In the later stages of building the foundation, he was wanted by the Dao Ting Division.
Ink painting is in my heart.
If he thinks about it slightly, he knows that he can't beat it!
In the early stage of building the foundation, the Fire Buddha built the foundation in the late stage.
The formation method does not work.
This kind of wicked people who are deeply killed must be cunning and highly vigilant.
Under the days of heaven, he killed him, I'm afraid he would not hide his perception at all.
What's more, he has three helpers.
Two big men, one palm is rough, the other is full of flesh, and the one is a thin monk.
They can follow the fire Buddha.
And it must be sinful, for non -preparation, and the means are ruthless.
The ink painting was judged instantly. These bad guys were not solved by themselves.
Especially in this kind of, there is no preparation, in the case of accident ...
"Keep your own life tight!"
The ink painting silently retracted his eyes, his expression was as usual, and he continued to lower his head and smoked noodles.
It just quietly accelerated the speed of eating noodles, the cheeks were round, "snoring and snoring", three times and five, two, and two, finished the rest of the noodles, and the soup was clean.
Ink painting pulls out two spirit stones, put it on the table, and try to make your voice as different, not different, crispy:
"Boss, checkout!"
The store said with a smile: "Little boy walks slowly."
The ink nodded, got up and left.
As soon as I took a step, I heard a low and kind voice in my ears:
"Little boy ..."
Ink painting tightly, feeling that I seemed to be locked by a strong consciousness.
Eighteen lines of peak consciousness!
Ink painting helplessly, pretending to be ignorant, turned his head to look.
See the other table, the man who has a tall figure and is kind, and has been silent before, looking at himself.
The man looked calm and his voice was gentle, but his eyes were a little deep:
"You ... recognize me?"
The ink paint
"Uncle, who are you?"
The man's eyes were slightly sinking, his face was unhappy, and his heart was puzzled ...
In theory, he cannot be recognized ...
Anyone who has seen his face, no matter whether it is men, women, and children, he should kill him, and then he burns to ash.
What cannot be killed is also the senior management of Daoting Division, or an experienced Division.
Xiu Wei is at least more than Jin Dan.
This childish ghost, no matter how he looks, does not seem to know himself.
There is no reason to recognize yourself.
The man frowned slightly.
But he was just aware of the signs of a glimpse of the spirit of consciousness.
Although it is very weak, very mild, and the method of seeing the pheter is old, the dragonflies are a little bit water, and it passes by.
But I couldn't hide the fighting all year round, and I was in the front line of life and death.
What is strange is that this silk consciousness is fleeting.
When you check yourself, there is no trace. The only one who is a little abnormal is the child who eats noodles nearby.
He seemed to use Yu Guang to look at himself, and then buried his noodles.
The man's eyes are slightly sinking.
The consciousness of this glimpse is very deep. It is reasonable that it is impossible for such a small monk to repair it.
This experience of old -fashioned consciousness cannot be what this little monk can.
But all year round, tell yourself ...
This child is a bit disobedient.
In particular, after glanced at himself, the speed of eating noodles was obviously accelerated, and then he had to leave when he got up.
This is very abnormal.
It's like ...
He recognized himself and knew his identity. In order to avoid risks, he wanted to slip away ...
The man's expression was gentle, but his eyes gradually deepened.
At that moment, ink paintings were slightly tight.
This man who may be a "Fire Buddha" is doubting himself!
The alertness is too high, and the suspicion is too serious ...
If you want a way to get past ...
Ink painting looks unchanged, and his mind rushes.
Another big man, looking at the eye and ink painting, puzzled:
"Big Brother, is there a problem with this little ghost?"
The other two also whispered, "No ..."
"Can't see ..."
"Too small ..."
"Disciple of Zongmen?"
"Eat noodles here?"
Ink paintings did not wear too much daze robe, wearing their usual clothes, so they didn't know the bottom.
The man headed, Gu Luxi, silent.
A big man at Mohsion:
"Little ghost, who are you from, who is the surname, what ancestors, what are you doing here?"
