I'm Actually a Cultivation Bigshot

Li Nianwa saw his appearance, not to bear to see him, the mouthway: "Riji Moon, life is dead, this is the rules between heaven and earth, you don't even understand the true world, how can you pursue your own way?"

"Ten years, see Spring to autumn, century-old can tell the old disease, thousands of years, the dynasty is replaced, Wan years can see the fighting star movement. These are the first night, if the mortal goes with a day of view to see the world, no Different in the well, fishing month. "

The scholar whole body is shock, and the look of the face is constantly changing, and sometimes excited, sometimes it is.

Li Nianfei did not take him again, but went back to the mountain.

Can only help here, can you want to rely on himself.

Although Changsheng is a dream for everyone, if you enter madness for this, it is not worth it, people still recognize realistic.

After returning to the residence, Li Nianfan lost two big squats to Xiaobai, reported the dishes you want to eat today, quietly enjoy lunch alone.

At this time, far in a thousand miles away, a white-haired old man with a boy who is thinking about Wan Jian Xianzong.

They are also the Jian Xian, the Jianfei.

Along the way, the old man is asking for a shortness, and his eyes have compassion.

The teenager finally couldn't help but asked: "Master, Wan Jian Xianzong is now afraid that there is no longer existed, what are we going to do?"

The old man sighed: "Take a rush, our cultivator is going against the sky, it seems to be super offset, but it is a crisis everywhere. If there is one day, it is difficult to die, I am afraid that there is no one in the corpse."

"I and white dust is the sword, and I will fight for a hundred years, and I will help the old guy."

"Master, if you meet the sword demon?" Juvenile worried.

The old man does not matter: "I touched it. I didn't live a few years, when you run directly, I will give you time."

His eyes are somewhat embarrassed, with a tired mood.

How glory is five years ago, I can't think of the sword. I have been overwhelmed by the sword. I am old, my strength is not as good as before, I will not be in the eyes of the sword. Otherwise, I am afraid it is dead.

With the mourner of the white dust-free guy, it must not escape, and now the body is 800%.

The two have rolled over a long rain in the air, and they quickly came to the Sword of Wan Jianxiao.

At this moment, if the old man feels feeling, look at the void in the distance.

Three Changhong is far from far and nearly,

It is just after listening to Li Nan's story and go home.

See the old people, white dusty, "Zhao Lao Hei, how come you?"

Zhao Laou also stunned a moment, glanced at the white dust: "White is clean, why don't you die? I am still ready to get the corpse!"

White dust is not angry, slight smile, "Hahaha, you will be an old age, I am sure behind you, just to give you the corpse."

"Hey." Zhao's old man did not refute, curious: "Is the sword devil challenged you? Are you hiding?"

"I will hide? Zhao You, who can't look??" Who didn't blindly felt, and then the corner of his mouth evoked the arc of a trace, and released his own breath.

Zhao Laoou has a whole body, and the pupil is awesome and shocked: "You, have you entered a debut?"

White dust did not speak, just smoking his eyes.

"How do you break through? This is not reasonable! I am not bad better than you!" Zhao did not live with white dust and sour.

"There is no way, I will break through." White is free.

Zhao's face is a little unnatural, and the arches of the arches are: "Congratulations on white."

His voice is full of bitterness, I originally the same starting line, suddenly found that my friend is over, this mood is really uncomfortable.

"Zhao's old man, we have a few hundred years of sex, calling my seniors to blame, and we are still the same as before." White dust is busy.

Zhao Lao He is insisted: "The strength of Xianxian is respect, I call you a predecessor without suffering."

White dust-free looks at Zhao's head, but the heart is a sigh.

With the temper of Zhao, don't say that I broke through the way, even if it was established, he would not necessarily bird himself.

But now it is down to yourself, only one reason.

His life is afraid.

It is desirable to see his face after white dust, look at his disciples.

The cultivar pursues longevity, but can a few people?

There are two hundred years of life, and the golden Dan is four hundred years. The Yuan Ying period is 800 years. It is a thousand six hundred years. It is pushed. Only through the three disasters and nine robes, I am afraid it can get a long life. Bar.

Difficult, difficult to go on the sky.

The remaining life of Zhao's head, I am afraid it will not exceed 50 years.

When I went on the heart of Zhao's mind, I saw the old friend, and I was sigh in my heart.

He sinking, and finally wanted to help an old friend, open the mouth: "Even if I break through the robbery, do you think I will be the opponent of the sword?"

Zhao's old brow is slightly wrinkled, does not understand the meaning of white dust.

White dust is said: "In fact, I can break through because I have received a high person, and the sword is also killed by the high person!"

"what?!"

Zhao's voice has become sharp, and the face is full of incredible look.

The youth behind him is also a dark dragonfly, which seems to hear the most incredible things in the world.

It can make the Yuan Baby Breaking to the enchantment, how powerful this high person is.

Zhao's old tone urgently promoted: "You didn't joking with me? This is a cacto means."

"In fact, I think the other side is far from being so simple." The white dusty tone is full, and then the encounter is said.

The expression of Zhao's old man is also constant, from shocking, awesome, and then returning.

Manufacturing aura purifier, manufacturing the filters of Lingshui.

The key to the sword is only a draft.

A piece of jade with the will of the Phoenix will make the sword to gray.

White rice porridge containing the rhyme.

How do you listen to it like a heavens?

Until the white dust-free start, when the story of Li Nanyi said, Zhao's face was sinking.

"White dust, I admit that your strength is higher than me, but this is not the reason you can play!" Zhao's old man is not good: "Are you told me about telling me? Make me play!"

White dust-free smile: "Zhao Laoou, I really didn't lie to you, wait until you will tell me to listen to me tomorrow."

Don't say Zhao's old man, in fact, when he speaks, he feels a little dream. These things are really incredible. If you see it, no one will believe it.

"Listen to you? Do you be a three-year-old child?" Zhao Head rushed, his face was red.

I have a faster old man, let me go to listen to a story with a bunch of children, is this not a worker?