything is coming to an end.
"Ouyang Ming, wait a moment. I have something to ask him."
Billie Chan stopped Ouyang Ming from moving, and I barely escaped. My body was covered with a layer of cold sweat. When people die, their hearts are still full of fear. For me, I will naturally not thank Billie Chan for further cuts.
I suddenly opened my eyes, raised my head and looked straight at Billie Chan. His expression did not change. He took a sip of tea from his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes. He suddenly smoked cigarettes and climbed to the square.
"Killing you is as meaningless to us as running over an ant. I want you to take me to find the fairy source."
As soon as Billie Chan said this, I finally saw the chance of life. Naturally, I won’t miss it easily. But my current situation is that I want to set foot in the celestial world to find the source of immortality. It is simply "tearing the tiger’s tail and calling for help and dying."
"I can’t reach the fairy source by cultivating the boundary root now, let alone looking for it."
I said to Billie Chan in a sincere tone. Obviously, I didn’t have any intention to lie to him. I also noticed that his look became extremely ugly. I waved my hand and showed my helplessness.
Immortal source practitioners dream of spring water, so that they can resist nine thunderbolts when they meet the bottleneck stage. Every level of repair and promotion will encounter nine thunderbolts, and people’s body functions will be more active and they will live forever.
I couldn’t help feeling deeply after experiencing such a life-and-death dilemma. My heart said, "Life is going up and down too fast." My eyes fell on a cold Billie Chan face. This man seems to be tall and stalwart, and many ants still drag out an ignoble existence. What’s worse, I can tell myself a truth in my survival: "To live, I must be able to persist in what I have lost and I will regain it."
I stirred up a corner of my mouth at Ouyang Ming, deliberately provoking him. I didn’t think that he was really caught in the face of my pride. I couldn’t help moving forward and ready to start work on me, but he wasn’t stupid enough to take the lead in asking Billie Chan for advice before starting work.
"It’s a disaster for us to keep him. I’m afraid it will be even more difficult to deal with him when he is repaired. We will kill him before he returns to his peak."
Ouyang Ming obviously doesn’t want to leave me in this world. For him, it must be wildfire never quite consumes them and they are tall once more in the spring wind.
"Ouyang Ming, I warn you that I have my own discretion. When will it be your turn to teach me?"
Obviously, Ouyang Ming’s sudden interruption angered Billie Chan, the leader of the body, and it was imminent to find the immortal source. Presumably, Billie Chan was about to face a new revision and promotion. Without the immortal source, he would eventually be struck by lightning, and now the situation obviously tied my life to his own. Once I die here, he can stay in the realm of fit. It is absolutely beyond imagination to achieve a degree of robbery.
"Yes, I know."
Ouyang Ming was ashamed to say that he had to listen to Billie Chan. If his eyes can kill people, I don’t know how many times he killed him. Obviously, the situation now, I have a powerful umbrella of Billie Chan, let alone killing me. I believe that Billie Chan will definitely let him disappear from this world.
In fact, I don’t mind taking Billie Chan to find the source and establish a strong enemy when I have reached a certain level of self-cultivation. It is not terrible for a true practitioner to be truly powerful, but it is his own heart and my heart. Their enemies will never be white. They want to kill me, but they have to admit that times make heroes.
"Let them out."
I said to Billie Chan with an expression on my face. Obviously, it is not convenient to disclose things to someone in the place.