Fierce son heard fresh strange laughed "is said after this moment the sky chasing JieYun? Then will the robbery become stronger or weaker after he chases into the robbery cloud, or simply disappear? "
Su Jing shook his head, "Doom or Doom, hit whoever you want. This weight will not change. If Su Qing hadn’t hidden the power in Doom, it would have robbed him."
Chasing the cloud and repairing the robbery will not break the robbery, otherwise it will not break the practice of other monks.
I have never heard of Su Qing’s practice of dharma, and I asked, "What will happen if you practice to the extreme with red hair and small hair?"
"Not long ago, the religion of Tian Yue was equipped with messengers who claimed to patrol the sky on behalf of the moon. It is also a similar saying that Su Qing took the palm of his hand to the extreme." Su Jing, who practiced things in Su Qing, said with a smile, "If the palm of his hand is robbed again, it will no longer be a human thing. I don’t know what it will be like at that time."
Ah Yan’s little mother suddenly smiled softly and triumphantly. "He is your yuan god. Isn’t it that you are robbing the sky?"
This statement is true. Little Martial Uncle is modest with an open mind. He looks at my mother from the side and asks, "Even if Su Jing robbed you, what are you proud of?"
Ah Yan’s little mother is proud to hang her face. Who can’t see that her squint is quite disrespectful? "My man is naturally proud of robbing me."
Su Jing shook his head and then said goodbye to the three monster friends.
At the foot of Lishan Mountain, it was quiet again, but Su Jing didn’t practice the horse. After a few breaths, the golden light flashed in front of Yang Saburo and he came to the front. Xiaojin Sun was sitting on Saburo’s head.
Xiao Sunwu likes to borrow people to perch on his head, which Su Jing has been used to for many years and has not changed.
Yang Saburo always looks up and is impatient. "Call me if you need anything."
"A while ago, you told me that now the marrow is in Chu Yang, and it is no longer a small golden globe in terms of refining the day." Su Jingxian said an old saying. After Yang Saburo nodded, he continued, "There is something I want to discuss with you …"
Yang Saburo is just too proud and his brains are not bad at all. Before Su Jing finishes, she has guessed the general meaning, "Are you taking her to practice?" I said, sneering, "I can do my best on my own until the present casting day, but the casting day process is a great practice process in the Sun. After that, she didn’t help me, but I took her to practice. It’s really not to look down on you. You are better than me in training this little guy, but you are far worse than me. She is going to practice with you with half the effort."
Su Jing didn’t pick up Yang Saburo’s conversation. "Look at this sword first." Speaking from the bag, he took out the dark sleeping residual sword and made seven pieces of the residual sword in front of Yang Saburo.
At first glance, nothing; Explore and perceive the extremely shallow ink.
Yang, fire, ink and color are restrained from each other, and they are disgusted with the shock wave. Yang Saburo frowned and said, "What is left after the pickled things are directly destroyed?"
Su Jing shook his head and raised his hand to take Yang Saburo’s shoulder. "Try this sword again."
Tu Wan scattered the sword from Su Jing’s palm and injected it into Yang Saburo’s body. Yang Saburo relaxed first, then leaned out and picked up a piece of residual sword in the box. After a while, his face suddenly changed. "The artifact fell?"
Hostility, disgust, put aside and sleep with the sword. This sword was called an "artifact" before it was "gab"
After exploring this sword, Yang Saburo suddenly thought of what complexion and looked at Su Jing again. "You … want her to use this sword … to refine the dark sun? ！”
Chapter nine hundred and fifty-nine Zhang Jian Yu ink shot in the dark JiHui
After exploring this sword, Yang Saburo suddenly thought of what complexion and looked at Su Jing again. "You … want her to use this sword … to refine the dark sun? ！”
When talking, Yang Saburo waved his hand fiercely, and his attitude was firm. "It’s impossible for this to kill the little guy. If you want me one day, you should stop this matter."
What is empathy Su Jingcai guessed NiDuan with a bite of Yang Saburo, but so they never talked about this moment before, and Yang Saburo got it right.
Yang saburo already angry Su Jing smiled "I can not be so acute? Wave and stamp your feet, at least wait until I’ve finished, that is, I’m not sure, so I’ll ask you to discuss it. "
Yang Saburo didn’t say that the little sun above her head was more particular about nodding at Su scenic spots and echoing the strange call of "honk".
"The ink in the remnant sword is too heavy," Su Jing continued. "I don’t want to move it now, but some people in our family have been daring to discuss with me recently to move this Mohist Excalibur."
Su Jing waved his sleeve and called out Tu Ye, who stretched out his hand and patted the blonde head. Su Jing said to Yang Saburo, "That’s him."
Yang Saburo asked, "With him?"
Su Jing Moye’s "married with children" is big and small, male and female, and the highest one is Su Jing. A few yuan babies are good, but it’s too far from being respected. Even Su Jing can’t move the sword. How dare you try it later?
Tu played the idea late.
Yang saburo got some interest, got a stone pier and sat down in front of Su Jingdao. At the same time, Yang saburo stretched out his hand and held Tu Ye in his leg.
Tu night’s face suddenly changed … He grew into a baby, but when he never thought of himself as a doll, he opened his Excalibur and smiled at the Buddha, and he was hugged by a woman … I didn’t have to say that I struggled hard, but Yang Saburo struggled hard, but when I was angry, I felt that my head sank slightly. Xiaojinwu jumped from Yang Saburo’s head to the golden hair of Tu night’s first three paws, and sat down and relaxed like a little hen.
Tu night quickly raised his hand to grab the head of the sun, and the little sun didn’t walk away and pecked at his hand.
Three guys across the street are clamoring for Su Jing here, saying, "He wants to repair this sword, palm this sword, help himself in the sword, and turn the remaining sword into his own life."
Yang Saburo holds Tu Ye in one hand and combs her hair in the other. Her mind and knowledge can naturally understand Bai Su’s vision. This Mohist sword has a body, but it’s powerful, but it’s spiritual. The wild ghost met the harmony of the main body … Do you want to say this? "
Su Jingcai sneered at Yang Saburo as soon as he nodded. "The truth is right … if you are determined to move the mountain, you will have to move the mountain sooner or later … just give it to his grandchildren, and then look at the mountain. It’s not still untouched! What is the power of truth? It is nothing but talking and boasting. "
Su Jing shook his head and patted the sword box. "Do you know who lost this Mohist sword?"
It is necessary to say the answer. Yang Saburo can’t help but open his eyes when he observes the words. "It can’t be him, can it?" Plain fingers twist their legs, blonde hair is small.