It's like an arrow is on the string and has to be fired.
The Fifty-Two Soldiers faced Yingyue Killer, and for a moment, it seemed that no one could please him.
Among them, Chu Changge, the master of the Gongmen Sect, was still shirtless, with his sexy red pants embroidered with delicate bright yellow chrysanthemums.
Chu Changge waved his bow and arrow casually and lazily, and quietly looked at Qingge, with a look of frustration on his face, as if to say: I am in the Cao camp and my heart is in the Han Dynasty.
Dongfang Po howled loudly, but it was almost thought that he was killing a pig, and the most important thing was that his weapon was not left behind.
Ye Qingyi and the God Master were furious when they saw that Qingge dared to confront him.
Ye Qingyi shouted angrily: "Dong Emperor, if you act like this, I'm afraid people will think that you brought such a charlatan here with ulterior motives!"
The Lord of God smiled coldly: "Ye Qingge, do you think I will be afraid of you?"
Qingge walked forward slowly, and the Yingyue killers outside all made way for the saint.
At the same time, the soldiers of the Fifty-Two Soldiers Gate were so frightened when they saw this situation that they involuntarily moved to both sides to avoid it.
Just now, he was still tense and about to fight, but now he saw that graceful figure appearing in front of Dongfang Po as if passing through a deserted land.
Dongfang Po cried with joy: "Dong Emperor, you are finally here. Heaven is unfair and God is unjust. You want to kill Dr. Zhongliang regardless of the life and death of tens of thousands of people."
The Lord of God is not a human being, pity my master, he is all alone, he was born to be a doctor, but he wants a white-haired person to give me this..." Dongfang Po was about to say that a white-haired person would give a black-haired person a gift, but he saw Dongfang Po's words
As if I was stuck, I pulled out a piece of hair and looked at it. The color of the hair was not black at all. Strictly speaking, it was brown.
After Dongfang understood the truth in his heart, his expressionless face just now, like the sky in March, suddenly burst into tears: "But you want Master Yao Wang, a white-haired person, to give me a brown-haired person? How pitiful is the heart of all the masters in the world."
ah."
Qingge: "..." For some reason, I have the urge to pretend I don't know this guy.
When the people around him heard Dongfang Po's words, they were all shocked and speechless. Not only did they not want to save Dongfang Po, they wished that the Bingmen army would take action earlier to shut up this guy.
"The disciples of the Medicine King have an extremely noble status. The status of the Ren clan of the upper three tribes among the thousands of tribes is self-evident. The Medicine King is a master-level physician in the Medicine Temple, and in the medicine refining process, he is the Beidou of Mount Tai.
Respected by others.
Look at your character, calling you a charlatan is just flattering you.
When it comes to being a disciple of the King of Medicine, are you worthy?"
Ye Qingyi said disdainfully.
Ye Qingyi has indeed hit the point. For practitioners in the middle plane, the Nine Realms and Thousands of Clans are too far away.
And the reason why they are the upper three tribes also has a lot to say.
Are there really only a thousand tribes above the Nine Realms?
No, there are countless races.
And only those whose strength is within a thousand names can be called a thousand clans.
The so-called upper three tribes refer to the upper three hundred races among the thousands of tribes, and they are the princes and counts among the thousands of tribes.
The middle three tribes are between three hundred and six hundred. They can be said to be less than the upper ones but more than the lower ones. They are nobles.
As for the most mediocre ones, they are the lower four races, the last four hundred races among the thousand races.
Once upon a time, the Dream Clan had a level of strength that reached that of the previous clan.
However, before it could be put up for auction again, his family was massacred due to the Thousand Poison Plague.
The previous race is the top one hundred races.
The ‘one clan’ here is the collective name for one hundred racial clans.
The story of the Thousand Clan, originating from the three major clans of Kaitian, cannot be explained clearly in a few words.
Looking at the northern suburbs again, Dongfang Po was like a wounded and aggrieved little daughter-in-law, twisting her sleeves and hiding behind Qing Ge, looking sadly at the Lord God, Ye Qingyi and the Bingmen troops, pretending to be trembling and fearful
Although he looked like a man, he actually had no fluctuations in his heart and even wanted to eat the food cooked by Lord Sword Master.
Thinking about it, he actually ate many meals cooked by Qingdi's father-in-law. He really had no regrets in his life.
Thinking of this, Dongfang Po pretended to be resigned to death, suddenly pushed Qing Ge away, and walked in the front, almost killing himself in the northern suburbs.
"Come on, kill me, I won't be afraid.
My name will go down in history, and you are all the scum of history."
"..." Qingge had a severe headache, her temples were beating wildly, and there was a faint burst of anger, and she seemed unable to restrain herself.
Dongfang Po is probably the topless one of Firebird Bird Tianchi, why are there so many scenes?
Dongfang Po looked back, raised his eyebrows and smiled, with a look of eagerness, as if he felt that he had performed well and hoped that Master Jianzun could add a few more chicken drumsticks to his dinner.
Qingge grabbed Dongfang Po's shoulders, lifted him up, and threw him into the pit. Dongfang Po screamed and rubbed his buttocks with tears in his eyes.
"Come out with your cure and stop these people's mouths."
Qingge sneered.
"yes!"
Dongfang Po's hands were groping around on his body, looking for the hidden space treasures.
Rumble.
A thunder fell from the sky, the sound was so loud and deafening that Dongfang Po shivered and hid in a corner.
In just a moment, Dongfang Po's face turned as pale as paper, his body was shaking like chaff, and his eyes were frightened.
Memories and images that have never been forgotten remain vividly in my mind, as if they really existed.
The ruthless butcher, the gentle mother, the screaming tribesmen, the blood flowing under the bed.
On the butcher's bare feet, he used a knife to carve the totem of Bana Flower. He held the blood-stained knife behind him and walked around, as if he was looking for the last living being.
He covered his mouth, opened his eyes wide, and heard the sound of thunder and rain.
The blood reached his feet, soaking through the fabric of his legs and feet, and the disgusting smell made people sick.
Dongfang Po no longer looked as naughty as before, he looked like a man about to starve to death, trembling silently.
Qingge heard the thunder, frowned, and suddenly looked towards Dongfang Po.
Dongfang Po was like this every time, he was so scared.
At this moment, above the sky, an army appeared in the northern suburbs of Ding.
The light of the green lotus is like the sunset, brilliant and boundless, blooming in the sky.
Among the green lotuses, a woman with red clothes and silver hair stepped on the lotus and smiled, elegant and noble.
That's... "Qinglian's people?"
The palace master frowned and muttered to himself.
What is even more surprising is not the visitor from Qinglian. After all, people from the major independent lords exchanged information, and the lord may have embraced the lap of a big shot in Qinglian.
It's just... why is that beautiful Qinglian woman so similar to the East Emperor? They have exactly the same appearance, and they have a similar demeanor! If they are different, it is that the East Emperor is arrogant and killing, with a bloody aura that blooms all the time.
There is madness bursting out from the bones! As for the Qinglian woman, she is more delicate and sinister.
To put it bluntly, he is just petty.
If you say she is a stunningly beautiful woman with unparalleled grace, that would fit the bill.
But - when it comes to the aura of a prince and the demeanor of a general, they are far inferior.