Chapter 417

"Mix!" I saw Ye Wudao's hands and drank hard, and then looked at Song Xiaotian behind him: "Shaoxia, my brother is a bit crazy, he may have a misunderstanding with you, can you be with my younger brother at the same time

Take the hand, let's talk about it in detail, turn Gan Ge into jade? "

Ye Wudao spoke with some ancient sayings, but his tone was very polite. Master Song Xiaotian's words was also the same. He has been used to this half -ancient and modern speaking style, especially when he hear Ye Wudao means called

He was at the same time as the old white -haired old man, and his heart was excited.

His super energy will be exhausted soon, and in the face of such a powerful opponent, he cannot distinguish the ultra -energy in the golden ball.

At this time, he heard that Ye Wudao said that, of course he was happy.

Song Xiaotian's grateful eyes of Ye Wudao nodded slightly.

"Brother?" Ye Wudao looked at the white -haired old man next to Feng Er's body. I saw that he nodded at Ye Wudao. In fact, he didn't want to fight with Song Xiaotian long ago, but he couldn't speak.

True Qihahuang, I dare not rash, for fear of being backflatable.

Song Xiaotian saw that the elderly white -haired was also willing to let go, and finally relieved.

Under the command of Ye Wudao, the two withdrew their strengths at the same time, but after withdrawing their strengths, the old white -haired old man and Song Xiaotian did two completely different things.

After the old white -haired old man withdrew his strength at the same time with Song Xiaotian, he quickly led a real spirit to lift the sword up, but when he just raised the sword for less than five centimeters, the twelve flying sword suddenly suddenly suddenly.

out of control.

The crowd only felt a flower in front of him, and all twelve flying swords flew towards Song Xiaotian. However, they did not pose any threat to Song Xiaotian, but they seemed to be in front of him in front of him.

"Hmm ..." I saw Song Xiaotian humming coldly, and stretched out the right hand that had been backward back to the stone wall of the stone wall.

"Papapa ..." The endless crisp sound, the twelve flying swords were lined up deeply into the stone wall, and reached the hilt.

In fact, the starting point of the old white -haired elderly and Song Xiaotian is the same. They are all afraid that the twelve flying swords will hurt Feng Er after losing control, but the method is different.

Of course, Song Xiaotian still has some selfishness without Feng Er's safety. He took this opportunity to nail all the twelve flying swords into the stone wall to avoid his worries.

After, they will use Fei Jian to deal with him and Feng Er again. This trick is undoubtedly equal to their weapons hidden.

But he didn't know that his hand was really causing himself to cause himself. It was because he used the intention to remotely control the twelve flying swords. The action was too windy.

Tian Luo Jianyu in the villa.

"Yu Jianjue?" Ye Wudao frowned by Song Xiaotian's hand. He didn't expect that there was such a powerful practice in front of such a hair in front of him.

Song Xiaotian's performance is really like Yu Jianjue.

"Ah ... Tianluo Jianyu!" The old man was as shocked as Ye Wudao's heart. In his opinion, Song Xiaotian played this trick.

I am convinced that Song Xiaotian did stole the royal sword tactics of their villa.

"Where do your Royal Sword Jue get from?" This time, Ye Wudao's face became extremely ugly. Originally, he saw Song Xiaotian and his younger brother who could be divided.

The proud disciples of other martial arts in the ancient martial arts world, he didn't want to be evil with him, but at this moment, he saw that others would have their royal sword tactics, but it was another matter.

"Brother, not only did he use the Royal Sword Jue just now, but also like the Tianluo Jianyu I just practiced!"

"Huh ..." Song Xiaotian shook his head with a scornful face. In his opinion, these people were really a little ridiculous.

In terms of, as long as you have mastered the people's inspiration, it is too simple to manipulate a few flying swords.

"I don't know what you said, what are you talking about!"

"Then how can you control the flying sword?" The white -haired old man said coldly.

"Huh, can you control the flying sword, do you have to use your royal sword?" Song Xiaotian's disdain.

"Little brother, Royal Sword Jue is the treasure of Zhenzhuang in our flying sword villa. I hope you can explain the method of the Royal Sword that you just used, otherwise it will be difficult for us to believe what you say!"

Authentic, at this time his tone is pretty polite.

Because he suddenly thought of the scene of the twelve flying swords flying towards Song Xiaotian, at that time Song Xiaotian was completely carrying his hands with both hands, and he did not use his hands to manipulate the signs of the flying sword. You must know that the royal sword tactics in the villa are a kind of

Really gas is placed, the method of controlling the flying sword.

And when Qi Qi puts out the flying sword to leave his body, he must use his own hands to control the trajectory of the flying sword in the air.

Therefore, according to this detail, Ye Wudao thinks that maybe Song Xiaotian uses really not the Yushi Jue.

"I have already said that I am not using your Yushu Jue. Can you not even see your martial arts of your martial arts?" Song Xiaotian's tone was very polite.

It's under the gate of Jianmoshanzhuang. Since he has torn his face, he doesn't plan to bow his head to others. The main thing is that he doesn't like this feeling of being wronged.

At this time, although his super energy has been exhausted, there are 50 years of ancient martial arts in the body. The strength of those fifty years is also a very powerful force. In addition, Feng Er is holding seven

The pervert of ten years of skill, although the two of them may not have to play with Ye Wuzhong, but it should not be difficult to escape.

As for the old white -haired old man, Song Xiaotian is no longer serious about him, because he can see that the old guy has been injured in vitality, and it is estimated that he can't recover for ten days and a half months.

"Who are you, why are you flying to Jianjian Villa?" Ye Wudao stared at Song Xiaotian with a pair of eyes, and seemed to want to see something from Song Xiaotian's eyes.

"Back to the head of the country, they all come to the village to learn art today!" Qiu Baiyi, who had a bloody head, looked up: "This kid has such a powerful cultivation in itself.

Good intentions! "

He has not forgotten to give Song Xiaotian with a shit basin. In his opinion, the reason why he offended the head today was caused by Song Xiaotian.

"What?" Ye Wudao exclaimed and looked at Song Xiaotian's eyes suddenly rising a shocking chill.

"Well ..." At this moment, a burst of burst of emptiness sounded. In a blink of an eye, the top ten middle -aged men flew out of the seven steps of Ye Wudao.

I saw that when they landed, they looked down respectfully: "See the head of the head, see the uncle and ancestor!"

"Get up!" Ye Wudao waved his hand expressionlessly, and looked at Song Xiaotian again: "What else can you say?"
Chapter completed!