"Don't talk too much nonsense with him."

"Take him quickly and see if that bitch shows up."

The woman wearing a bell on her wrist walked to the door of the teahouse and blocked the swarthy man's approach.

A pair of gorgeous eyes looked at him carefully.

It's like I want to see what's different about this man.

When she moved to the ordinary face, the woman curled her lips coldly: "In the past few days, I have observed that he is either handling cases or mediating, which is all trivial matters."

"She can really get her hands on anything."

"Such a boring ant can hook up and play with it."

Long Qi had already taken off his Taoist attire and returned to his appearance as a young master.

He said calmly: "The first-class warriors in the Forbidden Land are not unbearable. To be able to reach this stage at the age of thirty is a genius outside. It's a pity..."

"Genius is just the threshold for meeting me."

Shou He, who was holding the Blood Divine Halberd tightly, stared at the three of them with his sharp eagle eyes, and said in a deep voice: "My wife has a grudge against you?"

"It's not a grudge."

"Left and right are just a conflict."

Shou He turned his eyes, looking for flaws in the three people.

He has done it many times with one against three.

The more times this happens, the less likely you are to be carried away by anger. You must be calm and calmly look for opportunities to kill them: "The injustice has its owner, and the debt has its owner. You can come directly to intercept and kill me."

Long Qi's eyes were always calm and he said: "If you were a monk of Wanfa Sect, I would be willing to explain to you why I took action, and I would also be willing to accept the punishment. It would only be three drinks as a penalty and some spiritual stones as compensation, but you are not

, you are just a mortal stuck in the first step."

"Not even a member of my Taoist order."

"Now put down your weapons and pick up paper and pen to write a letter."

"Please, my wife, come alone. You can live."

"If you don't obey, I will have to take off your head and talk to her personally."

Shou He laughed evilly.

The running blood surges into the ocean tide, and the surge turns into smoke.

Turn it into a shawl and wear it on your body.

The Blood God Euphorbia.

Asked: "I wonder what the lifespan of a foreigner is?"

Just as Xiong Sheng was about to make a move, he was stopped by Long Qi and said: "Since you are so stubborn, I will answer your doubts about the last words. The first step of the limit for outside monks is called 'Golden Pill', which has a lifespan of five hundred years.

The second step is that the Nascent Soul has a life span of 1,200 years."

"how about you?"

"I'm different, I'm a dragon monk."

"How long can you live?"

"long time."

Shou He laughed loudly and said gloomily: "It's a pity that you won't live long."

Long Qi shook his head helplessly after speaking.

He thought these ordinary people should talk better.

After all, ants still live in vain.

He is also willing to give the ants a chance to live.

However, there are always ants who think they are seeing the real sky.

So he waved his hand and said: "Kill him."

"It should have been so long ago!"

Xiong Sheng roared loudly.

Countless energy and blood surged around his body, and his body grew into hard, thick rock armor.

In just a moment, he turned into a tall bear-man about ten feet tall.

Roaring and roaring.

As quick as the wind.

In three steps, he was already in front of Shou He.

"Zhu Qinghui, you also help him."

The woman was originally unwilling to be the boss. In her opinion, a stupid bear would be enough to take action. They have not been living in the forbidden land for the past few years. They have long been familiar with the so-called qi and blood circulation method. Now they can suddenly become the top.

The warriors, coupled with the extraordinary body, no one can match them.

Since it was Brother Long who spoke, Zhu Qinghui could only take action together.

"A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength."

Long Qi didn't watch the show either. He stood up from the table.

The body is quickly covered with scales.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a tall but strong dragon man.

What appeared in his hand was a magic weapon that was a short weapon but turned into a spear under the stimulation of Qi and blood.

…

"Someone is dying."

Tu Shanjun, who was flipping through the Qi and Blood Movement Chart on the wicker chair, heard the mournful voice and couldn't help but frowned and looked over. He saw Yan Tianjun, who was making his own decisions under the statue, looking compassionate.

He couldn't help but turn over, put the operation chart aside, and asked: "Who is going to die?"

"The detective you fancy."

"How long is it?"

Tu Shanjun sat up and began to calculate.

Yan Tianjun smiled and said: "You can't calculate the secrets of this place."

"In order to guard against me, you took me back from that kid. Without the medium of the Soul Flag, I'm afraid you will only feel it when he dies."

"However, maybe it will be too late by then. Without the mobilization of Qi and blood, you should be no different from ordinary weapons, right?"

Tu Shanjun's black and red eyes darkened.

"Why does Tianjun have to tell me that when Shou He dies, no one can stop Tianjun from taking the peach."

Yan Tianjun smiled and said, "Do you think that half-dead peach can make me stand up?"

“If it’s a complete and ripe flat peach, it’s almost the same.”

"You and I are grasshoppers on a rope now."

Saying that, Yan Tianjun looked into the cup.

But it's not clear wine but a mirror twisted into a whirlpool.

The other end of the bright mirror reflected the fierce battle in the tea shop.

Shou He's injuries became more and more serious under the siege of three top-notch warriors who could be said to be the Forbidden Land of the Gods.

Tushanjun walked to the table and sat down, took out a gourd and poured himself a glass.

His lowered eyes did not make any movements or words, he just watched quietly.

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quite a while.

Then he picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

He didn't show any intention of helping.

Yan Tianjun's eyes flashed with suspicion.

Did he guess wrong?

Shou He is not the owner of the Zunhun Banner.

There is someone else who controls the Soul Flag.

In other words, the weapon spirit doesn't care whether the person dies or not.

"The Zunhun Banner is like a divine sword kept in a box. Today, if the knife for cutting tofu is not smooth, then the divine sword will be used to cut the tofu. Tomorrow, if the ax for chopping firewood is not sharp, then the divine sword will be taken out to chop the trees."
To be continued...