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Li Chi-mei made a decisive decision. Jingxue knew that the situation suddenly reversed after Li Zhichang killed Nian Lian Dan, not to mention that the night feather on the Qin Mengyao side, which was threatening to them, might not be able to resist them.
The charm of heaven sent it to the extreme and swept the Qinhuai River without a trace.
Li Zhichang took back Chang Jian’s wry smile, and Li Chi-mei was indeed a lean figure. He really spent a lot of effort in killing Li Dan. Although he had the characteristics of jade work, he quickly recovered, but Li Chi-mei seized this gap and didn’t drag his feet from here at all.
The Red Sun French King is a magnificent man with a gray beard. The Lama is naked and his eyes are shining. Li Zhichang’s height is a name.
Li Zhichang sighed lightly, "It’s easy for the French king to escape. Are you afraid that I will kill you if things still stay?"
The Red Sun French King smiled slightly. "Although the world is big, it is still a benefactor. Where can I escape?"
Li Zhichang whistled more and more at Qinhuai, and then said leisurely, "The good monk is fighting me. Although my glass is big, it can’t hold heaven and earth."
Li Zhichang said that the wine glass can’t hold heaven and earth, but the phrase "Heaven and earth forget into the wine glass" means that he is not arrogant.
The king of the red sun method "the setting sun shines and the feet are green and overcast;" Look at the lotus net. You should know that the benefactor can break the eagle’s edge and live Buddha’s heart and deal with me. I’m afraid I won’t be an old monk, and naturally I won’t talk. "
The so-called Huhualehan is a tantric term, which means that a person can be reincarnated with his profession without delusions, and he can always turn into a constant fan without knowing it. Only by eliminating delusions and verifying the truth and legality can he not turn to his own life and death with his own fate. If Huhualehan achieves this state, he will still have memories of his previous life even if he is reincarnated.
Qin Mengyao said indifferently, "Master will come since he knows this."
The Red Sun French King laughed. "Can the benefactor leave me alone even if I don’t come?"
Li Zhichang said, "Well, you almost killed my dream Yao. I won’t let you go. Don’t blame me for justifying a fault because I do."
Qin Mengyao sloped smile from the road "At the beginning, although the French king took advantage of people’s danger to be fair, if the road left, Mengyao would not necessarily perform better, but thanks to the French king, Mengyao could make progress. If the French king agreed to a hundred days later, Mengyao would end the feud. For example, this is a settlement between China and Tibet Wulin for hundreds of years."
The red sun French king’s monk’s clothes shot calmly and said, "Hold on to what you want."
Li Zhichang then said, "Even if the French king wins my dream Yao, I won’t promise to let the French king go. You can remember that."
Fang Yeyu asked, "Is Dao Jun a little domineering today?"
With a wave of his robe sleeve, Li Zhichang felt an irresistible force and fell into Qinhuai River involuntarily. He lost such a big face and naturally didn’t want to come out of the water and swim away from the bottom of the river.
Li Zhichang sighed leisurely, "I naturally want to be overbearing if I have high martial arts, otherwise what should I do to practice this shocking martial arts?"
The Red Sun French King also drifted to the Magician’s Palace, and his minor characters naturally fled despondently.
Demonbane Shi Zhongtian, the three great masters outside China, actually gave Li Zhichang a retreat, and it’s not a hidden place to go out. I don’t know how much uproar it will cause.
Chapter 41 deja vu
After everyone left, Qin Mengyao restrained himself and laughed and said, "The ancestor Pang Ban has probably gone to Xining Dojo."
"I know," Li Zhichang gently vomitted a sigh like a white practice flying ten feet away before slowly dispersing.
"The immortal seal of the Red Sun French King is really fierce. Even if the founder wins a record, he has to adjust his luck." Qin Mengyao’s heart andao is more looking forward to this. Instead, she will fight the Red Sun French King in a hundred days.
Li Zhichang looks at the direction of Xining Dojo, and the clouds are indeed denser there.
Then the dark iron epee was photographed by Li Zhichang. He looked at it silently and said, "Is this our first time or goodbye?"
Qin Mengyao curiously looked at the dark black darksteel epee with a faint red light, which was indeed an extraordinary magic weapon. He asked, "It’s rare that this sword is made of darksteel, and I don’t know where Nian Lian Dan got so many darksteel."
"This dark iron is not a product of the world and should come from outer space," Li Zhichang mused.
Moreover, this epee should be the same as the one he found in the secluded valley, which is even more strange. It seems that there is an invisible cause and effect to manipulate his actions
Li Zhichang hates this feeling. Not everyone likes fate.
Qin Mengyao cut her loose hair and suddenly remembered something and said, "What did the founder mean when he said’ See you for the first time or goodbye’?"
"Thinking of some things in the past, Pang Spot is coming to an end." Li Zhichang said slowly.
Xining Dojo now seems to have become the first tower of Shura Hell, with a pool of blood at the bottom.
Black hair flying, deep and unpredictable eyes, no half of human beings should have feelings.
I think the monk’s white dress is fluttering, and Li Zhuo’s pang spot still shows his mood from elegant but sad eyes.
Except for the chance to escape, the immortal sent the master to die, and all this was caused by Pang Spot.
Since then, he and Pang Spot have never had a real fight, and every step in Pang Spot’s walking square has harvested a fresh life and cut off the right path and a hope for the future
I want the monk to say slowly, "Brother Pang is too guilty to be afraid of retribution for the sorcerer’s palace in the future?"
"I don’t know what I’m afraid of. Zhu Yuanzhang killed thousands of times more people than I did. Since the founding of the People’s Republic of China, even if you sent military politicians to die, many of his hands have to be bald. That’s also the first time to report his grandson. Didn’t you say that all beings are generally equal? You people in the right way have killed less people than me?" Pang Spot’s deep and unpredictable magic voice echoed through this flesh-and-blood pouring field.
Think of the monk’s saying that "the magic teacher must argue."