But now it’s different. If he, the little leader, can bring Liande, who is already a pulse finder, back to Qianbao League, the status of the iron-turned-old man will be as stable as Mount Tai immediately.
A young man with a thousand treasures and a few champions, and a middle-aged man with vicissitudes of life, is a jealous pulse finder.
Both of them know each other’s interests. Li Liande, the little leader in his heart, will stabilize his position as a master. Lian De will continue to practice as a pulse finder by borrowing Qianbao League, the biggest force in Qiankuang today.
Knowing each other well, but knowing each other tacitly, talking and laughing all the way happily.
Unfortunately, some of their performances were interrupted before the end.
"Little leader, what do you think that is?"
Behind the young man, a monk’s face suddenly changed, and some people panicked, pointing to a horrible speed maser in front of him, and the white light came over.
Bao Wang w w w b a s h u 2
The light in everyone’s horrified eyes suddenly revealed that the body was a knife with perfect body, all of which were white daggers. The wind rolled up and the murder was cold, which made everyone feel like they were in the cold winter for a moment.
But what the crowd is most afraid of at the moment is the immature young man, the young leader of Qianbao League, and the old man, the only one, because he feels that his body can’t move at the moment, and he has been forcibly suppressed in place by an extremely strong force of the earth, but the source of that power is not the white dagger, and the power revealed by the dagger is the only one who suppressed him as a monk in the late infancy by the root method of Jiedan’s peak level.
It is also the real source of power that induced the suppression of himself. The young leader of Qianbao Alliance will be bereaved at this moment, and his face is more ferocious and fearful. It seems that he has sensed some despair and raised his head to look at his head.
Let all the dead people take a big risk. One of them, however, is as long as a dexterous blood python. The dark red vine breath appears on the top of everyone’s head or the little leader’s head.
"pa"
Soul-stirring magic sounds generally sound the center of young people’s ears, and fear and despair breed crazily. This feeling is so terrible that the body can’t move or even say a word. This is the source of his fear.
He feels like a chopping block. He can’t even scream if he struggles.
Arrived, the dark red vine whipped him, and he felt his soul as if he had been stung by several steel needles.
"Buzz"
When the rare vine fell on his body, he saw less than a dozen colorful lights lit up and layers of light curtains were superimposed. Each layer of light curtain showed different weapons, including shields, cards and iron shells … turned out to be more than a dozen defensive weapons.
These light curtains rose and broke three or four floors, but they stopped the ecstasy of this frightening dark red vine from appearing in the hearts of young people
But it’s a pity that the ecstasy in his heart lasted for a moment, and then the greater fear was drowned out.
"pa"
Another dark red whip shadow fell, which was much simpler this time. The broken young man was torn into pieces by a powerful and inexplicable force, and everything in it was ground to pieces.
Naturally, it also includes the only person who has a distinguished status and a bright future and is the only one who is the iron-turned old man who is the leader of Qianbao Alliance.
Chapter two hundred and sixteen Black hand, provoke (end)
There is a huge palace in Qiankuang City from time to time. At this time, there is a shocking anger sound in this palace.
"What did you say Lu Chun is dead? Even Germany is dead? All dead? "
Three questions in a row made a monk who was in charge of reporting the news turn pale and almost fainted, but it’s no wonder that this man was faced with a monk who was in a rage at the end of Zhongyuan Baby.
The friar’s hair and beard are all white, but his robe is very burly. He is faintly visible as an old tree root, and he holds an iron crutch in his hand. Needless to say, this man is the old iron crutch leader of Qianbao League, the largest force in Qiankuangshan vein.
As a refiner, the iron-turned-old man’s thousand mines have great prestige, and those four babies are on a par with the strong. Now they are the champions of Qianbao League, and their high status naturally requires ordinary monks to look up to them.
After all, it is not easy to find a qualified brother as a refiner. He wanted to give his mantle to his own people, but now he heard the death of Lu Chun. Suddenly, the old man with a high status and a terrible habit fell into a rage.
"Who killed Lu Chun, the old man, and the only one who killed him?"
Iron turn the old man is almost to roar, white hair stand upright, anger, and the momentum of coercion is becoming more and more terrible. The monk has long been shaking like wrecks, and his face is white, and his fear is to the extreme.
"No … I don’t know. Everyone dies and one lives."
It can make a monk in the early stage of Jiedan speak trembling and stuttering, so it can be seen how terrible it is to fall into a rage in the late stage of Yuanying. If the four babies are at the peak, wouldn’t it be even more frightening?
When I heard the words from the monk’s mouth, the old man turned iron, and his face flashed a trace of rage, and he wanted to kill the monk in front of him with a limp, but reason still told him not to kill him even though he was a monk in the early days of Dan, but in this way, in the future, this Qianbao League will definitely make everyone feel insecure, and then people will float, and this Qianbao League will not last long
Take a deep breath and press the violent thoughts from the bottom of my heart to iron the old man’s cold way
"Waste is waste. Get out of here."
The monk who was in charge of informing the news in the violent roar of the iron turn old man simply climbed out of the palace with rolling and rolling.
"I’m sorry for your loss, martial nephew Lu. We will definitely trace the death and find out the murderer personally. I didn’t expect anyone to offend me in this thousand mine vein. I’m really impatient."
Just as the iron-turned-old man’s beard and hair all looked angry, suddenly another voice rang out from the palace. When the iron-turned-old man heard those words, he immediately remembered the tragic death of his lover, and his anger was even higher and he turned sharply.