Chapter 35 Red Mud Little Swallow Wandering

"This..." Xia brothers looked at each other and couldn't help but ask, "I live in Yunxuan, which occupies a vast area. If you want to visit Xuanzhong, you can be entertained in the front yard, but if there is no father's order, my brothers can't let a few people enter the middle gate or even the backyard where their father rests. Please forgive me..."

Xia Wenqing politely refused Sun Dezong's request for a visit. After hearing the words, the swordsmen and the monkshou of the army couldn't help but feel dissatisfied. The monk who claimed to be He shouted, "I came here from thousands of miles away from abroad. How can I go back to the house without even seeing Xia Hongyuan? You two little Don't tell jokes, open the door and treat me with good wine and meat!"

When Qi Miao heard the words, she was moved: "It turns out that this monk is not only rude, but also a flower monk..."

"To tell you the truth, opening the door and bowing the guests is the way to be a master..." Xia Wenqing saw Qi Miao at the beginning of the beginning. Although his expression was upside down and looked like a dunk, after all, everyone's children were right at this time, but they were quite masterly demeanor. He looked around the people in front of him and said humbly, "There is a guest room in the front yard of Ju Yunxuan. If the guests want to enter and have a look, they can take care of the wine and meat in Xuanzhong. You can stay as long as you want, but..."

"Just what?" The monk surnamed He questioned.

Xia Wenqing thought for a moment and said with a serious look, "But if you want to cross the middle gate to see your father without notification, you can't..."

"Hahahaha, yellow mouth and white teeth, child..." The monk surnamed He laughed loudly and said, "Your words are winding. Don't you want me to see Xia Hongyuan? Don't pretend to be confused. You two won't know why so many of us came here. Go in quickly and inform your father and ask him to come to welcome He in person!"

"My father has been closed for many years and thanked the guests behind closed doors. It's not easy for my brothers to meet him..." Xia Wenqing looked embarrassed.

"Do not shirk the noise again, play tricks to coax He, and be careful of grandpa hitting you two's buttocks!" The monk shouted.

"You are so unreasonable!" When Xia Wuming heard that this monk spoke lightly again and again, he finally couldn't stand his youthful heart and became angry. He scolded, "I, Ju Yunxuan, don't welcome you as a rude person. Not to mention seeing my father, that's it..."

He was about to say that it was the gate of the front hall, and I couldn't let you in. Before he could say anything, he saw the monk surnamed He screaming strangely and burst into a straight line, suddenly jumping up from the rock wall.

"What an annoying doll!" Suddenly, the monk surnamed He hit the mountain cliff on an open ground in front of Yunxuan's main gate. He condensed his hands into claws and grabbed Xia Wuming's chest. Xia Wuming's face tightened, and his figure was slightly blurred, and his figure was slightly blurred. He flashed away in an instant, and then appeared two or three feet away.

The monk He grabbed a statue with his left hand. He grabbed it with his hand, and a strong wind disturbed the shadow left by Xia Wuming. The monk said, "What?" With a sound, the offensive did not stop and chased him again. At this time, a tall figure suddenly stopped him on his way, and a big knife came to him with a sharp wind. He was shocked and hurriedly scattered his claws into his hand, condensed his fingers into a knife, facing the wind, and fought fiercely with the ring-headed knife that cut him.

With just one sound, the monk surnamed He just stopped, but the man holding the knife in front of him shook three times and retreated two steps, which could not stop his figure. The monk surnamed He looked over and couldn't help laughing and said, "Is the owner of the Iron Sword Gate really popular? It's you, I haven't seen you for a long time... Oh? Why did you change to a knife? What about the ice-salted iron sword?

Qi Miao saw that the current monk surnamed He for Xia Wuming turned out to be crazy and entangled with the two brothers. Half of them couldn't help but feel strange, and half felt funny. In his ears, the monk surnamed He asked the question that everyone had been asking in their hearts. How did the iron sword door owner abandon his sword and use the ring ring The knife quietly watched his answer, and only heard the popular old man blush and scolded angrily:

"He Xumi! You unreasonable monk, don't get anything close to me. What weapons Feng uses have nothing to do with you. At present, the master's family has said that they don't welcome you to enter the door. If you still don't know how to advance or retreat and pester, don't blame Feng for being rude to you!"

Qi Miao and others all said in their hearts, "It turns out that this monk's name is He Xumi, but I don't know where he came from..."

Besides, as soon as the popular truth came out, Chen Kai next to him couldn't help shaking his head and said that the old man was afraid of bad luck. Previously, Sun Dezong took him to bump into the monk with Qin Yi. This man spoke recklessly. Sun Dezong floated out of the group. The identity of the head of the Tiandu sect was also a high position of the demon religion. He was used to it. How can he be tolerated to him. Unbridled, he immediately fucked/played Yaoqin and taught this person a lesson, but his Taoism was profound. The sound of the piano was more fierce than that, and the close fight took advantage of him, but he failed to defeat this man. It can be seen that the monk is profound.

