“You... who are you?”The national characterface tried to draw a few swords, but did not move, it felt like it was being crushed by a mountain.

The old drunk did not finish, took a hiccup, raised his neck and poured wine into his mouth.

“Go to death!”

The national character face is a tough role, the old drunken man facing up, exposed the neck damage and empty block, he immediately seized the opportunity to jump the ball to kick, fiercely tied to the old drunken throat knot.

The old drunk had no reaction at first, until his toes were about to appear.His hand with the sword was slightly stronger.

Visible to the naked eye, the sword of the national face is like noodles, an inch of stew; time seems to be delayed at this moment, and everything becomes slow motion.

The fluctuation of the terrible energy comes from the sword, not the power, but a more spiritual and vast thing.The force of the twist does not seem to be directly leading from the tip of the sword to the arch, but like a winding snake, slowly moving forward, an inch of the sword twisted into a spiral of hemp flowers.

All this looks very fast, but in fact it is rapid, and the energy is transmitted to the body of the national face through the hilt of the sword.

“Cry up, huh...”

The sound of a broken heartw.Every piece of meat in the face of the national character, every inch of bone was broken into powder, he rounded a pair of eyes slowly paralyzed on the ground, with a thick sense of implausibility and extreme panic.

“You...”

He slowly raised a hand, but saw that the hand "click" into a 180 degree folded down.

My scalp is tingling, too strong, completely crushed, there is no comparison.

The national word-faced man who has been walking for up to two hundred years has not been full in the hands of the old drunk, and his bones have been broken.

I immediately ran over.A chin of the national face was removed to prevent him from biting his tongue and killing himself, before he spoke, indicating that the old drunk had left him his life and could not die for a while.

I got up and looked at the old drunk.The throat is dry, and he says, “The former... the forefathers.”

The old drunk looked at me, "grooming" and took a sip of wine, then shook the wine gourd, as if to find that there was not much wine, his face was not happy, and he went to the prison.

I totally ignore my existence!

My self-esteem was very much hit, and shouted: "Senior, is that power a magic power just now?"

The energy of hanging the sword into a jab, let me feel familiar, much like the beast king and the ghost king hall of the evil war emanating out, but there is no that kind of grand and vast, but more fierce, overflowing silky, let people jump.

But the old drunk still ignored me, shook the wine gourd, muttered something, closed the door, took care of himself and went down again, and the sound of snoring was not much.For him.Nothing seems to have happened just now.

I was embarrassed for a while, looked at the face of the national characters on the ground, was overwhelmed for a while, tried the legs, and found that it was basically no longer hemp.Wounds on the back and shoulders have also scabined, and even the sound of the recovery of the growth of the buds can be heard.

The national character said that the Taoist collapsed on the ground and stared at me, a look to eat my expression.

I followed his face as a foot and said, “It’s useless to excruciate the law, I want the old man to kill you.”It's not so easy!"

“Oh, hey...”

At this time, the door was opened again outside the prison.

I was surprised, and immediately clasped the heavy knife, and someone came.

Since the ghost king's temple has smashed into the spies in Wudang Mountain, it is possible that there are more than these three, and now the enemy or friend who has come is only God knows.

I immediately pulled the national face back, relying on the old drunken cage next to, in case of a more powerful role still dependent on him, I have no play.

I have to say that the bottom of the door is really scary, the two hundred years of the master of the road to put on the outside, it is definitely the backbone of the whole family, but here is a district to see the door.

The world is different!

The prison door opened, and the three Taoists came in one or two.

The head of a man wearing a purple coat, wearing a golden crown, full of air, deep eyes, with a top man's majesty, not angry.

The two people behind him were almost too many, but the color of the clothes was lighter.

“Are you the messenger of the family?”The chief of the road looked at me, his eyes with some look.It's like not laughing.

“I am, who are you?”I asked cautiously, looking at the old drunk, he did not react, still snoring like thunder.

The two priests looked at each other.One of the people said, "This is the face of the leopard chief, and I am the head of the martial arts."

“The boss... the boss?”

I was surprised, I thought it should be a higher level than the national face, but I never thought of the top of the leader.

The question swirled in my mind, how did the Wudang boss know that something had happened here?After all, the head of the church can't come to the prison when it's okay, from his reaction, it seems to have known what happened here, and the evil door has gone.

“You come to me, what do you call it?”The man asked me with a smile.

I looked back at the old drunk again, and he still had no reaction, so he said one side of the demon king's temple where the demon was gathering the demon.

After listening to the three of them, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a heavy weight.

I glanced at the face of the national word, saw his face as dead ash, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, indicating that these three people were indeed the upper echelons of Wudang Daomen.

Then the three of them asked me a few more questions, and I answered them one by one, as much as possible.

The three of them talked a little, then hurriedly turned and went out, and let me in it.

I asked God without a word, my heart said that the leader should also have the appearance of the leader, he worked hard to send information, how to have to wait for guests?What’s the matter with me?

But soon I understood what they were thinking.Less than a minute later the door opened again, and a strong scoundrel came in, and behind him, with five or six people, stared at me condescendingly and asked, "Boy, what's your name, and report your name."

“Your father!”I am full of black lines, your head is not so arrogant, you count which onion, but these three words are just mind to think about.Don't dare to say it, accompanied by a smile: "In the fall of the spring."

"Ma Chun, you broke into my Wudang mountain gate twice, and you have committed the forbidden prohibition of my Wudang killing without forgiveness, but reading that you are a messenger from the light hair."From now on, punish you for cleaning the mountain gate for three or twenty-one days, and you can leave after the expiration, can you have any objection?"This voice is completely unconsensual.

“Shit, of course!”

I’ve run a thousand llamas in my head, and that’s too indiscriminate, isn’t it?Knowing that the old man is the messenger and punishing me, what the fuck is the reason!

But it was still just a roar in my heart, and I didn’t dare to say it.The Daoist looked at him more than the three spies just now, and he was under the roof.I had to bow.

"If you don't speak, I'll just say you'll acquiesce, little seven, look at him."The strong Daoist did not intend to give me the opportunity to say no, and turned to the young Daoist who had a small head next to him and gave an order.

“Yes, brother.”The priest, who was called the Little Seven, responded.Laugh at me.

“Take those three guys away!”Then the wise man ordered it.

A group of Taoists behind him responded, dragged away the corpses of the two followers in the national face, and the group left, leaving only the young Daoist named Little Seven.

He smiled and walked up to me.Like looking up and down like a look at me, they circled me around, and then asked me in surprise, “How is your wound so good so fast?”

“Born to be born.”I don't have a good airway, and I'm very upset in my heart.Twenty-one days is not a short time, how much delay?What if something happens outside?

The young people were obviously aware that I was bored.Without further questioning, I went to the front and said, "No matter what, you have to stay here for 21 days, the time is not long or short, I introduce, my name is Lu 7, bigger than you, you call me the seventh brother on the line."

He said: "Now your work begins, there are buckets and mops, you clean the prison, go out turn 100 meters left with water, must be cleaned, otherwise let my brother see, I am afraid it will be more than 21 days, do a good job, come on!" 」

Then he laughed, and went out with his nostrils.

“Give me your father’s oil!”

I pulled one foot to the cage doorpost, and suddenly squeaked in pain.

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