Girl, I’ll Teach You Cultivation

Rao is rich in Tang Zhenshan's experience. He heard this moment, and his face still flashed a trace of color. Isn't this a blink of an eye? This remnant of the soul is the one who lost his eyes when he witnessed the paintings of Jiang Xiu.

Master Wu Long said: "I also ask the father to tell the truth, this person is a gift."

Since you can come up with a gift, you must have it in your hand.

How is Tang Zhenshan so old, how can he not see through the calculations in the minds of Wulong Master and others, he can bear Jiang Xiu once, paying the price of one arm for this. This is a **** lesson.

"It's all my own!"

The three masters present, no matter which one is a first-class one, the master has many singular skills, has many unpredictable means, Rao is Jiang Xiu martial arts to be higher, facing the top three masters There is no half chance of winning. If he really hates Jiang’s arming, he will sell Jiang Xiu in minutes, and it can be seen that Tang Zhenshan is still outstanding.

"Humph!"

The Wulong Master called Long Aotian’s arrogant disciple: "Tang Laosi. Don’t yell at Lao Tzu, you are not a mage, you will not be a symbol, where is the high-level symbol."

"I still don't explain it, be careful that I have a spell that will keep you sleeping."

This is not just rude. It is threat at all.

Tang Zhenshan's face changed greatly. He also heard that the Master kills people invisible, and can make people die directly in their sleep, silent. There is no cause of death in the fundamental investigation.

"Say, who is it?"

The atmosphere is now solidified.

In the face of Long Aotian’s hegemony, the people on the scene dared to speak out, they could not understand the face of Wulong’s group, but they were helpless, they could not afford it, they could only take a bit of sympathy. Tang Zhenshan.

Father is so troublesome.

Say it is equal to selling friends, not to say, it is difficult to be good, oolong group is not easy.

See Tang Zhenshan stretched and did not speak, Wulong Master said coldly: "Master, if you don't explain it, don't blame me for not telling the past."

He came to the past, if there is, a disciple in his district did not dare to step on his Tang Zhenshan's head. Oolong did not respect him from the bottom of his heart, or else his disciple would dare to call him Tang Laosi in public.

When he really talked about his identity, Tang Zhenshan was the hero of the battle, and the highest rank of Jiangcheng. The Tang family was in Jiangcheng. It can be described as a family, in contrast to the Oolong Master and others, but how can the Jianghu Warlock compare with him in terms of status.

The Confucianism and the Confucianism are confusing, and the martial arts are banned by the martial arts. Tang Zhenshan knew that they were so powerful that they were jealous of them.

"Do you say that?"

The Oolong Master approached step by step, and the terrible fierce light was shot in his eyes. If Tang Zhenshan did not say it, he would kill it.

"The deity sent!"

Suddenly a voice came.

Everyone did not hear the prestige, it was him, actually he, I saw Jiang Xiu slowly coming from the table, he was looking for death, knowing who the other person is, dare to stand up.

"Mr. Jiang!"

Jiang Xiu’s eyes swept away, and his eyes passed over Wulong Master, Nan Kui Master, Xiao Guo Shi and others. "This remnant of the soul is the gift of the deity to the Tang dynasty."

"It's you!"

In the eyes of Oolong Master, there was a flash of color, which turned out to be this kid. It’s so good, it’s no wonder that this kid can come in and sent Tang Zhenshan such a gift.

"Hello, you are bold. I dare to steal my statute."

Jiang Xiu brows a wrinkle: "Your statute?"

The eye of the Oolong Master suddenly screamed, and the murderous man flashed: "Quickly hand over the rest, this seat can also spare you a life, or else...;...;"

Jiang Xiu said: "How else?"

Master Wu Long said: "Otherwise, let you cross the body here."

hiss!

In the presence of the audience, I took a breath of cold air, so I am so embarrassed.

Tang Zhenshan's face changed greatly: "Oolong Master, you are also a famous person in the south of the Yangtze River. Why do you want to go through the end of the life with a symbol?"

When you say it, you will pass the symbol to the past.

Some of the mage on the side are also persuading: "Yeah, Master Wulong, don't generally see this kid, insult your identity." They don't want to help Jiang Xiu, but to Tang Zhenshan.