At this moment, Chen opened his eyes and saw that the popular hand holding a knife couldn't help shaking. He thought that he condensed his hand into a knife and fought with your real knife *, and he would kill you back. If you still want to show off, I'm afraid that your old life will be finished, but I'm afraid it will be finished...

He shook his head and blurted out: "I'm afraid it's over..." Feng Xingzhen stared at him angrily. Qin Yi was also stunned and squeezed his palm fiercely. Chen Kai stopped thinking. Nuo lowered his head, but his eyes did not let go of Feng Xingzhen. He still looked at him maliciously and still said in his heart, "I'm afraid it's over..."

Sure enough, the monk who was called He Xumi said angrily, "When He killed your Iron Sword Gate a few years ago, if that man hadn't hidden in your door and saved your dog's life, I don't know how many times you have been reincarnated. Today, it's a dog fighting against human power. He actually relies on the power of the Xia family to be wild in front of your grandfather. See if I don't teach you a good lesson. Teach me a lesson, you son of a bitch!"

His monk's mouth was dirty, and others laughed at him. Chen Kai thought randomly: "This monk is almost as old as the old man opposite, and he is more than half a hundred years old. It's really interesting for an old man to call another old man's grandson here..."

He also thought that He Xumi had scolded Sun Dezong as an old man, and couldn't help saying happily in his heart: "Sun Jushi was called an old generation by He Monk, and He Monk's new one became Sun Jushi's great-grandson..."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt coke in his heart. He tilted his eyes and said that he didn't know when he had become a grandpa. For a moment, he couldn't stand it. Chen Kai laughed. Sun Dezong glanced at him white, his face was solemn and not angry. Chen Kai spit out his tongue and hurriedly lowered his head, and did not dare to think nonsense. I thought about it.

On this side, He Xumi shouted and scolded and rushed to the popular real, but saw that his figure did not suddenly change. On the contrary, he went straight and took a fierce action, but it was the same as the popular real skill, but the latter seemed gentle compared with him...

I saw that the wind was really like a big enemy, wearing a big knife in his hand and dancing in the wind. The ring knife sprinkled the true air into a power grid and protected his chest. He Xumi laughed loudly and did not avoid it, let alone weapons. He only saw him jump. In an instant, there was really no figure in the wind, and there was only thunder in his ears. The roar.

When there was a crisp sound, the big knife in Fengxing's hand stopped silently. He fixed his eyes and saw that there was a piece of sword on the ring head knife made of fine iron. At this time, He Xumi's bold and bold figure suddenly appeared in front of him. He only heard him laugh and showed his palms. Qi Miao and others looked at it, and saw his two fingers caught. A blade makes you feel cold.

It turned out that He Xumi was decisive and brave. In an instant, he reached into the wind and dancing Gangfeng knife network and easily cut off the ring knife full of the true spirit of the iron sword gate owner with only two fingers.

At this time, he laughed, his eyes contemptuously, held the blade between his fingers, threw it at the popular feet, and snorted coldly, "Arms block the car, dare to laugh unmeasurable!"

The old face suddenly couldn't hang up. Previously, he took action with selfishness. Thinking of Ju Yunxuan's conspiracy, if he had been more attentive, he might get more benefits. At this moment, he was despised by He Xumi. He was so angry that he turned his hand to interrupt the knife, like a hurricane and cut it horizontally...

"I don't know how to advance or retreat!" He Xumi shouted angrily, leaned forward, leaned forward, with a fierce palm, and hit the knife. At this moment, he was not in a hurry to deal with it when he was stopped by this trend. He only saw him cut away with one palm. The life of the first knife was suddenly broken again. Fengxing's true expression was stunned, but He Xumi did not allow him to thank him and took action as fast as the wind. Like electricity, just a few crisp sounds, and the thick-backed knife made of fine iron in his hand was split into countless pieces by the force of the rude monk's palm.

A piece of fragments scattered under his feet, Feng Xingzhen only felt stunned, but He Xumi did not allow him to breathe, but even bullied him. He slapped him and hit his chest. Feng Xingzhen's deep hatred suddenly called the police, his thick back tightened, and he only felt that his hair was cold, but he encountered a critical moment of death and a world crisis...

He was not allowed to think too much. He was full of Zhenyuan, and his left hand was instantly covered with a layer of black gas. The palm of his hand hit by He Xumi was another hard fight.

Hearing a scream, Feng Xingzhen spewed out a mouthful of red blood, and fell back and fell to the ground fiercely. When Qi Miao looked over, she saw him supporting him and getting up, and saved his life under such a fierce offensive. Looking at He Xumi, there was no choice but to run a black gas on his palm, which and Shang hurriedly waved his hand, but the black gas was like a maggot of the tarsoas, lingering.

"This trend has really learned the ghost path!" Qimiao and Qin Yi and others were shocked when they knew this trick, and immediately thought, "I don't know what this person has to do with the demon religion?"

"Very good, very good!" He Xumi snorted coldly, as if he didn't care. Suddenly, he half squatted down and inserted the black hand into the ground fiercely.