Heavenly Lord of the Myriad Realms

The idlers of the four surrounding views are scattered, the old scouts among the state soldiers, the old masterpieces of the Tingyi government, and the more than a dozen of the masters who are proficient in tracking and tracking the secrets of the law.

From time to time, there were some things that were too late to clean up last night. For example, the big iron spears of the angry flames, the special killing of the scorpion, and the palace white dew were killed by the green gull. Blood fog, but a lot of clothes and pieces scattered all over the floor, this has been found one by one.

The Chu people laid a three-layer thick carpet on the official road and quickly put on a set of tables, chairs and tea sets.

Chu Yu and Sima chased the wind and sat on the tea, quietly watching the subordinates work hard in the jungle. Their work soon yielded results. The official road was covered with a large tarpaulin, three twisted big iron spears, twenty-nine killings, and more than three hundred pieces of clothes left by Gong Bailu. The pieces, as well as the pieces of some of the accessories on his body, were found one by one and placed neatly on the tarpaulin.

Sima chased the wind and looked like water on the tarpaulin.

Born in the Dajin family, Sima looked at the wind and recognized the origins of these big iron spears and 弩矢.

Angry and rushing, killing!

It’s just a matter of anger and anger. As long as there is money and strength, and there is a certain relationship, you can find the sorcerer’s private casting.

In the vast Zhangzhou, under the Chu family, at least three or five households have this strength, and this courage has been privately cast into anger. For example, the in-laws of Chu, such as Ling’s prosperity in these years, is one of them.

But kill it!

Sima chased the wind and looked at Chu.

Chu Yu also looked at him with gaze.

The two looked at each other and turned their heads. Their brows are wrinkled at the same time. The killing here is not taken by the other party. Who is it? Ling's certainly does not have this strength. Without this foundation, if it is not Sima Taishou, it is not Chu, who will it be?

A thin body with a ugly face like an old hyena was enshrined on a tarpaulin and carefully sniffed on the vestige of Gong Bailu's clothes. There is a piece of thumb-sized piece of clothing that sticks to the flesh and blood of a mung bean-sized piece. This small piece of flesh that was carefully left by the palace white dew was carefully licked with a tongue tip and tasted carefully. Something.

"Master, terrible!" After a full quarter of an hour, this offering was raised and suddenly came to Chu.

"Less Lord, killing Bai Lu's brother is an extremely terrible master. One blows the fate, the body is broken, and the flesh and blood of Bai Lu's brother does not have the breath left after the rapid flow of Wu Yuan, which proves that he is too late for luck. The other party only has a blow to his life!"

"The old thought, what level of cultivation of this person?" Chu Yu Bai Yu as a jade's handsome face across a cloud, he hates this uncontrolled thing. Gong Bailu is one of the best in Chu's offerings. Can he be able to kill him? How much more powerful?

"Tianpin, and at least the ‘Tianjun’ master.” The ancient ugly old face was pumped, and he said his judgment in awe.

The face of Sima's chasing the wind suddenly became stiff.

Chu Yu gently snorted, his face is not very good-looking.

Dajin’s grade for Wu Dao’s cultivation was defined as the simple quenching of bones and bones, and the inability to cultivate the “Wu Yuan” was the “everything”.

The cultivation of the "Wu Yuan", which was cultivated from one year to ninety-nine years, is ‘character’.

Wu Yuanxiu has broken through the past 100 years and has not yet reached the millennium. It is for the "land products."

When Wu Yuanxiu breaks through the millennium mark, he is a master of ‘Tianpin’. Any one of the masters of heavenly products can occupy one side and call for the wind.

Tian, ​​Di, and Ren are martial arts, one to three are ‘teacher’ grades, four to six are ‘jun’ grades, and seven to nine are ‘尊’ grades. The so-called master of the heavenly king is the terrible figure of Wu Yuanxiu who is more than 3,000 years old and less than 6,000 years old.

A thousand-year-old ancient wood can be waist-covered and thunder-stricken. If a person's small body is accommodated for a thousand years, it is not difficult to imagine how terrible he can be.

"Tianjun, Tianjun, Hey, Tianjun!" Sima chasing the wind and quickly flicking the table, said with a gloomy face: "In these few days, Zhangzhou is really a wind and cloud meeting. It is a hero hero. Chu Little master, what do you think?"

Chu Yu indulged for a moment, and then asked Sima to pursue the wind: "Too Shou said, what is it?"

The sound of Sima's chasing the wind suddenly reduced the three tones. He pressed his voice and said: "At least, whether it is the one behind Chu, or my Sima family, everyone has a dispute of interests, but they are all their own. !"

Sima looked at the wind and looked at Chu Yu: "Since this is the time to take office, Chu has suppressed the official for the sake of that person. The official has not made any fierce response. However, some people can be different. ""

Chu Yu took up the tea pot, took a sip of tea and smiled softly: "However, this matter has to be straightened out. Why are people who are too strict, people of Ling's, and people of mine, I will die here at the same time. We must always understand this before and after."

When the purple servants were busy with the scouts, the old masterpieces, and the masters of the offerings, he also curiously followed these people to probe the brain.

The old servants of the state soldiers, the old masterpieces of the Tingfu government, and the offerings of the Chu family were all ridiculously ridiculously ridiculed by the purple robes, and the various words of the ‘big rebellion’ were not overwhelming.

But the purple robes are extraordinary and refined, the handsome and non-human appearance, and the fascinating Fanghua of Fengjing behind him, the horrible atmosphere of the six followers, all the factors add together, let the purple son invisible There is a mysterious aura.

No one dares to yell at him, and no one dares to say that he is offensive to him. He can only tolerate the purple boy to be with him, just like a curious baby.

In the end, the purple son satisfied his curiosity. He slaps the broken branches of the branches hanging on the sleeves, and swayed to the front of Chu and Sima.

Very rude, a pair of self-cooked, Zizizi pointed to the tea table between Chu and Sima, and screamed at the white maids behind Chu: "A group of stupid gimmicks who have no eyes to see, Your guests are on the door, don't you put them on the table and chairs?"

"Oh, remember, this son has cleanliness, the tea utensils used by others must not be touched. Hurry to change a new tea pot, I like fine porcelain with a little scented tea, if it can outline the purple lace It’s better. If it doesn’t, the fine white porcelain is barely.”

The Zizi Gongzi’s slogan gave orders, and Sima chased the wind and Chu Yu at the same time, and then laughed at the same time.

Chu Yu pre-emptively bowed to the Zizi Gongzi: "Dare to ask the son of the name of the surname, why did you come to the wild land of Zhangzhou?"