Le Yang is sweet or not. Wen Leyang means to laugh and talk from the side. "Three flavors are nine flavors!"
Wen Leyang coughed a little and gave him a look. He said that if you see the rainbow, you must lose your temper and pause before continuing to say, "I mean, the three flavors are just like that. It’s a matter of respect that the three flavors don’t add up so badly!"
Water mirror and monk Enen nodded and pointed at Sanwei’s body with anger. "This guy was killed by a pistol. How strong can he be!"
Unexpectedly, Liu Zheng, the small owner, shook his head and jumped. The body clung to the left arm of the body. The water mirror monk exclaimed in a low voice that a ferocious wound on the side of the body’s ribs was inclined to pick it up. If the average person would have died long ago, the wound was originally blocked by his arm. Liu Zheng saw it when he tore his clothes and cast spells. Others didn’t know it.
"This busy strength is definitely not weak, but it was seriously injured before coming, otherwise I don’t know what will happen." Liu Zheng’s tone is guaranteed and sincere, Le Yang Tian glanced at the wound and snorted noncommittally.
"And … the three flavors of Jiuding Mountain are not necessarily two places at once, maybe it is a statue." Liu Zheng looked at Wenleyang with deep eyes.
Wenleyang, since I just learned that this goose and sheep leader still has points, I’ve been in the first place, and I’ve made a fool of myself in Jiuding Mountain, and I don’t know how many big-mouthed, three-flavored real people have been taken as two places at once.
But what if that unlucky guy is really Zun?
It is self-evident that you can hide your strength properly in front of the big rabbit demon. Although you have made many moves, you don’t miss a flaw. It is also self-evident that less will be much higher than the old rabbit demon.
WenLeYang some surprise looked at Liu Zheng "this goose sheep road owners exactly is what person? And who hurt his busy … Oh, forget I asked. "
Liu Zhengting walked over and said thank you.
Wen Leyang left and right to understand that every Five Blessingg Sect is not simple …
Chapter 22 Nailing a corpse
Painting the city is full of witchcraft, and it is easy to trap goose and sheep masters; Painting the city from the outside, the whole block is symbiotic with each other, and the chain is unbreakable. Even the real person who has cultivated a very good player in two places seems to be helpless and can be anxious outside.
Wen Leyang’s heart churned with an inexplicable emotion, which swept people away and was smaller than chimpanzee’s eyes. The technique of sweet voodoo of Le Yangyang was more exquisite than that of Swing, Miao and Luo. Even Wen Leyang, the three wonders in two thousand years, was the only one who could worship the wind in the face of sweet Le Yangyang in the painting city.
Two thousand years ago, the two grandfathers were brothers and sisters, and their skills were equal.
Two thousand years later, the difference between the two families will stop!
Wen Leyang is not a competitive person, but now he doesn’t feel a taste in his heart. While admiring the three grandmasters and brothers, he is also secretly depressed in Leyang’s magical witchcraft.
Liu Zheng knew what he was thinking, and his eyes were smiling. He bumped his shoulder and Wen Leyang laughed. "Why do you think the gap is so big?"
Wenleyang couldn’t help but stare at his teeth and ignored him.
The posture of the nine Taoist priests in the building is getting slower and slower, and their feet are scattered. Everyone is sweating and panting as if they are carrying a mountain on their shoulders, and they can hardly move.
The water mirror monk muttered something unexpectedly, "Did you lose your strength so soon?" Nine goose-sheep brothers are now happy and sweet, and it will be like this sooner or later to extricate themselves from the secret technique of witchcraft. However, several people in Wenleyang still didn’t expect that it would be so long since they rushed into the painting city.
The more magical and powerful the witchcraft in the painting city is, the less pleasant it is for Wen Leyang to feel. He sighed in a low voice to a pair of big monk water mirrors and said, "There should be witchcraft in the painting city that can make people quickly fail and lose their power!"
Unexpectedly, Le Yangtian frowned thoughtfully and accepted the topic "Yes, yes, yes … but I didn’t course ……" Before he finished his words, he suddenly closed his mouth and stared at the floor.
Nine exhausted geese and sheep brothers watched when they fell to the ground. At the same time, when they shook their bodies, their scattered eyes were restored in an instant, as if they had broken the surrounding witchcraft illusion and sent out a long LiXiao together!
Screaming, violent and bitter, it seems that there is no hope of metempsychosis. Wild ghosts and ghosts are growling unwillingly, which is the opposite of the previous tunnel tactic.
Nine Taoist priests quickly retreated and dispersed in the ghostly whistling, and then nine people turned their hands and put their right hands and fingers into their eyes, while their left hands crushed their Adam’s apple!
Le Yang was puzzled with a sweet face and turned to Wen Leyang and said, "Not me! These monks are killing themselves … "
Wen Leyang couldn’t bear to see the Taoist priest’s tragic death. He was still complaining that Leyang’s sweet hand was too biting. When he heard his words, he was stunned and didn’t come. He came from outside the painting city for a while and laughed more depressedly than the muffled thunder in late autumn. "The person named Leyang came in."
After the nine veterans killed themselves, their posture remained unchanged and they did not fall down, as if their feet were rooted firmly on the ground. The original healthy and full skin color quickly faded and became pale and depressed.
In the rolling laughter, Wen Leyang’s consciousness trembled, and the three real people have turned into the painting city!
As soon as Sanwei reality entered the painting city, it immediately felt that the horns around it were thunderous, and the anger of the thick war rushed straight at the chest. There were hordes roaring from heaven and earth and rushing towards themselves.
