MTL - White-Robed Chief-Chapter 77 reward

Lu Chuli observed with a large round mirror, Ding Weisong was weak as a 70-year-old old man, and his sequelae were very severe.

He appeared silently in Chaifang, standing quietly in front of Ding Weisong.

Wu Dingweisong didn't notice the difference, he was still practicing to recover his energy, he was exhausted physically and mentally, and he was much slower in reaction.

Xun Chuli reached out to seal his acupuncture point, but stopped. The acupuncture point of the refiner is different from that of the warrior, and it is likely that he didn't make any effort, which inspired him to struggle violently.

"Cough!" Chu Li coughed lightly.

Xi Ding Weisong opened his eyes sharply, his face changed greatly, and he got up to run.

Chu Chuli reached out and pressed him back: "You're exhausted, why are you in vain? Let's talk!"

"What is there to talk about?" Ding Weisong secretly re-secrets, hits Chu when he feels relaxed.

Chu Chu departed: "Where is the White Tiger Lianyang Tuzang?"

"What is the picture of the white tiger?" Ding Weisong gave a look of doubt, "What are you talking about? What is the picture of the white tiger?"

Wu Chuli smiled, and the performance was really deceptive: "Then change the question, have you made a lot of money over the years? Where have you hidden?"

"What do you want?" Ding Weisong said coldly.

Chu Li smiled: "Presumably the silver tickets are hidden in the secret place, and the institutions are set up. You can only take it yourself? ... Make so much money, don't spend it as soon as possible, and keep your old age, don't you think it is ridiculous? ... Brother Ding, do you really think you can live to age? "

"Do not worry if you don't work!" Ding Weisong hummed. "Do you want those silver tickets?"

Chu Chu departed: "Take a silver ticket to buy your life."

"How much do you want?" Ding Weisong sneered.

Chu Chuli laughed and said, "A beauty in Yueyuelou will be redeemed for one hundred thousand and two. Your famous master will never be lower than the woman in Yueyuelou?"

"Say, how much?" Ding Weisong hummed.

Chu Chu groaned and stretched out her left slap: "Five thousand and two thousand!"

"... well, the deal!" Ding Weisong said in a deep voice.

Chu Chuli smiled: "Brother Ding is also happy!"

Xi Ding Weisong reached into his arms, took out a stack of silver tickets, and handed them to Chu Li: "There are 100,000 yuan here. You take them first, and pay the rest!"

As soon as Li Chuli reached out, Ding Weisong threw a lightning punch in his left hand.

Chu Chu shrugs away.

Xi Ding Weisong closed his fist and shook his head: "Great!"

He secretly sighed, the best chance did not work, this surname Chu is also a cunning man!

Chu Chuli laughed and said, "Brother Ding, you can't do it!"

"Okay, I'm convinced!" Ding Weisong sighed, "I will give you a silver ticket, and I will get it soon."

何时 "When did you get it?" Chu Li didn't pick up the silver ticket, and smiled: "Give me a piece of it!"

"No now." Ding Weisong shook his head: "I can't move now, others can't take it out!"

He's blushing more and more now, as if a layer of **** has been applied.

The consequence of the re-secret technique was blood exhaustion. At this moment, he felt that he was struggling to speak.

Chu Chuli looked at the silver ticket in his hand and smiled: "This silver ticket can have good things on it, I still don't touch it."

Wei Ding Weisong reluctantly laughed: "Joke!"

"Silver tickets are poisonous, and the intestines are broken in seven steps .... Brother Ding, where did you get the white tiger refining map?"

"What white tiger refining the sun map?" Ding Weisong asked, "Is it the secret of martial arts?"

Wu Chuli sighed: "Brother Ding, you can't blame me, goodbye!"

He said, Ding Weisong appeared behind Ding Weisong, his sword flashed, and his sword pierced his neck. Ding Weisong died directly.

If at ordinary times, Ding Weisong's refining is successful, it is not so easy to pierce, Chu Li seduces him to use two secret techniques, weak blood, extremely weak, and has no resistance to sharp swords.

