MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 88

Yan Zheng sighed. He glanced back. Through the stone mustard, he saw that the puddle bird stopped curiously on Cheng Qian's shoulder. The two were studying the scrolls of Tianyan Office together, but they did not intend to return for the time being.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes slightly, as if pinching the bridge of his nose very tiredly.

Yan Zhengming cleared his eyes from a young eyebrow, as if coming out of the painting. This closed eyes is not like again, like a stone sculpture.

The mountain stream cascaded down in spring, and the fragrance of flowers and plants on both sides of the river swelled into the river.

In autumn, the water falls, but the stones show signs.

Li Yan asked, "What did Xiao Qian tell you in the Valley of Heart Devil?"

Yan Zhengming's expression drifted slightly.

"Oh," Li Min immediately noticed. He used a kind of insignificant and explicit eyes to poison Yan Zhengming. "Master, you don't have to sell cheaply. It's really a life without luck. Occasionally Make your wish once and see how beautiful you are ... "

Li Yan spoke for a moment, pondered for a moment, and quickly found a statement that he thought was the most accurate: "... the fart is rolling."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

As a clean fetish, Yan Zhengming can tolerate all kinds of things that Li Li is not, but he must not tolerate that San Xuan associates himself with this indecent vocabulary. For a time, Yan Zhengming felt that his tongue was dirty when he talked to this person. We are going to go straight.

"Slow!" Li Yan raised one hand to cover his head, and then he swung left and right to fold the piece of paper stained with new ink, and put it in his arms carefully and finished him. He took a deep breath and patted his chest contentedly, as if he had a life-saving sign.

Li Yan snorted: "Hit me? Brother Brother, you have to deal with it, but you still have my handle on it. Remember to be nice to my brother, otherwise I'll accidentally scare my brother. Fragile heart, oops, this note might be exposed to Xiao Qian! "

What is the purpose of retaining this kind of brother?

Yan Zhengming thought indignantly: "It's better to be fattening and killing meat in the New Year."

The dark tide of the two men was turbulent, and Cheng Qian knew nothing about it. He took the scroll from the pretending to be acquainted with Shi Yan, and his mind was mixed for a while.

Although Shi Yan learned through various channels that Cheng Qian was dead and resurrected, it was the first time he had seen it for so long.

He held up the two scrolls with both hands, silently looked at Cheng Qian for a moment, turned his back to the eyes of others, and then turned red, and then Shizuku took a step back, arched his hands and bowed deeply, and raised his head again, he had recovered A calm and calm Muran.

Because Yan Zhengming was particularly difficult to serve when he was a child, among these many children, Xun Shi was also very careful. Cheng Qian remembered that he didn't talk much and was not so kind as Xue Qing. He did everything neatly and did not have much sense of existence. Over the years, he hasn't changed much, as if he had no choice but to pour tea and wipe the bench behind the master yesterday, but now ... it's a bad thing.

Cheng Qian calmly put the ocher in his hand and put it in his sleeve, keeping one of his scrolls unopened, keeping his usual impersonal look, and there was only a huge mark of demon removal.

Tianyan sent two scrolls, which means Fuyao sent two people.

Cheng Qian performed a sneer with difficulty, and said to Yan Shi: "The Lord Wu sent you to count people, there is really no such thing as a small fish, and no fish is missing."

At this moment, only a rapid drum sound was heard not far away, and at the foot of the Taiyin Mountain, a man-made barrier rose suddenly, as if a mountain had been pulled out of thin air.

Ten squares!

Then Wu Changtian yelled, "Receive the Taoist friend who removed the magic seal, please take a break. Tonight, please join us! Mr. Tang, please come here."

When Cheng Qian and Puddle returned to the stone mustard, Yan Zhengming and Li Yan had each installed a casual face.

At the first sight of Cheng Qian coming back, Yan Zhengming greeted himself, "Small dive, come here."

Cheng Qianhu glanced at him suspiciously, suspecting that he had done something wrong—otherwise, why did he just coax it out, which would take the initiative to show it?

Fortunately, at the moment, when these trivial issues are not taken into consideration, Cheng Qian has not pursued them.

The flint plug gave him two fingers. Li Zhi took it, and touched it along the edge, and soon found the mystery inside, and gently swiped, the finger opened from the middle.

This object is exquisite in design. After turning over, the inner wall is lined with a small mirror.

Li Yan gave a sigh of relief, and then he wiped it with his hand, and saw that the mirror had lighted up. There seemed to be a shadow flashing inside. He was busy finding a piece of rice paper, so that the light on the mirror fell on the white paper, a line of handwriting. Then he jumped in the light and jumped out of the paper: "Someone moved his hands ..."

The word flash above disappeared one line at a time, and the connection was: "Someone moved their hands and feet. When I counted the array of spiritual stones, I found that it was not compatible with the normal consumption of the ten-square array. It was a lot less inexplicable. I could n’t find out who was around There are no other traces of the formation, and the hands-on person will not covet the broken spirit stones. He either secretly modified the ten-square array or set up other arrays nearby, but I repaired it in a low level and could not detect it. The secret life of the human means is only seen. In addition, there are Wu Changtian people in the Nine Saints of the Pedestrians, but they do not know who they are. There are mysterious mirrors on the fingers. After entering the array, they are opened and they can be seen in the secret mirrors. Situations, hasty calls, omissions, be careful. "

The ten-square matrix was jointly laid out by the two sides. It is impossible for the Tianyan Division to buy all the magic repairs, and both sides stared at each other. Later, a notary, Tang Yan, has tested it. There is really no room for manipulation in the ten-square matrix. many.