Leyang is sweet to now, and it’s not white. Why do you want to send nine brothers to die? It’s not white. What are the tricks of the nine veteran bodies? But at the sight of Sanwei reality just rushing into the painting city, it’s still a sigh of relief. Hey, hey, sneer at "But if …" The words haven’t been finished yet. Sanwei Road suddenly growled and bit his tongue hard, and saved a wrist in the spiritual wisdom through severe pain. Together, his right hand, three fingers, like a fork, poked the sky, and his left thumb roared like
Follow the smack-smack-smack road flyover, and the yellow cassock will break inch by inch, just like the strong wind raising the blizzard, and it will roll around. The road flyover’s face is full of gloomy and biting eyes. After a while, it suddenly leaps up with thick fingers and is more flexible than a blow to the ground!
There is a huge golden basin with colorful and slowly carved strange patterns in the thick square brick floor. There are many golden beetles in the basin. Each insect is not half as big as its fingernail, and its eyes, mouth, legs and wings are huddled together.
As soon as the beetle saw the light, it immediately became a mess, crawling with three flavors. The palm of the hand was wrong and the blazing golden fireball was ruthlessly smashed into the golden bowl, but all the beetles were burned to ashes in squeaking and moaning!
Le Yang is sweet, but not angry, but happy. Haha, laughing, "Yes, it can break me. Jin Jia Li Shi is trying Nanniwan." When he spoke, he ordered the fiery snake to flash from the first floor and disappear in an instant.
Wenleyang took a sweet look at Leyang with a slant.
Le Yang Tian satisfiedly smiled, "This is my own creator who is stuck in the mire." He said and easily hummed and came to Nanniwan …
Sure enough, Sanwei’s real person is in a hurry, and his hands and feet seem to be under great pressure. It seems that he is trudging in the mud for a moment, and his face and expression are getting more and more ferocious. His body seems to suddenly expand. When others think that when they look at it carefully, Sanwei has returned to normal action. Although it is slower than before, it will never be difficult to walk quickly towards a dead body in front of him.
Le Yang’s sweet face was finally dignified, and his eyes narrowed, and he seemed to hesitate. He reached out his fat hand and took it out of his arms. He actually caught a fat toad and raised his hand and threw it downstairs. He said to Wen Leyang, "This person is not right!" Then I will no longer explain why something is wrong with my lips.
Even if Wenleyang knew the magic of Le Yang’s witchcraft method, he felt that he was in distress situation to deal with Sanwei, so the monk didn’t have to throw out an ordinary toad, and it was estimated that it wouldn’t work to throw out scenic Sa.
Toad fell to the ground and croaked at Sanwei real people, which made it very interesting to talk.
Wenleyang and the small owner Liu Zheng looked at each other with wonder and surprise in their eyes.
You can’t see anything unusual when you are wrapped in a black gown with a few simple patterns on the surface of the yellow cassock that has been blown to pieces.
Estimation is self-respecting identity Sanwei reality didn’t put it right with toad and didn’t rush to the second floor in a hurry. The thick body rushed up in the mud and witchcraft, just like a crazy bison shuttling back and forth in nine dead brother bodies, and it was almost developed …
Le Yang Tian kept whistling in his mouth and pulled out the second and third toads from his arms and threw them upstairs …
Sanwei reality constantly leaps the palm of your hand in the shuttle, slaps your brother’s dead body to the top of your head, and exhales and makes a loud roar at the same time.
Nine dead bodies didn’t fall or fall apart, but they were nailed to the ground like nails in the palm of Sanwei real people’s hands. Sanwei real people use their palms as hammers to nail their brother’s body into the ground one by one.
Le Yang Tian is whistling, taking out one toad after another from his pocket and throwing it at the building.
Outside the painting city, the police lights of the previous police car were still flashing and raised for a while; The painting city is a mess everywhere, and the miserable white light has lengthened everyone’s shadow and the eyes of the living!
Everyone can see that a sorcerer and a monk are making final preparations for the war, but no one can understand what they are doing.
If someone calls Anding Hospital now and the doctor comes, he must be happy. This is also a buy one get one free.
Ji Fei and Shui Jing paid more attention to Le Yang’s sweet body, and the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became. Finally, he couldn’t help but ask the monk, "How many toads are there in this little body?"
The monk shook his head without roots. "I have to ask Wen Xiao about this. It’s almost the same for him to keep insects, happy sheep and sweet toads …"
Water mirror monk words didn’t say that finish WenLeYang suddenly jumped up like a touch a pull small head Liu Zhengyi "me? Where is it? "
I didn’t eavesdrop on the conversation between two monks and Le Yang Tian in Wenleyang Building on his chest. I was taking a wine bath and teasing the little girl.
Contrary to Ji Fei’s water mirror, Liu Zheng’s eyes have been busy patting the body, and his eyes and expressions have become dignified and alert to hear Wenleyang’s words. "What am I? I don’t know … "
Wen Leyang was furious. I didn’t expect Liu Zheng Huo Ran, the small head, to give him a push, and then Yi Long sang that Liu Zheng’s flying sword had been drawn. The blade pointed to the sky, and there was a cold shock. Liu Zheng also floated and jumped to the railing on the second floor with one hand behind it, and spread his fingers together with the other hand, posing as a Taoist exorcist with a golden knife. The fingertips were firmly aimed at Sanwei real people. "Who are you!"
Liu Zhengyin is crisp and hard, without any daily banter.
Sanwei Lian Li also ignored the fact that he stretched out his hand and kept nailing the bodies. The expression on his face has changed from squeal to strange smile. Nine bodies have been nailed to his knees by him.
Wenleyang thinking about his baby worm did not ask Liu Zheng what he found. He clenched the big horn and rushed to the second floor. In half a mile, he repeatedly changed several directions for fear that Sanwei would sneak attack on himself!