"The master will not be beaten to death, right?"

Autumn and winter are very concerned and nervous. Mu Pinshan can feel the wet little hands, increasing strength.

"Don't worry, I can't die."

"Madam, no! Master, he vomits blood again."

Jian Xilai, who was beside him, said coldly: "What a fuss, you will vomit blood in the future. You will get used to it as you vomit."

The skin in autumn and winter is already fairer than that of a fucked woman. This time she was nervous and frightened, and her face turned whiter...

"Madam, you can't beat me anymore. You will be a widow before you pass the door!"

Qiudong was crying in tears. She couldn't understand why the wife's senior brother beat the master, but the wife was not angry at all.

Mu Pinshan has long been accustomed to how Qiu and Dong calls her. Even Hou Liren, who was next door, became numb.

Ning Wangshan beat him very happily. He was beaten so happily just now. He saw him slapped Li Taiping away with a slap and said with a smile.

"I didn't eat at night? Why is it like a soft-legged shrimp? Where is your sword? Let me see, how is it compared to your useless senior brother."

The Sanchai Sword popped out from Li Taiping's sword box and was about to rush up, but Ning Wangshan turned his head and said with a smile.

"This kid is the only one, not enough to fight! Either stop watching the fun, come and join in the fun."

Mu Pinshan and Jianxi came to see it for a long time and had already itchy hands. They were waiting for this sentence. Two people and two swords joined the battle group in an instant.

One person is beaten, two people are beaten, and three people cannot change the result of being beaten.

Qiu and winter were even more stupid. There was no one around me who could ask for help. The hand holding the sword was white and red, red and white. I wiped it over and over again, but I still sweated constantly.

If she couldn't stand it anymore, if she looked at the master's wife, she would be beaten to death, and then she would become a homeless person.

She didn't want to have no home again, so this time, she no longer escapes and is not cowardly, because she has a sword in her hand. A sword light joins the battle group, and she has a momentum of moving forward...

Ning Wangshan turned around, grabbed the sword, returned to the sheath, and sent it to autumn and winter, and completed it in one go.

"Little girl, don't be cool, stay there. Don't make trouble!"

Chen Buwen was gentle and didn't like to fight for the most. He didn't plan to join in the fun, but he couldn't resist Qiu Dongsheng's tug and drag her out of the room.

Chen Buwen, who was carrying the guzheng, smiled and said, "It's useless to pull me away, it can't be beaten!"

"Then you just watch your man beheaded to death, don't care!" Qiudong was really anxious these days, and he felt something was wrong when he said that.

There is now a red fingerprint on the white forehead in autumn and winter.

"I'm talking about men all day long, why do you think of men?"

Qiu and winter's little face suddenly turned red, and even the red fingerprints were invisible.

"Hide away for a while, don't hurt you, otherwise your master will feel distressed."

The sound of the guzheng standing on the ground is heard. After experiencing that war, the sound of the qin of Chen Buwen became stronger, with the artistic conception of ambushes of millions of drums.

Ning Wangshan turned his head and looked at the gentle woman in goose yellow embroidered clothes and laughed.

"The sound of the piano fighting and blowing wind and rain, and the golden swords and iron horses come into my dreams. This is really interesting."

Ning Wangshan listened to music and knew who this gentle woman was playing the piano.

Cui Mingdao was happily walking back up Baiyun, and suddenly his face changed and he rose up.

"Go away quickly, something big happened!"

I heard Chen Buwen's piano sound on the white clouds. It was obvious that something big happened to make Chen Buwen play the piano.

Four to one, no, one to four. One to one side slaughter.

The two of them instantly attacked the scholar without any hesitation.

"Oh! Two more little guys are here."

"Hehe! One sheep is to be put, two sheep are to be driven, so it doesn't matter if there are more."

Arrogant, arrogant, shameless. Cui Mingdao sneered at it. He felt that if it were him, he would definitely be more like a scholar than this scholar.

Ning Wangshan took action very appropriately. Cui Mingdao and Baiyun were knocked away several times, but the qi and blood were surging, and it was not a big deal.

Only then did the two realize that they were just having fun with them, otherwise they would have been full of corpses in the yard now.

Nine steps and thousands of miles are the sword that Li Taiping can take at any time without any pregnancy. He wants to end the situation of being beaten today with Nine steps and thousands of miles.

With his cultivation alone, it would be impossible to use the Nine Swords in front of Ning Wangshan.

However, since Mu Pinshan joined the battle, he felt as if he had an extra clone. He could clearly feel the flow of the true energy on Mu Pinshan's body, and even the sluggishness of the true energy at the moment after being beaten.

Perhaps this is the benefit of dual cultivation, but has not truly dual cultivation.

Only practice at the level of true qi and consciousness, without physical bonds, may be the true essence of the dual cultivation technique.

"My sister ninth helps me!"

Mu Pinshan seemed to have a heart-to-heart relationship, without any hesitation, and slapped Li Taiping with a palm.

When the palms intersected, a vast sea of ​​true energy poured into Li Taiping's meridians. That is, Li Taiping, who had passed through the cold pond to train his body, would have to change his person, and it would be light to spray blood on his mouth.

The true qi enters the body and wanders through the meridians, turning into sharp small swords.

At this moment, the sword intent true energy was extremely happy and spiraled in the meridians.

