Chapter 331 The ghost of the Zen sacrifice is also worried

"Me! "It's sad."

Mr. Mingyue and Ouyang Huacan jumped out of the circle and stared at it. They saw two masters and apprentices coming from the ancient road: Ghosts see sorrow and autumn wind twelve!

Mr. Mingyue only had a bitter smile, and the time to come finally came. Although he did not see ghosts and worry about taking action, just by looking at his apprentice Qiu Feng 12, he already knew that there was no false scholar under his reputation.

Mr. Mei and the barefoot old man Mei were overjoyed and retreated one after another. After gasping for a long time, the barefoot old man Mei Er was happy and said, "Old ghost, why did you come here? Our two brothers are so tired!"

The dementor of Mochou Valley's flying knife dementor saw his gloomy face, frowned slightly, and said unhappily, "Can't you even clean up the two juniors? What a shame."

Meizhuang's second old man had a fever, and Mei, who was not drunk, sighed, "It's all right. Well, that's not one injured by me. Only this little white face is the most difficult to deal with, which makes it an excellent Taoist light sword, which is extremely powerful."

Qiu Feng 12 also helped the two uncles and said, "Master! The three deadly knives you taught me were easily resolved by him, and he couldn't even do anything about it.

When the ghost saw the sadness, his face was even heavier. He stepped forward, his eyes were like a knife, and he stared coldly at Mr. Mingyue, and said coldly, "Aren't you, the prince Mingyue who was with the mad knife when you were in the cave of Xiandu?"

Mr. Mingyue said loudly, "Exactly!"

Gong Xhou sneered and said, "The stinky boy is really a little capable. He can actually break the three deadly knives of Twelve Lang. Hey hey, who would have thought that your martial arts skills have made great progress in more than a month."

Mr. Mingyue said lightly, "I'm afraid to be a little."

At this time, Vanilla also couldn't care about Baili Linxuan. Seeing that there were many people on the other party, she also came to be worried about Confucian scholars. Vanilla had to hold Baili Linxuan to rest by the road, pulled out her dagger and stood on the side of Mr. Mingyue and Ouyang Huacan.

The ghost's eyes turned to Ouyang Huacan and Vanilla again, and said coldly, "Who are you? Are they all invited by Bixia Palace?

Ouyang Huacan said in a rough voice, "The second disciple with a smile, Ouyang Huacan!"

Mochou Valley owner sneered when he saw it: "A smile? Haha, your master is just a famous fisherman. What ability do you have? Isn't it just a better ability to escape? Haha."

The two uncles of Qiu Feng 12 and Mei Zhuang's two elders laughed at each other when they heard the ghost's sarcastic words.

Ouyang Huacan's face was pale, but he was clumsy in words. For a moment, he couldn't figure out how to refute it. He wished he could punch this thin and dry old man who didn't look like a ghost.

Vanilla stopped him and said loudly, "I am a disciple of Bixia Yuanjun of Bixia Palace. Since you have come to Mount Tai, you should follow the way of being a guest, not to mention colluding with Buddhism in the world to disturb the Zen festival. Recently, you have been wantonly bullied the small and hurting my Taoist friends. What should you be guilty of!"

The ghost smiled sadly: "What should I do? Humph, female doll, do you think you are the owner of Bixia Palace? Not bad! I'm here to stir up the Zen sacrifice and teach you ignorant Taoist juniors, hum! Prince Mingyue, can you catch my disciple Twelve Lang's deadly three knives and dare to fight against me?

Mr. Mingyue stood up and said coldly, "Why don't you dare?"

Vanilla asked the name of the flying knife dementor and said, "Brother Mingyue, don't be angry for a while. You can't beat him."

Mr. Mingyue also pulled Sister Vanilla closer, lowered his voice and said with a wry smile, "How can I know? Well, even if I don't come out, ghosts may not let us go. This is called knowing that you can't do it. Sister Vanilla, take time to warn you quickly. Even if you go to Tai'an City, there are many inns where I teach descendants and invite a few more seniors.

Vanilla said anxiously, "I won't go!" I can't trust you."

Mr. Mingyue whispered, "What a childish word. Go!"

Qiu Feng twelve shouted harshly, "Have you finished your love words? Prince Mingyue, there is no war! My master doesn't have time to wait for you.

Vanilla's face turned red and quickly retreated. Mr. Mingyue came forward with his hands on his back, and his cold star-like eyes stared at the ghost.

Gun Jianchou also admired the courage of this little white face and said faintly, "Good boy, you have the courage to fight against me alone. Why don't you do anything?"

Mr. Mingyue also smiled indifferently and said, "At least you are a senior. Please go first!"

When the ghost saw that his pupils seemed to be shrinking, he laughed angrily: "What a big tone! How dare you let me, okay! Today, I will call you a madman who has no place to die!"

While talking, the ghost saw the sorrow suddenly took action, and a bright light came. The ghost saw the worry was conceited and did not want to take the life of Mr. Mingyue with an invisible flying knife, and wanted to convince him to lose.

Mr. Mingyue knows that ghosts are good at flying knives. The so-called flying knives are not knowing how many heroes have been buried. In the name of ghosts, I don't know how many people talk about ghosts and colors. Although it is extremely dangerous to fight against him today, it is also an honor.

Mr. Mingyue has already taken good measures. First, he did not use the Xuanmen heart method of Taoism, but transported Ziwei Shenzhao and Ziwei, which were taught by Master Shaner.

Seeing the light of the knife, the prince of the bright moon changed his shape and dodged by, dodged the flying knife of ghosts and sorrow, and carried up the Ziwei Guangjue. First, he hit a dark cloud, and saw a red cloud like a shadow to the ghost.

He shouted sadly, "Good boy, you don't need to be authentic in Xuanmen. Where did you learn the left side door!"

When the ghost saw that the sad palm was like the wind, he forced the clouds away with a strong internal force. At this time, Mr. Mingyue did not dare to let it happen again. Ziwei's light continued one after another. When the ghost saw it, he was busy with fight, and for a moment, he could not free his hands to release the knife.

Mr. Mingyue shouted loudly: "Nine stars fall!"

I saw that the son of Mingyue carried out the purple myrtle god, and his palms were one point. In an instant, the two palms were condensed into a very strong peach red light. It was very beautiful. In an instant, his palms closed, forcing dozens of light decisions, and pushed them together.

When the owner of Mochou Valley saw the light coming, he did not dare to neglect it. At the moment, he also drank. The broad sleeves of the robe gathered together and condensed the wind, and the wind was full of the wind. In one move, the wind withdrew and scattered the nine stars of the bright moon.

Once the two people were recruited, they only used a flying knife. Mr. Mingyue's internal strength was not a little worse than that of him, but Sister Vanilla didn't run away. She caught a glimpse of her watery peach blossom eyes and saw that her watery peach blossoms were full of concern.

Mr. Mingyue sighed in his heart and turned his true power into a sword. With the Bibo sword in his hand, he knew that this light sword was the most durable, and he would like to compete with ghosts for more time.