When Zamao Xiaodao heard what Yizijian said, his eyes darkened. After being silent for a few seconds, he let out a long sigh, cupped his hands and said, "Senior Huang, in that case, I have a merciless request."
When Yizijian heard Zamao Xiaodao's words, he frowned and asked calmly: "Oh, if you need anything, please let me know."
Brother Huang Mingming settled the accounts. Huang Chenqujun, who has been in the world for so many years, naturally understands this truth. When he saw Zamao Xiaodao talking about it like this, he just thought that this kid was going to take advantage of his own merits and take it all for himself, so his expression
That's a little bit bad.
After all, he is a famous figure in the world. The title of the top ten masters is not achieved by bragging. With his strength, if he wants to monopolize this lake and mud dragon, no one dares to say no.
Now that he agreed to let Zamao Xiaodao do the picking, he was extremely humble and tolerant. If the brat in front of him really brought up some evil moth, then Yang Zhixiu would dare to confront him. Why should he be afraid of a fledgling melon egg?
The atmosphere of the scene was a bit awkward for a moment, but Zamao Xiaodao didn't care and still said respectfully: "This lake mud dragon originally lived in the depths of Daze, and maybe it can live for several hundred more years. Unfortunately, due to circumstances, it changed.
It unexpectedly suffered such a disaster. This time it did not do too much evil. On the contrary, it was responsible for saving us just now. I can’t bear to expose its corpse in the wilderness and tear out its bones and tendons, so I want to ask for a favor from my senior. These Dragon Ball juniors and their companions
No, I just want it to be buried in peace, so that I can repay it a favor."
Hearing Zamao Xiaodao's eloquent talk, Yizijian's face remained tense. After a while, he suddenly laughed and said that you are indeed an admirable young man who can achieve such a level of cultivation. Okay.
Well, I agree to your request. I wanted to get some bone swords and personal armor for this lake mud dragon, but for your sake, I can’t move a penny. As for these three-color dragon beads, you don’t have them either.
I'll keep it as a favor and give it to a few of their juniors.
The one-word sword pointed at the young master and the little princess of Ciyuan Pavilion next to him. The young master raised his hands and said, "This earth dragon is a pitiful character. Zhilong can't bear to eat anything from it."
Fang Yi relied on her brother's opinion, pinched her nose and said, "Well, yes, it's so disgusting. Who dares to eat it?"
Seeing the expressions of the two brothers and sisters, Mr. Huang Chenqu picked out a clear white bead and put it in his mouth. When he sucked it gently, the bead turned into a stream of juice and flowed into his throat. He took a long sip.
Zhuo Qi laughed and said: "Xiao Yizi, although it doesn't look like much, it is the essence of the sun and moon that has been accumulated for thousands of years. It is not only of great benefit to your cultivation, but once you take this water-based bead, it will
When you enter the water, you are like a fish in the lake. You can come and go freely, which is the most precious thing. When you go back in a while, I will clean it and make soup for you to drink. How do you like it?"
Hearing Mr. Huang Chenqu talk about it, Fang Yi was finally tempted by this magical effect. He nodded and said yes, if so, just hold your nose and drink it once, that's fine. Mr. Huang Chenqu turned his head and looked at Ciyuan Pavilion again.
The young master still shook his head and said he wouldn't drink. Fang Yi saw her stubborn brother and scolded him with an accusing voice: "You, you, have Duan Yu's temper, you are a coward!"
After we had discussed it, a burst of noise suddenly came from the right. When I turned around, I found that everyone on the other side of the memorial shed had woken up one after another. The most powerful skill of Mrs. Ke was to adapt to the wind and see the situation.
No, she turned around and ran away, but her uncle stopped in front of her. The lightning strike jujube sword in his hand was not a vegetarian, so he intercepted the old beggar and prevented her from escaping again.
The most stupid thing in the world is to let the tiger return to the mountain. Naturally, we will not make this mistake. We stopped talking at the moment, steeled ourselves, and headed towards the direction where Mrs. Ke fled.
After defeating Yang Zhixiu, all of us were energized and our steps were like wind. However, Mrs. Ke couldn't run very far despite being restrained by her brother-in-law. After she was blocked by the trail to the east, she turned around and headed towards
I ran away by the lake, but Huang Chenqujun and I were surrounded by me at the entrance of the alley.
Mrs. Ke stopped her steps and looked back at her brother-in-law and Zamao Xiaodao who were chasing after her. She knew she was going to die, but she was lucky. She said to Mr. Huang Chenqu: "Xiao Huang, I am your third sister-in-law. What are you still doing?"
Do you remember that you came to our house for dinner during the Mid-Autumn Festival and called Lao Jia the third brother? Please let the third sister-in-law go, ah, for the sake of Lao Jia’s spirit in heaven?"
Originally, Yizijian was just cooperating with us to come and surround us, but when Ke Hailing said this, her expression turned grim.
Any master has a period of time when he is not famous. Some people regard it as wealth, such as me, and can share it with everyone without hesitation, but some people regard it as a shame. Huang Chenqujun changed his name and tabooed others to talk about him.
After working as a pig butcher in a state-owned meat factory, it was obvious that he did not like those years when he was inferior to others. Today, Hailing, who was the guest, had his old scars peeled off. She couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. She said slowly with a livid face: "What are you talking about, third brother, third brother?"