After speaking, he sneered, "Don't tell me, you go to this mountain, just to eat bowl noodles ..."
The face of ink painting is a bit nervous, a bit "scared", and makes a look of "energy":
"I don't know who you are, why tell you?"
The big man laughed, "Little ghost, don't know how to do it."
Several other people also stood up slowly, staring at ink paintings in a bad face.
Ink painting "scared" after two steps.
There was a monk standing next to him, and he stepped forward to blame:
"You are an adult, what is the ability to be a child, what is the ability?"
Seeing that someone dared to control his nos, the big man's face flashed, a flash of body, bullying the person in front of the man, his fist was wrapped in the gray earth's spiritual power, and he suddenly blasted.
This punch is strong and imposing.
"The late Temple!"
The monk suddenly stared at his eyes, barely overwhelmed his arms, blocked the punch, but he was still bombarded away, and his mouth vomited blood.
Dahan took a big step forward and touched the storage bag around his waist. He seemed to want to draw a knife and chop this idiot.
The gaze of the man was so hard.
Dahan felt cold sweat on his back, so he remembered that he couldn't have a branch, and retracted his hands with a smile, and scolded the nosy monk:
"roll!"
The monk knew himself, and left his resentment.
The tea guests around me saw that they were not good, and they were all scattered.
The store looked at the ink painting worriedly, sighed, and helplessly hid in the distance.
In the small places in the Erpin Prefecture Realm, the monks in the later stages of the foundation are not what they can afford.
In the teahouse, there are only ink paintings left, and the unknown four people.
Ink painting is nervous and timid:
"Are you ... are you bad people?"
The big man licked his lips and smiled yin:
"What about 伱?"
Another big man and the gloomy thin man also showed a fun smile.
"Don't say, this kid's thin skin and tender meat, red lips and white teeth, look good ..."
At this moment, the first man's eyes gaze and said faintly:
"Little monk, don't act, you are not afraid of us."
As soon as this statement came out, the three Han three were stunned, and the look was a bit wrong.
Ink painting converged "scared" expression, with a curious look:
"Am I not perform well?"
The man frowned.
The two big men felt that they were playing, and they were furious.
The look of the skinny was even more gloomy.
At present, the big Han laughed: "Okay, the gap is difficult to go, and the little ghost is hard to entangle. I did not expect that Lao Tzu had been mixed on the road for so long, and today I looked away ..."
"You little ghost, the courage is very big."
"Say, do you recognize us?"
The ink painting shook his head, telling the truth, "I don't know you."
He just guess that the man headed by him may be the fire Buddha who is full of prosperity, but who the other three are, he really doesn't know.
The man headed by the man gaze, looked at ink paintings, and thought silently.
The expression of ink paintings is not fake, and it does not seem to know them.
At this moment, the gloomy skinny sneered:
"The fifth old, what is abandoned, just catch the boy directly, kill the kill, sell it if you should sell it, or keep it, you can do it ..."
Dahan said: "You have a yin damage, you have to catch yourself."
Lao Wu?
Yin Damage?
A word "字" and the word "yin".
The list of ink painting check list quickly recognized.
The name ",", the name in the list, is called "blood coward".
With the word "yin", the name is "Yin Lei".
There is another big man ...
Ink painting Yu Guang glanced, seeing that he was full of flesh, when he was angry, his expression was like a evil ghost, and he remembered instantly:
"Ghost Noodles"!
Fire Buddha, Bloodmoral, Yin Lei, Ghost Face!
These four people are indeed, they are all the characters on the list of boss Jiang.
And they are all bloody sin!
The expression of ink paintings was clear for a moment, and his eyes were a little clear.
At this moment, ink painting, the apparent subtle expression was caught by the Fire Buddha.
Fire Buddha's eyes were sharp and sharp, and there was an incredible heart in his heart.
It was recognized by this little ghost ...
It's all recognized ?!
How did he recognize this little ghost?!
These people are hidden in their identities, and they are not always in touch with each other.
Even if Daoting's Division is here, he may not be able to recognize themselves.