Li Taiping smiled and said, "Second Brother, can you dare to take the nine swords of your kid."

Ning Wangshan glanced at Li Taiping and Mu Pinshan, and couldn't help but smile and said, "What kind of martial arts is this? You can use it with the power!"

"Catch my Nine Swords, I will tell my second senior brother."

Ning Wangshan was just attracted by Li Taiping's strange situation and did not pay attention to his name. The formation couldn't help but say.

"Call me, Brother Wangshan. Let me hear the second brother again, I will keep it and let you lie for half a month."

Brothers and others have had a tacit understanding after fighting together for a long time. At this moment, Li Taiping didn't need to greet him, Jian Xilai and Cui Mingdao took the lead...

One sword, one blow, and one left and right attack without any reservation.

Li Taiping took advantage of the moment when Ning Wangshan defeated the two of them and stepped out his sword.

One sword after another, one sword is stronger than one sword...

Ning Wangshan not only had to catch the nine swords, but also felt the quality of the nine swords, so he deliberately suppressed his cultivation level at the level of a master.

Li Taiping had already taken eight steps, and Ning Wangshan took the eight swords. He could clearly feel that Li Taiping's momentum had a stacking process.

Although his ninth sword must be extraordinary, in Ning Wangshan's opinion, this time is too long. There will be too many unknown factors that will interfere with Li Taiping, making it impossible for him to take the ninth step.

Ning Wangshan used his master's cultivation to hold back Li Taiping's ninth step, and defeated the power of the people who had finally stacked up.

Ning Wangshan did it on purpose with the Eighth Sword as the end of this battle.

He stood with his hands behind his back and commented on everyone one by one. The people on the mountain fought fiercely, and they spoke even more directly, and they didn't know how to go around the corner.

Ning Wangshan praised the sword from the west, which was a murderous sword. The song that praised Chen Buwen, took a unique approach. It hurt Cui Mingdao, was flashy and unreal... It focused on praising the junior sister.

After commenting, Li Taiping was not mentioned. Mu Pinshan stepped forward, pulled Ning Wangshan's arm and began to shake... "Senior brother said that, why don't you talk about Taiping!"

Ning Wangshan smiled and said, "Didn't this be reserved for you until the end? Why don't you know that the senior brother is doing a good job?"

Li Taiping hurriedly bowed and said, "Two...no, please give me some advice from Senior Brother Wangshan!"

Seeing that the boy changed his words quickly, Ning Wangshan stretched out half of his hand and then took it back, but he looked at Li Taiping in a cold sweat.

"The sword is good and the help of Pinshan is already rare among the masters! But..."

Li Taiping guessed that this second senior brother not only had good words, but also had to say something ugly.

Li Taiping still understands this principle, so he almost raised his ears for a while.

"It's just that the number of steps is too many, and the stacking process is too slow. When you meet an experienced master, you won't have the chance to produce the Nine Swords."

"At the top of the three-step man, you can walk horizontally in the world. If you have the help of your junior sister, you will be invincible to the master."

Ning Wangshan is not a fool, this is his true feeling after he lowered his cultivation and took over the Eight Swords.

At the top of the Three Swords, although there are only five swords missing, it is definitely not easy. At least in Li Taiping's opinion, this is not something that can be done overnight.

Li Taiping recognized the flaw pointed out by Ning Wangshan, because Li Xia escaped from a distance of nine steps and a thousand miles.

Li Taiping bowed again and said, "Thank you... Senior Brother Wangshan's advice."

Mu Pinshan shook Ning Wangshan's arm again a while ago. The senior brother on the mountain knew that this girl must have something to ask for and couldn't help but say.

"Stop shaking, shake it again and stop it! Tell me, please let me agree to my senior brother if there is anything else."

Mu Pinshan stopped and blinked and smiled, "I just said that the second senior brother is the best, and I will follow my everything."

"Call me, brother Wangshan."

"I know the second senior brother!"

Ning Wangshan was really helpless with the junior sister and hurriedly said, "What are you going to do? Tell me quickly, be careful to change your mind."

"Senior brother is here to pick up his master's wife. Why not live in the mansion and give guidance to these incompetent boys every day to know the power of Zhujianshan."

Ning Wangshan tilted his head and looked at the junior sister, and smiled and said, "If I don't live here, where can I live? Could it be that I can sleep on the street!"

"As for guidance, it depends on the senior brother's mood!"

Mu Pinshan hurriedly said, "There is a Wenwu Pavilion next door. The second floor is full of books. As long as the senior brother is happy, read it casually. It is the same as ours."

I heard a thick sound at this moment, and the path beside the flowers came.

"The senior brother of Zhujianshan wants the door of ABC Novel Network to be open at any time, and even if I move it away, I, Hou Wenyuan, will not blink."

There was such a big disturbance in Li Taiping's family, and it was impossible for the Marquis' Mansion next door to know. Of course, Hou Wenyuan was not here alone, but he drove the guards back a while ago.

The most polite person in Zhujianshan is Ning Wangshan, which is much better than those brothers.

I saw Ning Wangshan holding his fists and saying, "I have met the Minister of War."

Hou Wenyuan hurriedly replied with a smile and said, "In terms of cultivation, my senior brother is higher than me. In terms of age, I am older than me. In terms of study, I am more than me. But don't call me an adult, it will ruin my younger brother."
Chapter completed!