Chapter 749, brothers are like brothers and feet, women are like clothes

At Lin Pingzhi's dinner, Zhu Peng and Bai Ling were surrounded by a group of scattered monks. In the face of the other party's 'intimidation', Zhu Peng was almost angry.

He didn't know that Luo Hao, the "Yanlan Poison Sword" in front of him, had another idea. At first, he was indeed fascinated by the beauty of Bai Ling. He had lived for nearly two hundred years. The woman had also tasted a lot, but the quality was like the woman in front of him, but he had never seen it. An evil fire ignited in his heart in an instant.

Neither Zhu Peng nor Bai Ling has much aura on his body. Zhu Peng has just come out of the customs, and there are not many hoods on his body, just like Zhu Peng looking at others. In Luo Hao's eyes, Zhu Peng and Bai Ling have also become new monks around Huashan, new and tender.

The qi pulse is extremely faint. Although the robe is exquisite, there is no spiritual light at all. Even Bai Ling has some strength. In Luo Hao's eyes, it is just a talented brute force. After all, if the cultivation is deep, several women can still be like Bai Ling. Even if they are threatened by the salted pig's hand, they can not show any aura after waving a palm. Overflow?

The accumulation of all these things proves Luo Hao's judgment and makes him gradually conclude that Zhu Peng and Bai Ling are the children of the declining practice family around Huashan. They have raised a little nobleness with the wealth of the world, but they don't know what to say. They dare to be wild at the banquet of the true disciples of Huashan...

Looking at Zhu Peng's beautiful woman like a snow lotus, there was an evil fire burning in Luo Hao's heart, which made him gradually throw away the last two points of scruples.

"Damn it, whatever, anyway, I have Master Lin as a backer behind, that is, what's really tricky behind this man and woman? Do you dare to blow up with Huashan Jianzong?

If there is such a beautiful woman in front of her, it will be worth living ten years less last time.

With such hateful words in his heart, Luo Hao finally made up his mind and took out his biggest card.

"Master Lin has decided to build another Beifu in the No. 7 mining area of Blood Soul in the south outside Huashan Xianmen. At that time, I will be the general manager of that Beifu. Let's help Master Lin take down these two trouble-making barbarians. Not only my Luo Hao, but also Master Lin will not forget your benefits and kindness."

In Luo Hao's words, Zhu Peng and Bai Ling didn't mean anything, but the scattered monks who were originally surrounded by them gradually turned red.

The swords are half out of the sheath one by one, showing the posture that they are about to take action.

"Linger, the No. 7 mining area is the original waste mine of our Blood Soul Pavilion, right? What does it mean to build a Beppu there? Why do they all look like flies seeing blood?

Zhu Peng did not mind the threat of scattered monks around him, but he was a little curious to pass on to Bai Ling. There are nearly 3,000 spiritual stone mining areas in the Blood Soul Pavilion, arranged in mining order, from one to three thousand.

So far, the top 20 spiritual mining areas have been mined, and the mineral resources have gradually dried up. Zhu Peng doesn't care much about it, so he can't understand the significance of establishing a monk's Beppu in the waste mining area, let alone the significance of such a Beppu for scattered monks.

In Zhu Peng's view, whether the aura of the cave is sufficient or not is not a living condition, but a matter of course. In addition to sufficient aura, it is more necessary to investigate whether the feng shui and the surrounding environment are beautiful and pleasant.

When he was a high priest or the owner of the Blood Soul Pavilion, Zhu Peng's Beppu Palace usually does not look for the most abundant aura, but only the best and pleasant scenery. The problems of aura purity and concentration are solved by the relevant array mages...

For a long time, Zhu Peng, Bai Ling and low-level monks have been completely in two worlds. They don't understand each other's living conditions. Zhu Peng is the worst time before rebirth, and at least ignores the ordinary lone strong man who builds a foundation. In terms of material conditions, he has almost never treated himself badly.

"When helping Sansan deal with the copywriting, he seems to have read the relevant information. It seems that many sects or family disciples who are somewhat related now will set up Bepfu near abandoned veins or abandoned elixir fields. After all, for a sect or family, there is no mineral veins of mining value, for individuals and even small and medium-sized forces. It is said that they are all too fat to be fat.

For scattered monks, entering such a branch office is not only to get a good job and cultivation environment, but also means the safety and stability of the second half of life and even the opportunity to improve - there are many people who are promoted from handymen to formal disciples every year.

After Bai Ling sorted it out, he transmitted the information in his mind to Zhu Peng through divine thoughts. The two "whisper" was hot, and they were afraid, timid and afraid in the eyes of Luo Hao and a group of Sanxiu.

For a while, even a few scattered repairs that were not intended to be done have been controlled one after another. Who doesn't pick up the cheap ones?

What's more, these low-level monks who have almost never picked up any cheap ones.

Looking at the overall situation, Luo Hao was almost more and more proud, and a proud red light overflowed from his whole face.