This little ghost ...
Based on this short -term photo, just chatting with words, you can confirm the identity of his four people?!!
What exactly is he come to?
The gentle expression of the Fire Buddha instantly became cold.
There are some relationships that can't be seen.
This is the end, this little ghost must not stay!
"The Five of the Lao," Fire Buddha said coldly, "Killing this little ghost!"
Lao Wuyi.
When Mo Hui heard the word "kill", the expression was sensitive, the soles of the feet were obliterated, and it instantly slipped, leaving only a faint water shadow in place.
The old five sees the furious, "Okay, a little ghost!"
From the storage bag in his backhand, he pulled out a long hook, a mottled firewood knife, waved a blood light, and pursued the ink painting.
But ink painting is like water, shaped like a ghost, and hid over lightly.
The old five of the old man cut again.
Ink painting again.
If the knife is pumped, the water flows constantly.
No matter how you cut it, he failed to hurt the ink painting.
Fire Buddha was sitting, and she was contemplative and did not shot.
The other two were sitting and watching the show. Seeing that the old five and ink paintings, you came and went, and the same is not the same.
"Five, can you do it?"
"A little ghost, can't you catch it?"
"Do you practice the Tao over the years, is it a shit?"
Nympho
The five old five were angry, and the knife was even more anxious.
The ink painting "cold sweat" rushed straight, the left and right branches were embarrassed, but they could always be just right every time, avoiding the sword light of the old five.
The Fire Buddha was a little surprised.
"Ghost Noodles" and "Yin Lei" also sank.
"This kid's body is a bit of something ..."
Although the fifth of the fifth breakthroughs, there are also foundation in the later stages of building the base. In a short period of time, this little ghost cannot be taken.
Although it is because of the fifth of the old age, it only kills itself, and the body does not work.
But on the other hand, it is also because of this little ghost's body, which is too superb.
The Fire Buddha watched.
The two of them nodded with the ghost noodles, and their bodies were like wind. The evil wolf rushed up, and the fifty -percent horn of the old man, surrounded the ink painting together.
The three of them grabbed, the ink painting looked panicked, and when the flashing moved, it seemed even more difficult.
The three of the yin -thunder sneered and were full of aspirations. In the ten rounds, they would inevitably catch this little ghost.
But after three rounds, I saw a cunning smile, looking for an opportunity, frequent fingers, three fireballs flew to the three people's face in turn.
This time, the electric light firestone is average.
The three were unexpected and caught off guard.
The injury is not great, but the face is scorched, the siege is also broken, and the heart can not help.
And at this moment of kung fu, ink painting's body method, it was almost faster.
He was like a flowing water. He escaped from the surrounding of the three and escaped, and escaped from the small forest next to him.
The three of the Yin Leizi suddenly scolded in their hearts:
"So insidious kid!"
So fast fireball!
Fast body!
This little ghost, under the siege of the three of them, can still be ease, staying with one hand.
In order to wait until the flaws, if you are unexpected, and ask for an opportunity to escape.
Moreover, he really let him escape!
It's a shame!
The fifth of the noodles and three people continued to chase regardless of the black and gray on their faces.
Ink painting continues to escape. Seeing that the mountain forest is in front of it, it is about to escape from the birth of heaven, but suddenly there is a tall figure in front.
Fire Buddha!
Ink painting gaze, I have to stop.
The five or three people in the back, but they also chased up, stood slowly, and blocked the ink painting with the fire Buddha in front.
The three people who hadn't disappeared, looked at the ink paintings teased.
"Little ghost, do you run again?"
Ink paintings ignored them, but looked at the fire Buddha who didn't move in front of the mountain, thought for a while, fingers frequently, sent three fireball techniques, and attacked the Fire Buddha.
He wanted to test it and look at the strength of the Fire Buddha.
What I didn't expect in Mo painting was that the Fire Buddha couldn't avoid it, stood still, and ate these three fireballs of ink painting.
And these three fireballs, the Buddha of the fire, is like mud sinking the sea.
Ink painting looks shocked.