Wu Chuli sighed and pulled out the sword, wiped Ding Weisong's body, cut a corner of his clothes, wrapped the silver ticket in his arms, and floated out of the mansion silently and out of the city.

Moonlight is like water, and the night is hazy.

Chu Chuli flickered in the depths of the forest, as if shadows were flashing, he was rushing to the place where Ding Weisong hid the white tiger to refine the sun.

Xun entrusted Ding Weisong to assassinate himself was Feng Shicai, Feng Wen's father, a well-known martial arts magnate.

Lu Chuli was not in a hurry to find Feng Shicai.

It is estimated that the disciples of the Daleiyin Temple are waiting there, Zhang Wang waits, and let Feng Shicai live for a while, until he finds the white tiger refining the Yang map, and exercises the magical power of Emperor Jinggang, in order to harden the disciples of the Daleiyin Temple and kill them. Feng Shicai.

Near the end of the earth, it consumes internal force, but the speed is very fast. In the middle of the night, he ran more than a thousand miles and came to a mountain.

The early morning sunlight was exceptionally clear. Standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up at the top of the mountain, you could only see the snow-capped mountainside, which was covered by white clouds.

Lu Chu was close to Shiya, and soon came to a cave on the mountainside.

There was ice and snow all around, and it was as hard as a stone when stepped on, without the softness of white snow.

A cave is blocked by ice and snow, and it is no different from the surrounding ice wall. He would never see it unless he knew in advance.

He broke through the ice with his palm strength, entered the cave, avoided the institution, and then saw a humble stone couch, a white porcelain tea bowl, and jerky and grain beside him.

Here is Ding Weisong's hiding place. Apart from going down the mountain to do missions, he occasionally vents down the mountain and usually lives here, so no one can find him.

A wooden box was placed on the stone table. He picked out an ice cube, cut it into a stick, and gently opened the box. A yellowish booklet appeared in it. Generally nothing.

Chu Chuli took a popsicle and knocked the wooden box into pieces.

Draws out the sword, the sword tip flicks the thin book, falls to the front.

On the cover, there are five large characters, "White Tiger Lianyangtu", with gold hooks and silver strokes. The handwriting is the same as the previous one. Obviously it is from the same person's handwriting, but there is no volume on the volume.

Chu Li knew that Ding Weisong didn't realize that he was practicing only the second volume, and thought that there were only six pictures of the White Tiger Lianyang picture. Even so, he only visualized one picture, and the other five did not see clearly. Just a headache.

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She Chuli quickly read the six pictures. If she was thinking, she would stand on the spot and contemplate. The twelve pictures flashed one by one. Eventually, the pictures flashed faster and faster, and suddenly disappeared, and her mind was black.

Wu Chu stayed calm and calm, Dayuan Jingzhi made him calm and calm, only thinking quietly, even if his mind was dark, he was still impatient.

"Woo ..." a long and loud howl sounded.

His entire body trembled with the sound, and the turbulent power came from the void. Previously, the practice was just like a filament, but now a torrent is formed, running into the body arbitrarily, as if smashing the flesh and blood and crushing the bones.

He was in pain as the waves raged, and he couldn't help shaking.

The long and mighty tiger howling shattered the darkness, and the light in my mind was bright. A white tiger ten times as large as it appeared. The tiger's claws stepped in the void and the fur kept moving, as if a strong wind was passing by.

The cloud is from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger, this is the real white tiger!

The giant white tiger made one move in the void, a total of twelve moves, full of momentum.

Hagi's original pain suddenly disappeared, his body was warm, and the arrogant power of the void seemed to turn into a hot spring, warming his body.

Wu Chuli opened her eyes and looked down, her clothes were soaked, and she had a pungent smell all over her, and she was sickening.

忙 He was busy taking off his clothes, and ran directly to the snow outside, rolling, leaving black marks, such as a layer of black oil on the snow.

Chu Li changed a piece of clothes in the cave, shattered the secret maggot into powder, then wrapped the silver ticket, fluttering down the snow mountain ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ Welcome the book readers to visit, the latest, fastest, most Fire serial works are all in ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ Mobile users please read.