"Don't be unconvinced. I'll tell you that my Mr. Lin has made a private life with Miss Hua Mountain. Do you know who Miss Hua Mountain is?

It is the only daughter of Mr. Yue, the Jindan Zhenren of our Huashan Jianzong. Ling Huchong escaped early. If he escapes later, our Mr. Lin will directly deal with him. In addition to our Mr. Lin, the future head of Huashan Jianzong..."

"slap your mouth."

Just when Luo Hao used a stream of wine to fantasize about becoming the confidant of the head of Huashan in the future. If you want to be a girl, you can have a girl, and you can take the treasure of any treasure.

A faint word floated into his ear: "Dispoll the reputation of my Huashan disciples, give me a palm."

With Zhu Peng's order, Bai Ling's mind did not move, and her body instinctively rushed up. The next moment, her consciousness kept up with her body, and the girl even had leisure to stare at Zhu Peng fiercely.

Bai Ling's psychology is very strange. Sometimes she likes that she is Zhu Peng's personal treasure, and sometimes she hates Zhu Peng for looking at her as a treasure. This strange psychological change is difficult for even for her to analyze it clearly, or she is not willing to analyze it clearly at all. The sweet hazy feeling is sometimes very intoxicating.

Bai Ling suddenly exploded, and a beautiful girl who looked weak and weak burst out a strong temperament like a Tyrannosaurus Rex at the moment of action. She was impregnated by Zhu Peng's iron evil magnetism for many years. Gradually, even when she took action, she was stained with a lot of arrogance, and she usually wrote in front of Zhu Peng. The weak and delicate temperament forms a very abrupt and strange contrast.

"Boom"

Under the sympathetic feeling of the air machine, Bai Ling suddenly took action, and there were more than 20 people scattered around him to bombard him, but the cultivation gap between the two sides was too big. Their divine thoughts locked the qi machine of Bai Ling at all, and their consciousness could not even keep up with Bai Ling's movements.

The Qi attack of more than 20 people was just hitting the flashing light silver light and shadow. The next moment, the beautiful woman in a silver dress had already appeared in the middle of their crowd. Many scattered monks didn't even have time to turn back. They only felt a sudden explosion of a strong volcano behind them. Strong.

The "clapping" crowd exploded almost in an instant.

All the scattered monks who attacked were instantly blown away by Bai Ling at this moment. A body was shot like a cannonball at this time. At the large-scale banquet, a bursting picture like a blooming flower was formed. The wine and vegetables and the groaning injured were messy.

"Papa Papa..."

If Zhu Peng doesn't stop, Bai Ling won't stop at all. One slap, two slaps, four slaps, eight slaps... sixteen slaps.

Every time Bai Ling slapped Luo Hao, Luo Hao couldn't help taking a step back. When he retreated to the sixty-third step, Luo Hao was already on the stone wall behind him, his face was as swollen as a pig's head, and there was no way to retreat. At this time, Zhu Peng said lightly, "Well, it's Brother Lin's dog. Don't kill him directly."

After Zhu Peng's words, Bai Ling slapped him sixty-four times in the face, patted Luo Hao's face, and pressed his whole body into the stone wall, as if he were inlaid like a painting.

Although Bai Ling's power is huge, it is extremely well controlled. Every ray of force acts on Luo Hao, and the effect is extremely uniform. The force of these sixty-four palms can basically beat Luo Hao to death thirty-four times, but it is evenly and skillfully controlled by Bai Ling, but let the strength penetrate into his whole body, so that he is injured and not die, but completely Every inch of bone under his body is like an ant drilling a snake crawling, which makes his painful life worse than death, but he is not dead.

When Bai Ling pulled out, wiped his hands and retreated, Luo Hao slowly slid down the sunken stone wall, and his whole body was overflowing with blood and tears. He only looked extremely miserable from his appearance, but in fact, the injury he suffered was not serious, but he was just suffering a lot.

In this way, no matter how noisy and noisy the matter is, Zhu Peng also stood firm and made the other party suffer all kinds of humiliation, but there was nothing to say and no injustice to repay.

Bai Ling acted brazenly like a humanoid tyrannosaurus rex, but it was just three or five breaths of time, leaving a mess on the ground and a full of wailing. At this time, even a fool can see the extraordinary men and women in the field, almost "instantaneous" plural practitioners including Zhuji Luohao. Such existence, such a power, can not Is it a high-level man?

"Two or two sagers. Although the two sage masters have extraordinary accomplishments, Mr. Lin is a true disciple of Huashan Jianzong after all. He beats the dog and looks at a master. You'd better go quickly and leave for a long time."

The old man who came to the banquet with his little granddaughter came up to speak. He was not out of good intentions, but the scattered man almost instinctively led the wind. As he spoke, he hugged his granddaughter forward hard. His intention was simply self-evident.

The little girl in his arms was also quite cunning and cunning by her grandfather. After sweeping Zhu Peng and Bai Ling a few glances, she quickly judged the world's theorem that the beautiful elder sister is usually more talkative than the handsome big brother.

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