Night one leng face but still motionless light sipping lips should not ask, don’t seem to be interested in his proposal.
Hey, Xiao, why don’t you even promise? Looking at Chen all night, he didn’t dump him. Su Yuanhang was really angry and huffed.
It’s really inconvenient for me to fight with you, and this night, he is the personal bodyguard of Bend, but he won’t leave Bend, so you should always find another suitable apprentice.
The cold flute saw Su Yuanhang’s eyes blowing with anger, and he even smiled and persuaded the master to say that this guy has a strange temper.
No, I decided that they were apprentices today.
Su Yuanhang’s robe sleeves were thrown up and his eyes were bull’s-eye, and he didn’t even step on the flute.
I said Su Yuanhang is a martial arts elder, so how can it be difficult for the younger generation? Moreover, he is disrespectful to the emperor and queen, which is too embarrassing for the martial arts elder.
While the head of Qingcheng Sect smoothed his beard and shook his head disapprovingly, he thought that Su Yuanhang was too arrogant and arrogant. Would he have been driven out of Cloud Gate forty years ago?
Old man, what’s the matter with you? Su Yuanhang didn’t buy Qingcheng School Nagato’s account and stared at him. I’m glad their apprentice is so jealous.
You, the head of Qingcheng Mountain, didn’t expect Su Yuanhang to give him an embarrassing sleeve savage in front of everyone.
Who are you talking about? Su Yuanhang, a savage, listened to the leader of Qingcheng Sect, and he immediately got angry and stared at him with a heavy eyebrow.
Just say you’re the head of Qingcheng Mountain, looking at all the Wulin colleagues, looking at him and immediately lifting his chest and head towards Su Yuanhang and saying,
Hum Su Yuanhang coldly flashed a sigh of disdain. This kind of character also dared to make a decision with him. Suddenly, his figure flashed and flashed, and everyone split over the sky. His figure has stood in front of the head of Qingcheng Sect.
Doing things with the old lady will make a hullabaloo about and not let them see their own things. They don’t know what they are capable of.
The head of Qingcheng Sect was startled by Su Yuanhang’s mysterious skill, but how can an open school head easily throw in the towel and pinch his palm? His eyes are cold and sweaty.
Compare and compare.
Two seniors, wait a minute. Chu Yuheng is coming. The handsome face is already unhappy. Don’t get angry. Today is my daughter’s full moon banquet. The younger generation really doesn’t want to fight.
I’m sorry, leader of Qingcheng Sect, but I’m here today to attend his daughter’s one-year-old banquet, and now I’m at loggerheads with this crazy person.
Hum, it’s okay if I don’t start work. Su Yuanhang throws his sleeves and looks straight at the cold bend and the night. If you two are willing to be my apprentices, I’ll leave at once, otherwise don’t blame him. He’s too old to look at the two apprentices. Of course, you have to hold on tight and lose your kung fu in the future.
Su Shibo’s cold flute is also a little difficult. On the one hand, Master values Shibo and on the other hand, he is his own sister. However, he doesn’t want them to be unhappy.
I won’t be your apprentice if I give him a cold look.
Really? One, two, two, three were rejected. Su Yuanhang was angry. Can’t he still handle a little girl?
Then you’re welcome.
Language cut face-lifting, no expression, a gloomy figure, a flash of hands towards the cold bend.
Sushibo
Cold flute you see Su Yuanhang’s younger sister’s handsome figure flashing ghostly in front of the cold bend.
Let Su Yuanhang stop staring at the cold flute and say
Su Shibo wants to make things difficult for us. You shake your head and bend your head. You don’t want to be your apprentice, so don’t force it.
Hum, cut the crap. I won’t stop today
When Su Yuanhang’s temper comes, no one can stop the crane’s fluttering eyes. However, with a wave of his hand, an eagle claw seems to attack the flute.
Sushibo
Chapter one hundred and twenty-six Night curved missing
Sushibo
Cold flute you see Su Yuanhang’s insistence on going her own way, smiling, folding her hands and handing him over. Master insists that it is difficult for my sister and nephew to be rude.
Hum, Su Yuanhang, hum coldly. Do you want to compete with the old man when you are young? Although I’d like to see how much effort you have made in Yunmen.
As soon as the words fell, Su Yuanhang’s eyes suddenly opened wide, and a violent look came from his blue figure and ghostly shot at the cold flute.
The tall figure of the cold flute has fallen to the high platform with a gentle flash, and the green shade is swaying, and the white clothes are better than the snow.
What a small skill. Fast enough.
Su Yuanhang smiled, Dapeng darted toward the high platform, and the blue robe fluttered and the crane hair fluttered with a strong force. He wanted to see if this little one could escape his palm, but he would save him again.
Cold flute you flicker to avoid him. Yu Di now sees his slender finger pointing to Yu Di Su Yuanhang. In the first half of the hand, he didn’t win or lose points. But after three strokes, Su Yuanhang’s eyes flashed coldly, and the cold flute you hit the white figure like a broken kite and fell to one side. Yu Di also fell off his hand and fell to the ground.
The wind is clear, the wind is philosophical, the wind is cold, and the bend is low.
The wind is clear, and the wind zhe knows that two white figures flee to a left and a right, and hold the flute for a long time. You stop the flute instantly, and a mouthful of blood spray splashes on the white clothes. The little blood blooms like red berries in the snow, burning harshly.
It’s too hard for the old man Su to be heavy-handed even with his nephew.
Others saw that the flute was wounded by Su Yuanhang, and they were afraid of him.
Sue elder, you hurt my guest in my Wulin League. The younger generation can’t stand by and forgive the younger generation for being rude. You should ask the elder for a few tricks. Chu Yuheng saw Su Yuanhang’s face sinking and striding towards Su Yuanhang’s fuels and said.
So small, they say you are the leader of Wulin, and I also want to see if you are qualified as an leader.
Su Yuanhang saw that the flute was taken away by two white teenagers, knowing that the cold bend would not leave his brother, regardless of his heart, and he was relieved. Actually, he had just succeeded in winning three successes, otherwise the flute would not be as simple as vomiting blood.