"Then there are more chances out there ..." Li Min frowned, "But it's strange, if the final win is the right path, wouldn't it be useless to be out of front? If it's the magic Repair them, then once the outside battles shot at them, the Tian Yan Department will violate the blood oath, and those who violate the blood oath will be backed up ten times. Are they not hurting the enemy by one thousand and harming themselves by 80,000? Unless ... … This outfield wasn't repaired at all. "

It's not rushing to the magic repair, of course, to the other side.

Yan Zhengming gently tapped the edge of the white paper with an old fan and said, "Throw a group of monks who kill red eyes into the same array, and let them live for you. The one who won finally comes out, and then takes the lead and is caught inside. I feel familiar with this matter. "

The puddle asked, "What is it?"

Yan Zhengming: "Like Yang Yang."

The puddle immediately shivered. As a bird, she was afraid of insects and was really unique. She rubbed the goosebumps on her body and asked, "But isn't Wu Changtian in there? They just ignore him. La?"

"The Tianyan Department is fighting like a black-eyed chicken, not necessarily the same force." Cheng Qian said, holding his arms in front of his chest. "That is to say that we must prepare to break the battle again. I only know the fur, so complex. Don't understand. "

Yan Zhengming: "Don't look at me, I don't understand."

Li Yan grabbed his hair vigorously: "I'm ... hey, but I'm outside, and I can't help you."

Yan Zhengming said: "This is easy to handle, do you still have the golden clam magic water? Do a bowl by yourself, I can hide you in my sleeve and bring it in."

After speaking, he seemed to imagine a scene where he was carrying a cricket, and suddenly changed his mind again: "Forget it, let's take a little dive."

Li Huan smiled at his chest.

"..." Yan Zhengming intimidated his eyes for a moment, and finally persuaded, "Well, if you really don't want to, then think of another way."

Li Yan straightened down: "Although I can't get in, one person can."

As soon as he said this, there was no need to make it clear. Others understood it, and it was Han Yuan who was in the formation and passed through the formation.

Cheng Qian was silent for a moment: "It seems like it hasn't been tasted ... No, I'm afraid I can't touch it."

Although Han Yuan may not be willing to cooperate, in the hearts of everyone, he is trustworthy. Even if he is in a different camp, he is also "own."

Yan Zhengming sighed slightly and said, "Take out anything."

True Dragon Banner, a collection of powerful spells, elixir, Yemingzhang, guide worms and other things gathered around for a while.

Yan Zhengming took a few counts and explained the usage of the rare ones to Cheng Qian. This was a little worrying-although this time it was not a fortune, but a lot of blood was also produced. Afterwards, it was probably not possible to let Tian Yan Office Pay back.

"No matter how badly you lose, your family will be empty." Yan Zhengming yelled. "It's over. Make some money while you're in trouble."

Good sword repair, thinking about money all day long, it is strange to want to come.

In a blink of an eye.

Depth was deeper, and the ten-square array looked a bit more ethereal.

Han Yuan first stood up, and saw a flash of furious black dragon behind him, leaving a winding long shadow on the ground. In an instant, all the fire around him was wiped out, the monks were frightened. Han Yuan Half of his face was hidden in the shadows, and his head smiled cleanly, indescribably arbitrary.

Jiusheng, a pedestrian, followed behind him, and this group of demon-like magicians took the lead in the battle.

Outsiders could not see the ten-square array, only two rows of candles at the door, a total of twenty sides.

As these ten people entered, the ten candles on one side suddenly lighted, and the heavy metal base was instantly filled with black gas, reflecting the dragon's body carved in the candle, and the fangs and black gas rushed towards the Xiaohan. .

At night, the mountain had a strong wind, but the candlelight seemed to grow on the candle. It didn't move even when it was blown, and a little bit of strangeness was born out of thin air.

At this time, the right monks who got the scrolls came out sparsely. This group of people was divorced, their appearances were different, all looked indifferent, and Wu Changtian, who did not watch or guard the front, rushed in by himself.

As they walked in one by one, the ten candles in the other row lit up one by one. The candles on this side were much simpler. They looked like ordinary white candles, crookedly standing in a row, as if to hang someone.

Cheng Qian was about to step in, and Yan Zhengming suddenly held him back: "Wait."

After raising his hand, he pulled out the old hair band on Cheng Qian's head and pulled a new one out of his arms. Then, like an ordinary mortal, hold up the headband, pinch the fingers together, and pull up the hair of Qian Qian, tie it up, the breath of the charm is bare.

Yan Zhengming watched Cheng Qian for a while, and his heart urged to hug him. However, in the general public, he had to quietly put his hands back, and only said: "I see that the entrance to the ten square array may not be one, After entering, there may be no one who can find anyone. Please be careful with me ... what do you want to know now? Do you know how I treat you now?

