MTL - The Villain’s White Lotus Halo-Chapter 119 Banned (2)

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The news passed quickly.

The two peak knives in the world, the water and the frost met, it is a grand event in the practice world.

The Yan Xing realm is higher, the fame is earlier, and Chen Yi is fast-moving, and the potential is immeasurable. The last time they were shot, it can be traced back to a few decades ago, and now no one dares to assert that their fighting power is high.

Whether practicing or not practicing martial arts, spiritual repair or martial arts, they are all looking forward to the battle that is destined to go down in history.

In this way, coupled with the special status of the two, the location is trouble. Whether it is in the middle of the land where you are located, or the Westland where you are located, it seems unfair. The Donglu forces separated, and the Emperor of the Hokuriku had an old friendship with the Yaya Mountain.

Finally, it must be set in the south land.

Orderly, can accept a large number of practitioners who heard the news, the formation of the perfect method is adequate, think about it or Yecheng best. It is best to regain the mountain.

Qu Zong chose a good place, and wrote to the Yashan Mountain. When he turned around, he couldn’t help but sigh. "I can make a breakthrough and I should be happy for you."

Chen Yi hugged her from behind. "Worry about what, just to learn, is not going to be divided into life and death."

"Yecheng, heavy mountain, I can't think of seeing you one day."

Yin Yin is more and more exclaimed.

Luo Mingchuan smiled. "I don't know if the yard by the autumn lake is still there."

Yan Xing was speechless by the two people. "It’s me who wants to fight. It’s not for you to revisit the old land, and then set the road."

Duan Chongxuan teased the bird in the Imperial Garden. "Yecheng, do you want to go?...Yes, that is the one you have been to. I want to ask for me."

Twenty-two narrowed his figure and the nest rolled in his hand.

A group of people standing in the distance, low eyebrows, the atmosphere did not dare.

"Brother, will you go see it? Many people in the door want to go."

In private, Cheng Tianyu never called Song Hao the real person.

Before Song Zhenduan took the case, he kept writing. "There are many things in the recent past, and it is probably not going."

Cheng Tianyu couldn’t hide his disappointment. “...I’m going to watch it with my brother, and I’ll talk to you!”

Song Yu should have a voice. When people are gone, he looks at it again, his handwriting is messy, and his words are not satisfactory. I have to be ashamed.

On the day before the battle, Zhong Shan personally went to the main hall to ask him, but he had to go to watch the battle.

Song Yu still can't say it.

But that night, he finally went down the mountain. Also went to the most famous restaurant in the square of Qinglan Mountain.

Yan Xing has never had a shelf for the big practitioners.

He drinks and hurts quickly, and chats are not easy. Friends of wine and wine meet in the world. If he doesn't want to drink, there are people who accompany him.

Just like this, on the second floor, there are people who talk and laugh around him. The family members, the rivers and lakes scattered people, each has its own way, lively and extraordinary.

When I talked about the twelve kinds of drinking methods of ‘floating Huan’, some people suddenly got up and took a ceremony, “Song’s head.”

The sentient beings looked at each other and lost their voices for a while.

Song Yu has been in charge of the Qing dynasty for many years. The gentleness of being a great disciple has long since faded away, leaving only the righteousness and power.

He splashed the ink of the mountain robes, and the jade crown bursts. The whole person showed meticulous and rigorous and correct, and it was incompatible with the flamboyant restaurant.

The audience looked at the face of Yan Xing. How many people knew that he had been chased by the Song Dynasty masters. Although he was later lost, there were always old grievances.

So I silently dispersed after seeing the ceremony.

In a twinkling of an eye, there are only two people left on the second floor. Yan Xing and Song Yu are relatively speechless.

Song Wei didn't think that when he came, the people would finish, and they couldn't help but feel awkward.

The other party’s drinking with friends is so awkward that it’s really disappointing.

If Yan Xing asks at this time, ‘What are you doing? ‘, he will immediately turn and leave.

But Yan Xing did not ask anything. Just smiled, "Come and sit."

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tomorrow's battle with people, don't go to meditate now, adjust your interest, but come here..."

He sat down in the first sentence and regretted it halfway.

It’s not the other’s elders. Why do you say this kind of control?

He still remembers that Yan Xing was the most annoyed by irrelevant people, and the cause of the knife-cutting water was also taught by the elders.

"Overpass, Yandao friends don't blame."

Yan Xing was very happy. He couldn't help but frown when he heard this sentence. "I don't understand. Why have you always called my Yandao friends?"

I feel that Yan’s brother can’t say it, but he can call his name. I have to call my friends and listen to how uncomfortable.

But the other party is not easy to take the initiative to find him, tangled with such fine details, he smiled. "Forget it, don't say this, what are you busy with recently?"

This sentence sounds like asking casually, but Yan Xing really wants to know.

Song Wei has always been rigorous and answered everything seriously.

"Recently, more than ten families in the Southland have to talk with the Youth League and agree on the resources for enshrining in the next 50 years. Please ask the youth to leave a subpoena in their house industry as a sanctuary. I am reviewing the agreement documents and have a problem with the reply. If there is no problem, it will be stamped and handed over to the elders in the door to arrange the formation. There is also a rumor that there are different treasures on the west side of the Southland. Many scattered repairs gather under the Qinglan Mountain to ask for help. To protect their own safety, the second is to solve the uneven distribution..."

