"If one of my tea master friends is really good, I like Emei to accept him as a disciple, but I don't know where the younger generation is now, I want to ask Ye Xianren to show me."

I barely lost my temper. Fortunately, Emei opened the cloud at the right time, which was also the solution to an almost completed tragedy.

"It was given by your apprentice himself, not Emei's apprentice."

He looked at Yun, Fengsheng turned around, nodded, and ran along the mountain road in the blood mist.

Qingyun's phrase "parting ways" breaks something. It is not surprising to know that the ancients existed in the sectarian language of a long history. So Ye Fengsheng decided to hand over Lin Dongqing to Qingyun.

In terms of fear, others may be forced to teach Electrolux Forest because of their great defeat, but those who know the past have different clouds. At least he will not prevent his equality from reaching agreement on the ground. In fact, he cannot feed her from the air. He must know that the consequences of the infringement are more serious than disagreement.

"Road Boundary".

Lin Dongqing saw Ye Feng's voice and talked to Jin Yaqiuyun under the tree. He took two steps and walked towards the Phoenix's voice. His words were full of tension: "Are you okay?"

From the conversation with Qiu Yun just now, he was sure that it had happened for two days. He knew that he admired the principals of these third courtyards as a big family, so he regretted it for two days. Fortunately, Ye Fengsheng was fine. Fortunately, Ye Fengsheng was fine.

Looking at him, Cha Fenghuang frightened his head and easily wrote: "It's no big deal for a person."

Unexpectedly, Qiu Houyun heard her tongue and raised her chin with contempt, her eyes full of contempt.

Fortunately, Lin Dongqing's eyes did not grow to the back of his head. He couldn't find these strange things. He kept asking, "Let it grow old, Zong, bah! How about Dong Sanyuan?"

He did not forget his dream of visiting the master, but he did not really care about Dong Sanyuan, but wanted to know the fate of Master Ye Feng's mental crime.

"He's dead," he said.

Ye Fengsheng turned around and made a loud voice behind him: "I told Qingyun that as long as your qualification enters his eyes, you can become Emei and his own biographical disciple. If your qualification is not good enough, you can't complain about you. Don't fight for gasoline."

Lin Dongqing is still a real cinema. If he hears what he sees behind him, his face will collapse. Say it again, Qing Yunda will find himself watching. He patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I won't lose all my ex!"

Under his command, he walked into the clear clouds.

With a promise, Feng Sheng placed his eyes on Qiuyun in the cage and his hands in front of him.

In contrast to the clothes she was wearing today, she wore a red knitted round dress with a needle on it, and the tip of the needle stretched to her neck, completely covering the white shoulders of the large exposed.

In this hot summer, such clothes are sometimes strange. It is precisely because Ye Fengsheng's inner apology is getting stronger and stronger.

The big bullet in autumn does not pay attention to what it says, but practical actions prove the true meaning of its soul.

What he improved was the ability to purify the heart, not the ability to purify the heart, such a deep scar, or scratch the trap with gas. Even if healed, it would leave an indelible scar. For a woman, such a scar would completely destroy the other side, Ben, no matter where it went, it was inside her heart, and everyone else was attracting attention in front of people's eyes.

Even if others have followed Qiu Yun for a long time, they cannot accept this expression.

Similarly, Ye Feng's voice, who brought all this here, could not turn a blind eye to his mistakes.

After three generations, the grandfather finally solved the debt he owed to Amin. So this time he owed this life, should he pay it back with Baal?

Ye Fengsheng thought for a long time, came to Qiuyun and said, "I'm helping you throw away the scars."

Autumn Bull looked up and saw the single-eyed photo. His eyes flashed a moment of smile on his gentle face, "You still have to heal your wounds."

Yes, a wound that runs through the body, even if it is a standard customs clearance recipe and Ye Fengsheng's decision, cannot be fully recovered within two days. This hole can repair skin and flesh for ordinary people like Lin Dongqing, but it takes longer for monks who have hardened the aura, not to mention internal organs and flesh.

Before today, Qiu Yun suggested that Ye Fengspirit come back after the wound healed. Ye Fengsheng did not listen to him. Even with his wound, he accepted and liked to come, so now there is blood.

It was not until the three people went down the mountain that people responded.

How many people, together with Lin Dongqing, came back with a long stream of clear clouds, and were silent and turned into loose sand.

What the ancients did was cruel. After fighting the most promising eight-year-old children, they could not let their partner be killed. They showed a love for killing. They used 14 countries to kill everyone. After today's eighth year, eight years could completely begin.

In order to bring it into his heart, he looked back at Lin Dongqing, with something called hope in his eyes.

The eight veins have been exhausted, and Emei is about to rise! Lin Dongqing's qualifications are limited to Zhang Zhengxian, who has eight lips. As long as the Tianhou is carefully cultivated, he can get the Emei flag at the feet of martial arts, not the Emei flag. In a hundred years, he may not be able to become the champion!

I have to say that Ye Fengsheng provided himself with a large number of machines this time! The master sitting in the city can ensure that Emei has flourished for fifty years! He saw all the seniors and teachers standing at the door with a smile on his face!

Cao Kaiyang and Yuan Ning, two dissatisfied people, regretted what they did in less than ten years today.

On the fast lane to Fanghai Town, Sapphire Blue Porsche sat alone in the back seat with one leg, closed her eyes, prepared mental energy for the body and healing physical injuries.

The driver's seat is Jingya, Ye Feng's mental injury has not changed, and Qiu Yun's shoulder injury is not good either, so he can only be injured to transfer his driving responsibilities.

Suddenly, Ye Feng's voice and her eyes shaking on the road as before.

"What's wrong?"

Ginny was the first person to be noticed, then Buda's rhyme turned around and thought: "What's wrong with this?"

"No, no."

Ye Fengsheng asked Qiu Yun seriously: "Do you still remember the day when I chased you, did you be beaten by Yun Zhengqing?"

Retreat a little bit, how could the autumn rhyme be "What's wrong with remembering her?"

Lin Dongqing said that he came with Yun Zhengqing, who was invited to participate in the martial arts competition, but I could not find his trace.

Ye Feng said: "Not only is there a proud monk on Mangshan, but the god marks in the hall are not necessarily arrogant.

After a moment of silence, Qiu Yun asked, "Do they have any relationship?"

“…”

Ye Fengsheng laughed at himself and said, "Yes, everything is fine."

No matter how you want to make an excuse for Fang Dazi's arrogance, this sword is Fang Dazi's arrogance stabbing. The reason is not important. Since he has participated in this calculation and decided to go to hell for whatever reason, he has hardly tried it. In the end, he decided to give up on himself, no longer need such mention, nor do he need to find excuses for him.

Even if the day after tomorrow comes, there is no need to ask why, betrayal is treason.

I touched the bloody Zibao on my hand, and Ye Fengsheng scratched the flint. I watched the golden flames flash, and my eyebrows kept flashing blurredly.

Despite this, he was a friend who had a lot of fun when he was a child. Before that, he could use revenge to force the loss. Now Dong Sanyuan is dead. Some people who have participated in Wudao Bridge Peak like to commit suicide, but do not leave a body behind. After free time, most of the boring pains kept reminding themselves that they were almost the best.
Chapter completed!