Chapter 968 All the Tigers Are Here!

"What? Uncle Xingyi flew a shot and injured the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint, the King of Northwest?"

"Have you heard that? Xingyi Bo's eyes injured the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint, and he shed a lot of blood!"

"Xing Yi Bo defeated the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint!"

"What nonsense? Xingyi Bo, just Zhenxiang, can make the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint shed blood and defeat Lian Lu? Besides, the two of them have no grievances and no grudges, why did they fight? What? You said you saw it with your own eyes, so that's not enough. Don't believe it, do you know why? ”

"Treat hatred because of love?"

"My uncle next to my second uncle has a friend who specializes in helping the Hangkong Temple. He said it himself, it's impossible to be wrong! That woman is very moist!"

"The sand river is turbid and rushing, and it is vast and vigorous, far less clear than the water of the Huai River, and it is nourishing people."

Dragon King's tour.

Liangqu descended on the wind, waved the waves and split a deep canyon, and threw huge rocks among the crowd, causing big waves. The entire Datong Mansion was sensational and surging for it!

There has not been such a strong topic of discussion for many years.

Putting aside the rumors and making good news, more witnesses have pieced together a corner of the truth in the evening.

Experts’ matchup!

Considering that Zhang Longxiang has not avoided it under his eyes, this pair of moves is more like being recruited.

Four Passes, galloping horses, wolfs and smoke, hunting tigers, Zhenxiang, Tianlong·-This is the correct name of the realm and the name of a person.

People in the world are polite and face to face. They will not call their names directly, and even if they are behind the scenes, they will be called honorable titles, just like Liang Qu calls them Xingyi Bo and Liang Lang General by outsiders.

When a warrior enters the four levels, he can be respectfully called a small martial artist between the countryside.

Martial arts and martial arts masters can be a teacher.

When leaping and hunting a tiger, he also gave the word "big" before the word "martial master", "Grandmaster, it means that everyone is prosperous", which means that he is profitable, and he points out three points of respect and three points of status.

When the title of Zhenxiang was reached, the title was no longer added, and suddenly it changed. The martial artist became a master, a master, a person who started a sect and established a sect. Just the title changed, it shows the difference between the two realms.

Then to Tianlong—·

A saint is a way, a sound.

The Tao is omniscient, the wise shines everything, and the hearing of the sound is known.

A master of the first realm, slashing a saint with a gun, slashing a saint, silence of how extraordinary the saint is, what kind of magical weapons he uses, how easy it is to wait for his work. The only word can be concealed is incredible!

The realm of practice is unparalleled in the world, and the combat power is even higher than that of the realm!

Hanging in the temple.

The shadows of the trees are swaying, the wonderfully winged birds run around the eaves, and the monkey rides the elephant and waving the branches to charge.

The disciples of the Five True Traditions have a wider understanding and talked about it at the Yaji Conference in the evening.

"If you hurt the Martial Saint, that shot must be extraordinary. The Dragon and Elephant Martial Saint is definitely not aimless, but is mostly prepared."

"Is it because of learning? Rumors about the skills of Dragon Elephant Martial Saint, I am happy to see the hunting?"

"It's not just that, but it's also possible to find opportunities for breakthroughs. But why can Xingyi Bo master such extraordinary skills? Who taught him? How can he learn to master it?"

"I, Guanxing Yibo, is a man with a strong strength and a style of shooting, which is easy to compare with the second level master. After obtaining the Buddha's birth, he will do his best to fight. When he encounters some three-level gods who do not have the magical power of fighting, he will also have a fight. Power, a vivid replica of the former dragon and elephant!”

"After the Northwest King, will there be another Southeast King?"

"Why are those who fight magical powers more likely to be outstanding?"

"It can be seen that there is no unity in the world, only your own fist can rely on!"

The practitioners of the Cave Heaven and Tiandao family sat cross-face, straightened their backs, analyzed them with great insight, expressed their opinions, and were more incisive than the boasts from outside the world, and explored the truth more.

What space, what cause and effect.

All are false.

The magical power should be attacked. This is the version answer given by Xing Yibo, please copy it!

"Is this the fuck?" The Taoist priest from Lou Guantai expressed his feelings and killed a pot of fragrant tea.

