"... why don't you come?"

"Say good ..."

Ink painting is a bit wrong.

This Hua Liulang ...

Isn't it Hua Langjun?

Are they a group?

The ink paintings did not show up, but they lowered their heads to eat, but the consciousness had been placed to the extreme, and the words were overwhelmed by their words.

"... Is it a mistake ... can you afford it?"

"Bad things ..."

"Lazy donkeys have a lot of feces and pee ..."

"It is really a waste to cultivate this kind of bird skills, can't control the lower body ..."

"I don't know ... which bitch on the bumper ..."

"I won't die ... on my belly ..."

"That's how he deserves ..."

Nympho

Mo Tuo frowned, the more he listened, the more he felt like.

I always feel that the "Hua Liulang" in their mouths is their own brothers and sisters.

what to do?

Find them to win them?

Is the Budi Fire array a pot?

Nympho

The ink painting shook his head.

If you do n’t know clearly, do n’t know the bottom, you can do it rashly. If you make a mistake, it will not be good.

Also, in the hurry, they did not see their cultivation.

If these people are all good in building the foundation, if the base is built in the middle period, it is more tricky.

The ground fire array is just the thirteen formation method.

Can hurt the foundation in the middle, but may not be able to kill them.

The formation above the thirteen patterns, adhering to the guidance of Mr. Xun, most of them are the production array of production, or difficulties, and there are not many killing arrays.

And the killing array above the thirteen patterns, with the current consciousness of myself, can't do it.

After a dozen interests, the shot is a bit too slow.

This is another day, the array line is too conspicuous, and it is easy to be found.

Still be stable.

Ink painting silently.

"Eat the noodles first, wait for a while ..."

"Wait for the brothers and sisters to come, have the helper, and then find a way to get these monks and ask them clearly ..."

Otherwise, you can do it alone, too reckless, and the risk is a bit big.

Ink paintings make up your mind and continue to eat noodles with peace of mind.

But knowing and knowing that he knows one another, he will not be killed.

The ink painting still took the time, and with the light in the corner of the eyes, we looked at the every move of these people to see if they could see their cultivation, and the Daoist bottom.

There are four people in this group of monks.

The two big men seemed to be the path of refining. The blood was very strong, but it was very concentrated.

The ink painting is too close, and when I know the details, I don't dare to use the consciousness to spy too deep, so as to prevent their perception.

In addition, there is a thin, sullen.

It seems that it is a spiritual practice, but I do n’t know what kind of spell it is.

Among the four, the head of the four is the monk who is tall and good.

Several monks sitting together, chatting, cursing "Hua Liulang", but he said nothing, only drinking tea, eating preserved fruit.

The dried meat on the table, he didn't move.

Mo painting felt strange, so he looked slightly and glanced at the monk.

It can be seen that at a glance, ink painting feels that there is a shock in my heart. A strange familiarity comes, as if this person, it is the person you are looking for.

But I don't know him at all ...

Ink painting frowned, and glanced at the monk again, the pupils were slightly shrinking.

Tall body, kind eyebrows ...

His robe is the clothing of ordinary monks, but under the cuffs, a small reddish, golden pattern clothing.

He has thick hair on his head, with a bun, but in the buns, there are a few cautious red dots, deeply hiding ...

Red cricket, fire point ring scar ...

He is ...

Ink painting pupils shake.

Fire Buddha?!

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Chapter completed!