Sister-in-law, I don’t recognize her."
When Ke Hailing heard Yizijian talking like this, she knew she had made a mistake and looked at me in panic. As if she had found a savior, she said excitedly: "Lu Zuo, Lu Zuo, just let me go."
, although we all have some misunderstandings with each other, we have no hatred at all. Moreover, Lao Jia served as your chief instructor in the training camp and taught you many skills. Once a teacher, always a father.
, you can’t kill your master’s wife?”
Hearing Ke Hailing's pitiful request, Zamao Xiaodao couldn't help but smile and shouted to me: "Hey, little poison, what do you think your master's wife said like this?" I touched my nose and said goodbye.
That said, I don't have that many fathers. Don't use the old-school saying of "the king of heaven and earth, the king, the master" to pressure me. Now that the emperor is gone, why are you talking to me about this?
I pointed at the many villagers who had climbed up from the plastic sheets of the collapsed funeral shed, and said to Ke Hailing with a serious face: "Whether we will spare you or not, it doesn't matter what we say. We have to ask about the things that were taken away by you."
The villagers who took the lives of their loved ones, see if they will spare you?"
Ke Hailing saw the determination in my eyes, her eyes narrowed, and a sharp voice that was inconsistent with her tone just now came out from her throat: "Hehehe, you think you can hold me down like this? Since you don't
Leave me a way to survive, so grab someone and go on the road with me!"
As soon as he said this, Ke Hailing's body turned into a phantom and came towards me.
I saw her stern look and internal tears, but I was not afraid. The ghost sword trembled and moved towards the old woman's body. However, my sword missed the target. The sharp edge of the ghost sword was swallowed up, but what it stabbed was just a black shadow.
, it was just a condensed fierce ghost. When I raised my eyebrows and looked away, I saw that Ke Hailing finally chose her uncle, who had nothing to do with her, as the direction of her attack.
My brother-in-law is also one of the few masters in the northern and southern Jiangsu area, but compared to the rest of us, his strength is slightly weaker. Because of this, Ke Hailing regards him as a soft persimmon, thinking that there is only a glimmer of hope here.
However, is my uncle really a soft persimmon?
Facing the woman's frantic struggle to death, the uncle wasted no time and slashed the old lady Ke's leg with the lightning-strike jujube sword in his hand, hoping to force her away through the thunder on the sword and delay her in one fell swoop.
.The Lightning Strike Zaomu Sword is not plated with anything like fine gold, is not sharp, and cannot hurt anyone. However, once it is filled with enough strength, it can be transformed into a weapon with powerful attack power, which is more powerful than an ordinary iron sword.
However, Mrs. Ke knew that if she avoided it, the time would be delayed. At that moment, she became fierce and did not dodge. She stabbed her uncle's arm with a pair of diamond scissors in her hand.
Masters competed, attack and defense took place in an instant. When I looked up, the two of them had collided with each other. Mrs. Ke's left leg was hit by a sword, and blood spurted out, while my uncle's left hand was scissored by the diamond.
It was bitten and stuck.
The diamond scissors in Mrs. Ke's hand shone with light. It was obviously a great magical weapon. In her mind, her uncle's arm would be cut off with just one cut, and then the handsome middle-aged man would die from the severe pain.
If she falls to the ground, at least one person must be left behind to take care of her, and she can escape into the darkness and leave through a secret passage.
This plan is interconnected and seamless. It's rare to come up with it in a hurry, but... what's the matter with this arm? Is it too stiff?
Yes, not only did this middle-aged man with gray temples not fall down, but his left hand, which was tightly clamped by the diamond scissors, was still able to move. He reached out with his backhand and grabbed his wrist. There seemed to be a huge force on his five fingers.
His strength was as strong as fine steel, and he grabbed her tightly. As soon as the old woman's figure stagnated, her back started to hurt. When she lowered her head, she saw two sword tips evenly exposed on the left and right sides of her chest.
Neither too long nor too short, but quite compatible.
Blood flowed out from the tip of the sword. All the strength and cultivation in her body seemed to disappear with the flow of blood. Her feet softened and she knelt down on the ground. There was only one thing that she didn't understand in her chaotic mind, and her backhand was not clear.
He grabbed his uncle, endured the pain, and used his last strength to ask: "Why? My Double Dragon Diamond Scissors are extremely sharp, and an ordinary arm can be broken with just one cut. Have you practiced the Golden Bell Cover Iron Cloth Shirt?"
The uncle took off the diamond scissors and put it in his arms. Then he moved his left hand and showed her the break. He said, "This hand is fake. It's filled with steel. How can you cut it off?"
When Mrs. Ke heard this, her eyes widened, and she muttered a few words in her throat. However, it seemed to be blocked by the blood foam, and in the end she did not make any sound. She just opened her eyes and passed away.
I won’t die with my eyes in peace!
Now that Mrs. Ke is dead, the rest are no match. We searched everywhere and killed the few men in black robes who resisted desperately and refused to be captured. However, what puzzled us was that there was only one person in the fish head gang in the sea.
We saw three of them, but no matter how we searched, we couldn't find the other one.