Cheng Qian looked at him, in fact, he just felt that he was shy, and if he went on like this, "Yan Niangniang" would soon become "Yan Niangniang".

... but in order not to further irritate the big brother, Cheng Qian didn't say it very cleverly.

When the two passed by in front of Wu Changtian, Wu Changtian suddenly called to Yan Zhengming: "Yan, please take a step."

Yan Zhengming turned her head and raised her eyebrows, and the bamboo fan twirled in her hand, smirking, "What's your advice?"

Wu Changtian said: "Since the day when my teacher and brother Youliang entered Kendo, he has been studying hard, and did not dare to slack off for a while. He has never been in contact with these messy affairs before, or he is still young—if Yan Yan looks at him The qualifications are still decent. When Wu Mou martyred, can I ask the head of Yan to make things difficult and discipline them? "

Yan Zhengming actually has a good opinion of the young Jian Xiu, who is like a gimmick, after all, Yuan Shen Jian Xi is rare. After all, except for his own wonders, most of them are mentally persevering and have few thoughts.

However, he did not show this small favor, but just coldly replied: "When did the Fuyao faction become smashed? Besides, we are a small one and settled down. Ah, isn't Gu Yanxue's end a lesson learned? "

After speaking, Yan Zhengming didn't even look at Wu Changtian, and once he pulled away, he said, "Go."

Cheng Qian could not help but glance at Wu Changtian. The monk said that the end of his life is usually "fall", or like mortals, he rarely heard the word "martiality" with words like "dead" and "not in the world."

Always feel a bit unusual.

Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming clearly had front and back feet. After entering the ten square array, no one saw them. As Yan Zhengming expected, the entrance inside was not open to one side.

In the array, I was so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat. The layout was like a big coffin with a big mouth and a small coffin. It was dark and futile. A long narrow path didn't know where to go. There was a black hole in front.

Cheng Qian held Frostblade and walked along the path.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed in the darkness, and Cheng Qian stepped in a footstep, only to see a figure on one side, standing there silently.

Already waiting for the magic repair here?

Cheng Qian frowned, holding his fist as a chest, and arched his hand politely, and the man even said nothing and arched his hand with the same motion. Cheng Qian calmly swept away the consciousness—no one was there.

He tempted to take a few steps forward, but the whole path only echoed the sound of his own footsteps, making people involuntarily numb his scalp, Cheng Qian took a trick, and a cluster of cold flames suspended in About an inch above his finger, the surrounding area suddenly lit up.

I saw a mirror in that corner.

I don't know what the mirror material is, which is completely incomparable with ordinary bronze mirrors. Among them, the silhouette is almost visible. Cheng Qian rarely looks in the mirror, and he has never seen himself carefully.

There was also a cluster of firelight in the hand of the man in the mirror. The mirror surface did not disperse the light like an ordinary bronze mirror. At first glance, the people in the mirror were familiar, but they were a little strange.

But how can there be a mirror here?

Just as he wondered, the man in the mirror suddenly moved by himself!

"He" slowly raised his head, stroked a subtle smile, and raised the sides of the slightly pointed and slightly lip, which looked particularly unfavorable. There was no smile on the slightly upturned eyes, and his eyes were like a pond.

Cheng Qian: "..."

He knew for the first time that he could be so spooky.

However shocked and shocked, without delay Cheng Qian took out Frost Blade without hesitation, and a sword waved towards the mirror.

The man in the mirror suddenly jumped out of the mirror, his head, his costume ... and even the small wound left by the devil in the neck was exactly the same!

What's more terrible is that he also carried an identical frost blade in his hand!

The mirror shattered behind the man in the mirror, but his movement was unrestricted.

Who is this Nine Saints? What strange technique?

The next moment, two swords that were exactly the same were in the air shortly after each other, sending out a sour "Beep" sound, even the sword strokes were taught by a master!

However, in this fight, Cheng Qian settled down in the heart--the depth of the person in front of him has a number of fights. He is better than him, and he does not say that Jianzhao just learned a fur. The sword is not all the way, which shows that The weird mirror is really a devil repairing, and the man in front of him just approved a layer of his own skin.

After being knocked open with a sword, the man in the mirror fell to the ground with a glance, coldly leaning towards Cheng Qian himself, his slender eyebrows dangled in black gas, and saw Cheng Qian twisting. He was about to make a quick decision, and the result of this thing was completely, and suddenly, the surrounding area was brightly lit.

There were a few rows of black cloth neatly arranged on all sides, and then all the black cloths fell down in unison, but there were more than a dozen full-length mirrors, and the mirrors were facing each other. There are countless reflections of Cheng Qian!

Cheng Qian was numb on his scalp, and he heard a "grumbling" sound, as if something was coming out of the water, and then a group of people in the mirror exactly like him came out of the mirror holding a sword in the mirror, They kept flowing, and immediately weaved a sea of ​​people beside him.

Cheng Qian: "..."

This kind of magical repair should let his master to deal with it, maybe he can cure the stinky problem that he loves to take selfies! 2k novel reading network