"Amitabha, I feel sorry for the flowers, plants, birds, beasts and trees in the back mountain." The monk in the Hanging Temple pulled the Buddhist beads,

Recite sutras and save the dead.

"Then Xingyi Bo can actually ride a dragon. It is more majestic than the nine-tailed phoenix bird in my Wutong Tower! Alas, it's boring." The Xiutu in Wutong Tower felt depressed and leaned against the tree to relieve sorrow.

The disciples of the true dynasty have their own styles.

"Hey, little master!" Someone shouted, attracting everyone's attention. "It is said that the Interpretation of the Book says: 'The lion is a string, and all the strings of the drum are gone'. Is this true or false?"

"I heard of it." The young monk scratched his head, "but I don't read much of the little monk's books, and I don't know which scriptures it says."

"Is that fake?" Someone laughed.

"How could it be fake? A string made of lion tendons. When playing this string, the other strings were broken." The person who asked the question sighed slowly, "We are the broken strings."

Silence was spoken for a moment.

The moonlight is bright, and the breeze in the courtyard is turning over the leaves.

Ask the new Buddha, summon the Tathagata, answer three questions, and kill the Dragon and Elephant Martial Saint--a few major events, all in just one month.

It happened to one person.

Looking at the sky with your head.

Who is not lonely?

"'Lion Strings'" is a folk legend, not a Buddhist classic. "Huikong walked into the courtyard and saluted everyone under the moonlight, "Dear pilgrims, the little monk had heard another statement. ”

"Oh, I hope you will hear it carefully."

"The tiger's soul zither uses the tiger's bones as pillars and the tendons as strings. When it is drummed, all the tigers will arrive."

Give it a first-class product.

Laughs were everywhere.

Lan robe Taotu picked up the teapot and wanted to dry it. When he found it was empty, he stretched out his neck and said, "So, the Buddhist son of the Hangkong Temple said that we are for the group of tigers?"

Huaikong smiled and said, "Yes or no, how can the little monk make a decision after he said it?"

The Taoist priest thought about it and gave a thumbs up: "Master Huaikong, you will become a master or monk in the future!"

"Amitabha."

A small courtyard not far from Yahui.

The otter opens the tin staff in his hand, and the tiger carries the wind, and the advance and retreat are well-founded, and the silver rings collide.

"Senior brother, did you really beat it?" Xiang Changsong turned around in surprise.

"Yes." Lu Gang said, "It's also idle, so it's not easy to get rid of. A few days ago, I went down the mountain to find a blacksmith shop. I didn't take much effort and taught both skills. The master lent me the stove."

"Master, senior brother, junior brother, junior sister, brother and sister, dragon brother, are out for dinner!" Xu Zishuai brought the food box into the house and brought out a plate of hot dishes. They were all meaty. When everyone arrived, look around, "Ah, Ah, Did the water wake up?”

"I'm sleeping soundly."

"Forget it, don't care about him, leave one, let's eat it first. I haven't seen meat for a long time."

Xu Zishuai sat down with chopsticks, and the rest were unquestionable.

No matter where everyone goes, A Shui can always be the focus and become a stolen person.

Only outsiders who have no knowledge will chatter.

them?

I've been used to it long ago.

The next day.

In the bedroom.

The fragrance lingers.

Liang Qu opened his eyes and two airflows spurted out of his nose. With one shot, his muscles were still a little sore, but his spirit was very full. Long Eying's long hair scattered onto his chest. He stretched out his hand and touched it. , took out a booklet from Long Lingxiao's pocket.

After killing the dragon, Zhang Longxiang gave him a three-page booklet, saying that it was a heart-huo experience. Before Liang Qu Shang could read it carefully, he turned back to sleep because he was too tired.

Turn it open.

The first two pages of the booklet record a way to seal the heart fire, which can suppress the daily consumption of heart fire, alleviate the sleep needs caused by it, and compress it to two hours, which is equivalent to the "power saving" mode, and when encountering critical moments, there is no need to deliberately Unsealing the seal, the heart reaches the fire, which is very convenient.

"call!"

The unstoppable flow of tears is the sequelae of the bleeding line.

Close your eyes and slow down for a while, Liang Qu turned to the end of the album.

The third page is for the construction of the sea of ​​qi.

A sloppy pattern is in the middle.

"Three-dimensional triangle?"