He said a lot, and at the end of the day, he felt that these trivial and boring, it is difficult for Yan Xing to listen to a serious look.

Song Hao finally couldn't help but ask, "I said these you understand?"

"Do not understand."

"What are you laughing at?"

What is ridiculous?

Yan Xing is determined to look at him, a pair of spring peach peach eyes are full of Merry, "You talk to me, I am happy."

Song Xin’s mind swayed, avoiding his gaze and got up and walked. “You drink too much.”

Yan Xing stood up slowly, stretched his arms and pulled the man back.

Song Wei was not able to collide in his arms, and he was afraid to pull the sword. The opponent's realm pressure suddenly broke out, pushing him back two steps, and squatting in the corner.

The pressure is like a gusty wind, the wooden window is windless and automatic, and it slams shut. The wine cellar on the table fell and broke the white porcelain.

A taste of a kiss, but also with the scent of the scent of the wine, so that the Songmen who never drink alcohol face red ears. The other party still refused to let go, the hot breath was sprayed on his ear, and it was crispy.

"I just drank too much, you hit me. Which leg do you want to interrupt this time?"

Song trembled with anger. One of the real yuan is out, the sword in the hand has been squirted and half-pointed, and suddenly stopped, because the man said,

"After dawn, I have a duel. I can't overdue it. You broke me tonight. I can only go to death tomorrow."

After saying that it was really dispelling the pressure, the unsuspecting empty door opened wide and only leaned over to kiss him.

The Songmen did not hesitate for a moment, but they were bullied on the wall.

At the end, the other person licked his lips and sighed with a sigh. "...is really sweet."

"presumptuous!"

"Don't look at me like this, I am afraid I can't help myself."

The Songmen are not angry and self-defeating on weekdays. Ordinary people dare not be close, but now the eyes are wet and the face is flushed. The original robes and hairpins are all chaotic, and it is really a different style in the eyes of Deng.

Song Yu couldn't bear it, and a sword sheath hit the past, but still remember to grasp the inch. Yan Xing snorted and slammed, and he retreated, laughing and listening to his lesson.

"What are you thinking about in your mind? The warriors are fighting in the air, and the most taboo is arrogant, and more arrogant! I have seen Chen Yi's knife many years ago, and there is no one in the talents. You can't shun the enemy. Even the gap in the realm It’s insurmountable, and there’s never been a fight for nothing...”

"Are you finished?"

"Ok……"

"Is it out?"

Song Hao gave him a look.

The moonlight fell on them through the window, and there was a louder sound coming from the street.

Yan Xing looked at the sky. "I will not go to Yecheng again, it will be too late."

"You should have been there long ago."

Yan Xing wants to say that you will wait for me to come back, and finally just dress up for the other party.

He pushed open the window on the second floor and jumped down. It seemed to be very cool, but he did not dare to look back.

After a while, I heard a message from the restaurant. "If you don't win, don't come back."

Yan Xing laughed loudly.

In this way, how can there be a win?

*****

Song Hao sat down.

The empty restaurant cup was a mess, and the half bowl of wine left by the other party reflected the moonlight and also showed his face.

He picked it up and sipped it into the throat, and he was immediately coughed by sputum.

Song Yu smiled at himself.

He often thinks, what is the point of Yan Xing in the end?

If it is a whim, how can it be rushed to a long time, how can the fresh feeling of the other party still not disappear?

To say the talents, he is not unparalleled in the world. To say the status of the status, the head of the Qingjian Swords is indeed a high weight.

But Yan Xing does not care about this.

He simply doesn't know what the other person cares about.

“I heard that the sunrise at Tianya Cliff in Yanya Mountain is extremely spectacular?”

"It's really spectacular... but it's more than a look. It's all the same. When it comes to sunrise, the easternmost border of Donglu, when the nameless orphan rises on the rising sun, it seems like you can reach the sun."

"In this way, is sunrise the best in Donglu?"

Yan Xing leaned on the tree and looked at him. "The most spectacular, but not the best... Once I went to the sea to meet the animal tide, I went all the way from the floating sea to kill the shore, just in time for the alternation of the sun and the moon. it is good."

Whenever he talks about such topics, Song Yu always feels that he is a boring and boring person compared with the magnificent spectacle and the adventures of life and death.

Yan Xing is different.

Like a goshawk, I can fly over the mountains and mountains, and I can't keep him, and I can't keep him.

When the sky was light, the Songmen came out of the restaurant. The morning breeze is refreshing.

He took a sigh of relief and threw his feelings and walked forward.

If he knows that the other party will come because he is a word, he will never stop after the end of the fight.

This is not so bad that it is blocked at the entrance of the Qingyi Temple.

"Don't you say that I am waiting for me to come back?"

Song Emei, "When did I say this?"

"The gentleman said a word, but when he said at night, he didn't recognize it during the day?" Yan Xing had some grievances. "Where is this?"

Today's Nanlu has new rumors, and the rumors that the Song lord became a negative person.