This is……
What's going on?
And the Firefox looks unchanged, and I wrote lightly:
"Your fireball, but Err, it's better, I teach you ..."
The Fire Buddha opened his arms, his body was full of fire, his eyes were red, like a sea of ​​fire.
What a strong momentum!
Ink frowned, let go of the consciousness, and perceive the breath of the Fire Buddha. Only then did you find that the fire Buddha's chest seemed to be burning with two flames.
These two flames are very fierce, like two hearts, the same origin, and lodging in the fire Buddha's body, which contains the extremely surging fire spiritual power.
Is this ... the characteristics of meteorological ban?
Crossing taboos and "planting" two fireballs in the body as a heart for the heart to urge to cause spells?
This is the real high -end fire spell?
The three of the Yin Leizi sneered, and seemed to be a joke ink painting without self -measure.
Ink painting is a little dissatisfied. Looking at the Fire Buddha, he looked serious:
"My fireball is more than that!"
The Fire Buddha was surprised, and then showed a funny smile, "Then, let me see and see ..."
He is very interested.
"Brother, it's better to ..." The fifth of the fifth of his stomach was on the fire, and he wanted to grab the ink painting first, saving trouble.
The fire Buddha's eyes were stunned, and when he looked at it like a knife, the old five of his heart were afraid, and he could only swallow the words and dare not say more.
Fire Buddha looked at the ink painting again, and his face was kindly fascinating:
"Come, let me see ..."
"good!"
The ink painting eyes are full of eyes, full of war, and there is a little fear of death.
"In this spell, I only performed once in my life ..." Mo painting sinking.
This makes the Fire Buddha look a little bit more dignified.
Then he saw ink paintings, and began to use his hands to make a variety of incredible, complicated obscurity, and even some inexplicable hands ...
Ink painting is serious, and for a long time, pretending to be zoomed in the trick, and shaped a kind of one. This trick is very strong and strong.
In this spell, he can only use it once in his life.
Because of these tips, he was temporarily compiled by him ...
He does not guarantee, can you still "compile" out next time ...
But the Fire Buddha didn't know.
He can't touch the depth of ink painting, I don't know what the ink painting is doing, only adhering to the intuition of the monk, the more unknown things, the more dangerous ...
And waiting for the ink painting, after finishing the hands, drank suddenly, left hand and right hand, and a fireball appeared at the same time.
This trick really shocked the Fire Buddha.
"Double surgery?!"
The three of the Yin Leizi did not understand, but the Fire Buddha was deeply studying the spells. It seemed that this trick seemed simple, but the surgery was extremely complicated, and it was difficult to estimate.
This little ghost ... he came really ?!
Fire Buddha is cautious, instinctively urged the spiritual power, and condensed into a layer of fire barrier in front of him.
Ink paintings urged the consciousness to the extreme, oppressed the two fireballs, distorted and deformed, and then combined with both hands, so that the two fireballs collided quickly.
This trick makes the Fire Buddha inexplicable.
He waved his hands, condensed into a fire shield, and set up in front of him, and wanted to take the trick of ink painting.
But he expected, the turbulent spiritual power, the violent explosion, the weird spell, there was no.
The two fireballs of ink paintings did not collide together. Instead, they deviated from the track, flew forward, fried on the ground, splashing stones and dust.
Several people in the fire Buddha have a moment of stubbornness.
They can't tell what happened.
After a few breaths, the smoke and dust dissipated, they returned to God and found ink paintings ...
It's slippery again.
Fire Buddha's face is extremely ugly.
I was playing!
What amazing fireball?
All fucking!
For so many years in Qianzhou, he has committed so many sins and killed so many people. No one has dared to tease himself like this!
Huangkou children, the milk is not dry, it is really bold!
In the eyes of the Fire Buddha, there was a trace of killing, and coldly:
"Want to run, I want to see, how do you run?"
The four people were like a wind, chased from the ink painting fiercely, chased to a mountain forest, and looked around, but saw the forest and Xiao Xiao, and there was no trace of ink painting at all.
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Chapter completed!