My Disciples Are All Villains

Visitors near the Lotus Terrace were attracted to the past.

"Yun Zhao's nun?"

Everyone exclaimed.

More than a dozen female monks landed on the ground, bowed to everyone.

"Yun Zhaoyun, poor and careless, the donors are polite."

The appearance of Master Yun Yunzhao Wu-nian quieted the entire Lotus Terrace.

There is such a helper in Jiantian Jianmen ... it's hard to say.

Luo Luo Xingkong arched his hands toward Wuyan: "Thank you Master for your help."

Wu Wunian female mage, who became famous a century ago, is the first master of Yun Zhaozhao.

Who would have thought that Yun Zhaoyu would choose to help Tianjianmen.

Qi Hua Wudao turned his head and glanced at Luzhou with closed eyes, and said, "The Lord."

"I see." Luzhou continued to close his eyes.

Luzhou will not be prepared to help each other mentally.

Alas, there are more than one helpers.

Wu Wunian glanced at Luo Xingkong, raised his palm, chanted a Buddha's curse gently, and swept away.

A light blue aperture appears at the foot of Luo Luoxingkong ... if a little bit of star light.

"The Buddhist healing method, Cihang Purdue."

Luo Luoxing was greatly moved and said again: "Thank you Master."

Wu Wunian nodded, and turned to look at Ming Shiyin: "The donor, the poor Niyuan observed in the attic for a long time ... Tianjianmen has been severely damaged, Mo Tiange is bullied and weak, and there is a style of losing gentleman."

Ha ha.

Tong Mingshi laughed and said, "What gentleman do you tell me, and I'm not a gentleman ... I'm bullying, what's wrong? If you disagree, you will fight me?"

He said, Ming Shi looked up at Master because he looked up.

I especially like this dog-like feeling.

施 "Donator, why should the words be so vulgar ... As the saying goes, fairness is in the heart, and there is no wind and waves. The poor man really can't stand it anymore, and wants to discuss the truth with the donor theory."

Tong Mingshi said with his eyes narrowed: "Another one is talking about the truth."

Wu Wunian said: "Poor Nepalese only want to calm things down and don't want things to worsen."

"Why didn't you come out just now, run out now! Protect your little love man?" Ming Shiyin laughed.

"you--"

Wu Wunian is a master of Yun Zhaoyun. How many people are praised in awe? How can he be insulted by this?

He is about to be angry--

"No thought."

The two words are clear in the ear.

Everyone on the lotus stage heard this voice.

The sound of comes from 云云 飞 辇.

Everyone looked forward to the sound.

Qi Luzhou opened his eyes, slowly got up, stood in front of Feiyu, overlooking with his negative hand.

The master of the Demon Tiange, the world's largest demon, is finally about to shoot.

Master Wu Wunian raised his head slightly, a hint of surprise appeared on the old face, and then said: "Old donor."

"Do you recognize this seat?" Luzhou asked.

Wu Wunian shook his head and said, "Meet for the first time."

"How good is the net speech recently?" Luzhou said.

"Old donor, do you recognize the master?" Wu Nian was startled, and her voice seemed a little excited.

Luzhou sighed, "The teaching is not strict, and the teacher is lazy. Pure words ... how can you be an apprentice who has no right or wrong?"

"Why did the old donor say this?" Wunian said.

"I thought I would give Jiyan Yanfu dust ... She practiced with peace of mind and took care of Yunzhao. It's a pity ..."

I mentioned the word Yufuchen.

Wunian's face changed slightly.

Saitama whisk dust from the magic heaven Pavilion?

The audience was uproar.

Seeing Wu Nian's face not very good, Luo Xingkong quickly said: "Don't be fooled by this old devil, the mage helped me ..."

Luo Luo came to Wunian, raised his head and drank, "Old devil, do you think the old man will be afraid?"

Luzhou looked around the attic.

I was thinking in my heart, where are the other helpers of Tianjianmen hiding?

Can't you come out?

"This seat thought that you, as the former host of Tianjianmen, could distinguish right and wrong, and could spit out some high opinions on this lotus platform ... This seat is very disappointed."

Luzhou's voice is strong, calm and calm, "he is full of righteousness and morals, but he is full of people; he is self-righteous, but he is full of crude words; to this day, he still does not know it. The old man is lost! "

"You-" Luo Xingkong suddenly felt extremely tight.

Especially when these words come from the mouth of Luzhou, it is more lethal.

Tong Mingshi replied: "I don't know ... everyone has treated you as a laughing stock ..."

There were laughter around Lotus Terrace.

Who cares if you are wrong or not?

只 They just remember that Luo Changfeng did something disgusting.

Luo Luoxingkong seemed to hear it at this time. The sneer from all around ... abusive ... more and more unpleasant.

Some people exclaimed: "Luo Xingkong, 枉 You have lived for hundreds of years. You ca n’t beat other apprentices like this, but you still have to fight against others! It ’s not bad!”

"This old thief looks at himself too high, old and weak, and can only bark before the battle ... it's shameless!"

Huh!

Luo Luoxing Kong's eyes widened, and a sigh of depression in his chest, with the rolling blood, spit it out.

"Master!"

"Master!"

The disciples of Jiantian Gate gathered around.

Luo Luoxing's eyes glared almost to fall out.

The chest is undulating.

Seeing this, Master Wu Wunian said, "Amitabha, get out of here!"

Xiantian Jianmen disciple stepped back.

Wu Wunian waved Yu Fuchen, a faint blue light, and fell on Luo Xingkong's body!

Huh!

I was spitting blood again.

Wu Mingshi shook his head and said, "He is angered. Cihang Pudu will heal him so much that he will only die faster!"

Master Wu Nian heard the words and quickly put away Yu Fuchen.

Ten nuns behind him walked out and surrounded Luo Xingkong.

合 Fold your palms together and chant the scriptures.

"Meditation?"

Tong Mingshi said with a smile, "Old thief, don't hold it up ... why? Live and continue to be scolded by the world?"

"You ... you ... you ..." Luo Xing panted.

"A hundred dead. There is no longer any concern ... listen to me, let's go, anyway, you can't fight my master anyway."

"It's okay ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ You will be the first opponent to be mad at Motiange. It's very face-saving."

Huh! !! !!

Luo Luo was furious and attacked.

The chaotic vitality burst in the meridians.

Suddenly, he died of anger!

The **** was tilted and fell down.

The scene calmed down.

Around the lotus terrace, the crow and bird were silent.

Ten female nuns also stopped chanting the meditation spell.

The spectators are all confused ...

Luo Xingkong, the former host of Tiantang Gate, was so angry?

The surroundings are extremely quiet.

The needle drop is audible.

But Luzhou heard 1500 merit of the visitors system.

This is equivalent to being mad at the head of Motiange.

Luzhou did not expect that Luo Xingkong was so angry ...

No chance to shoot.

I'm afraid this will become the biggest joke ever in the practice world.

Tong Mingshi said innocently: "Don't look at me ... what does it have to do with me, I just kindly persuade it!"

"Amitabha ... the bad words hurt the cold in June, and the poor were doing their best." Wuyan sighed softly, turned, looked at the ten disciples, and said quietly, "Come on."

Luzhou calmly said, "You can't go."

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