Chapter 1771

The evening Pavilion had already held his arm and said to the evening Pavilion in displeasure, "Hello, third younger martial brother, don't you stir up the relationship between me and my younger martial sister. How can I fight and kill every day? I just play iron every day and help master entertain guests?"

"No wonder it stinks of sweat all day long." The evening Pavilion raised his sleeve to cover his nose and pulled the scenery back several steps. It seemed that he hated the evening pavilion very much.

Evening Pavilion could not help but raise his arm to smell his body smell, found that there was no sweat smell, he looked very bad at the evening Pavilion and said: "sissy, do you want to fight again?"

"It's easy to fight This is not the way for cultural people to solve the problem. Second elder martial brother, I said a long time ago that you would change your image of a rude man. You can learn to cultivate flowers from the master brother, or learn embroidery from the younger martial sister. It is better than fighting with a sword all day long like a simple minded, well-developed grass. " Evening pavilion a long speech, actually is directly defined as the image of the evening Pavilion is a brainless idiot.

Night Pavilion eyebrows jump, after all or can't bear, he took out the sword, "sissy, I think you really owe a lesson!"

He had already carried his sword.

Wanting leaped into the distance with his lightness skill. His toes fell on the wooden fence on the other side. He leisurely arranged his hair and said to the evening pavilion with a smile: "second elder martial brother, you should try. Can you touch one of my hair with your third thought sword?"

Night Pavilion "hum" a sound, body shape a turn, is toward the evening Pavilion standing place to attack.

Scenery standing in the same place, she watched the evening Pavilion fly from one side to the other side with superb lightness skills, and then flew back to this side from there. The sword of the evening pavilion was always close to meeting the pavilion. However, the man in the evening Pavilion seemed to never feel discouraged, and he was still chasing after him.

This picture of you chasing me and running away has been seen many times. She can tell the final result without thinking about it. Unless it is the evening pavilion that wants to be chased by the evening Pavilion, the evening Pavilion will not touch the evening Pavilion for half a minute.

The lightness skill of the legs and feet is superior to that of the evening Pavilion except in the Xia Dynasty.

The night Pavilion and the evening pavilion have a small quarrel for three days and a big fight for five days. It is a strange thing that they don't quarrel one day. The scenery has no worries about who will hurt the other. Both of them have a sense of propriety. Since these two people are willing to fight, let them fight.

Soon after, there was a message about how the left-handed sword died. According to the Tibetan soldiers' house disciple who came back to report the news, there was no trauma on the left-hand sword. At first, everyone thought it was poison killing. Only after inviting people from the gold needle Shen family to see it, did they find that the left-hand knife died of heart rupture.

It's a strange thing to die of heart rupture without any trauma. The sudden death of the left hand knife does not have any evidence that it was done by the underworld. But everyone can be sure that this is really the work of the underworld. It must be the martial arts of the heresy, practicing the unorthodox Kung Fu, not the underworld What kind of people are they?

Bai Dao has already died of his left hand sword. In order to prevent such a sneak attack, the leader of the Wulin decided to entrust the Tibetan army house to protect Xiao Baishu. Of course, this is not because they can't believe in the strength of Xiao Baishu, a scholar of Yindi. However, the demon cult has always been unscrupulous, not afraid of 10000 yuan, just in case.

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