Breathing Meng Jianxin’s mouth tears and flies out; He Fang rushed out of the front of his body for several feet before stumbling to the end. His good head tumbled from his neck.
Ma Gong, who had just turned his back to escape, also had a long knife flying through his waist, struggling to resist a head-on collision.
The stone wrestler Dacheng
Split hanging type!
Peng!’
Ma Gong’s body shook, his mouth was full of blood, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and doubt.
How is that possible?
Who the hell is he?
"Shout …"
Zhou Yi gently spits foul gas, and the pitfalls in his eyes slowly disperse.
As early as the other party had only three interpersonal endings, he was destined to benefit from the fairy mushroom soup. In just a few months, he had already refined his skin.
Cleaning is just around the corner
The progress is so fast, besides the amazing efficacy of Xiangu decoction, it is also the reason that it is scheduled to make further progress and has reached the realm of mastery.
Proficient in the realm of dingyang pile has greatly increased his speed of absorbing medicine.
Nowadays …
Skin refining (9/1)
That’s all Ma Gongxiu is afraid of.
"Huh?"
Detect what Zhou Yi’s eyebrows pick out the sea screen.
He didn’t change much, only the Dacheng data behind the column of chopping wind and cutting knife has disappeared, but the word "perfection"
The chopping knife method is perfect!
The power of knife cutting increased by 5%, the speed of knife cutting increased by 7%, and the understanding speed of knife cutting increased by% (the understanding speed of the same type of knife cutting doubled)
At the same time, the feeling of chopping wind and cutting knife naturally comes to mind.
"Hey!"
A shallow crack suddenly appeared on the outer wall of Mi Xu before the knife point flashed.
Can the wind kill people?
It’s the marrow-refining fighters who can display their skills!
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"Shout …"
A cold wind blew across the fields and snowed all over the sky.
Dong He lifted the car curtain and reached out to catch a snowflake. His eyes were carefree as if he had seen the joys and sorrows of life, and the wise man murmured.
"It’s snowing"
"Yes," Yang Wuce horse to one side.
"He is in charge of slippery roads in snowy days, especially mountain roads. Besides, it’s getting late. Otherwise, why don’t we stop at the foot of the mountain today?"
"There can be no mistakes in the ritual of Buddha." Dong He folded his hands
"If it’s not snowy, try to climb as high as possible."
"This ….." Five Yang looked up at the eyes more and more big snow gently shook his head.
"I’m afraid not."
"There are not so many people in Sanwurenshan with cars and incense burning, even if the mountain is afraid, it will be late."
He Dong face a heavy eyes show Yin cold.
But soon shook his head again.
"It’s just that today is Buddha’s Day. Don’t get mad. Then rest at the foot of the mountain. Everything is ready for Buddha’s ceremony."
"yes"
Yang Wusong nodded with a sigh of relief, and at the same time, the news to others also attracted low cheers.
This Tianshan Mountain is a torment for them.
"Drive!"
"Drive …"
The horses and chariots went straight to Yinquan Mountain.
There is a courtyard at the foot of Shanyou Temple.
The courtyard is also a temporary residence for mountain worshippers. In this weather, only Dong He and his party are stationed in the courtyard.
More than 20 people are busy and don’t rest until half a ring.
"I don’t know what’s the trouble with the head of the Buddha? Candles, incense, and dust can be understood, and even a mirror is needed? "
"Shh …"