"Yeah, forget it."

There is power and no justice, how can Wulong be a person, and a kid in the district can steal such a treasure under his hand? Everyone in the heart is like a mirror, and it’s strange to blame this kid for not being lucky.

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But they underestimated the greed of Wulong Master and others. What he wants is not only the remnant of the soul, but what he wants is all that Jiang Xiu has, and all the good things in this kid are squeezed out. They look for it. Jiang Xiu must have other souls. The return to the same level of the symbol.

Master Wu Long said: "Dare to steal my treasure. If you don't surrender the remaining symbols, you will never be light."

Jiang Xiusi had no fear and looked at him with great interest.

After returning, he still handed over the martial arts strongman. But there is still no way to fight against the law. Although the cultivation of the Wulong Master is not awkward, the spell is probably the same, but it gives him a little desire to abuse the food.

"How do you want to start with your deity?"

Master Wu Long: "Do you use it?"

"Let you see the means of being here!"

When the voice was gone, his mouth suddenly closed, and his face was strangely dark, and then disappeared and disappeared. Suddenly, his mouth opened, and a black mist sprayed out of his mouth.

This group of dark fog constantly changes shape, like thousands of faces, there are children, there are adults, there are women, there are men, struggling in the dark fog, screaming and screaming, like the evil spirits of the nine secluded **** .

"what!"

This scene scared all the waiters on the scene, even some timid wizards, and Tang Wenchong, who had seen such a terrible scene.

I was scared that their faces were pale, and they did not enter, nor did they retreat.

"This, this...;...; 驭?"

Someone screamed.

"My God, really!"

"I didn't expect anyone to control ghosts. Strong, strong...;...;"

The Master takes the exorcism as his own duty, and the folks also have the Master's sword to go to the front and raise the ghosts. The people have awe of the ghosts, and see him so supernatural, scared and shivering.

Oolong saw the people present at the scene so frightened that he was very satisfied with his heart. He had this kind of unimaginable means to make him self-deprecating and even to be a god. How could you put Jiang Xiu's little life in his eyes.

But he saw Jiang Xiu indifferently, and there was still a bit of contempt in his eyes. He couldn’t help but anger and yelled: "Boy, let the evil spirits swallow you today."

Jiang Xiu was entangled by the evil spirits in the black air.

"Is he not afraid?"

"Scare scared!"

Everyone watching Jiang Xiu is like watching a fool. He still can't escape. People can kill ghosts and kill people. I don't know if I don't know how to escape. I must be scared.

You know, they are all mages, they are all trembled by the intimidating legs of the evil spirits in front of you. You are a little child who is not scared to death by life. You must be scared when you are scared.

Tang Wenchong kept going back and almost sat down on the ground, but he still said, "Mr. Jiang, run away. Hurry, the ghost will eat you."

The Zhang Fu was his eyes on Jiang Xiu's paintings. It was very angry and he felt that Jiang Xiu was killed again. The death is too embarrassing.

However, Jiang Xiu still turned a deaf ear and was calm.

"Dead to the end, but also with a big tail wolf."

"Installing a master?"

Jiang Xiu shook his head and looked very helpless. He was too disappointed. He thought that there would be any amazing means. It’s just a ghost. As long as you master the method, even ordinary people can raise it, and the ghosts raised are all scattered souls.

"Do you dare to call yourself a godlike person?"

"You dare to yell in front of the deity!"

I just laughed at the big teeth.

Looking at Jiang Xiu, not only does not retreat, but instead step by step, what is the cultivation of the gods, the so-called repairing the gods, the static is the wind on the side, the movement is accompanied by lightning.

At this moment, the wind in the inner court is on the rise!

The next moment, the thunder roared above the sky.

The momentum of the momentum, earth-shattering.

"Nine days of thunder and thunder!"

Jiang Xiu suddenly burst into drink, when the hands lifted the sky, the clouds above the sky, the electric dragon slammed down, and under the stunned eyes of everyone, the thunder of the bowl was caught in his hands.

The thunder blew up, and the heavens and the earth were like white.

I saw that his hair was flying, his clothes were flying, and he was covering the world, just like a god.