Xie Pian has not produced such a creepy feeling for hundreds of years.

Mei Nianqing said that nothing was in front of him. His first reaction was himself, but he forgot, standing in front of Mei Nianqing, in addition to himself, and the monarch behind him!

just. He never thought about this person, so he suddenly felt amazed at the moment. Thanks for earning a bit, but the strength of the hand is great, and he firmly grasps him and does not move. He can't help but say: "You... your face..."

Junwus voice didnt sound too good, as if he noticed a big mistake, saying: Ah, for a moment, I let them run out.

Thanks to the wrist, it was a sharp pain. Finally, I couldnt hold the hilt and loosen it.

The long sword fell to the ground, and a "jingle" sound was heard in the hall. However, it is already late.

There are already many priests nearby, and like him, I saw the horrible face reflected in the red mirror!

Above the main hall, there is a dead silence. Almost all the priests were shocked. Including the recent and well-informed wind letter, Mei Nianqing took the opportunity to earn from his hand, grabbed the red mirror on the ground, raised his hands in front of Jun, and said: "Let's see clearly!! The person standing here now, look at his face!!!"

Several martial arts were the first to react. They took the sword and said, "Who are you?!"

The priests who stood in the distance were still unclear, and they all said: "What is it?" "Who is the general?" "How do you take the sword to the emperor?"

Mei Nianqing stared at Jun Wu, saying, "He is nothing but white!"

The feelings of sorrow and sorrow: "How can he be white and nothing? White is nothing to pretend to be an emperor?! Where is the real emperor?"

Xie Pity is also thinking about whether it has been dropped, but when did it start to drop the package? Why didn't he find out? Emperor Shenwu is not a low-key **** who has never seen the end of the dragon. In any case, it cannot be impersonated, but no one is aware of the whole heaven!

Mei Nianqing was waiting for the opening, but Jun Wu raised another hand and sighed: "You let me down again."

Mei Nianqings face changed a lot, as if she was suddenly caught in the throat. Lang Qianqiu lifted the epee, and "hw" the sword wind, and Jun Wu glanced back and Lang Qianqiu flew out.

The next moment, , Lang Qianqiu, Fengxin, admiration, right and true, almost the entire Wushen in the Shenwu Temple, all rounded up.

However, after a fragrant incense, Junwus hand was still holding the wrist of the pity, but all the gods who had been encircled, all fell.

On the top of the main hall, there was a martial art in the middle of the road. All of them lost their fighting power. Only Jun Wu and Xie Li stood. Mu Jing spit out a blood, sighing and swearing, saying: "You move! What are you doing?! Waiting to die?!"

He didn't know, thank you for not wanting to move, he couldn't move at all!

Junwu just grabbed him with one hand and let him feel that even if he bent his finger slightly, he would be noticed by the other party and immediately cut off, let alone counterattack! No matter where you judge, don't act rashly, it is the best choice!

This is the first martial art of the Three Realms!

The outermost priests scattered a circle, and finally they thought about it, and they rushed to the outside of the martial arts hall, but they rushed to the door, and the gorgeous twelve-door door suddenly closed automatically. In vain, the nearly 100 priests in the temple, either can not go out, or can not stand, it is really a mess. While Mei Nianqings body was pulled forward by an invisible force, Jun Wu grabbed his collar and smiled. You think that if you temporarily change your mind and say it in front of so many people, I will have no choice. You think, they know, can they threaten me when they are united? I can let them all go out with one hand."

It seems that Jun Wu first brought Mei Nianqing up, not just to let Xie pity and Huacheng say goodbye. He confessed or threatened some things about Mei Nianqing in the middle, so he was relieved to interrogate him at the Shenwu Temple. But who knows the last moment, Mei Nianqing has repented. He grabbed Junwu's sleeves with both hands and shouted to him: "His Royal Highness is going! He is crazy!"

Thanks for your pity: "National teacher!"

The next moment, Mei Nianqing could not speak, as if she had caught her neck. But he always wears his face to cover his neck. Xie pity can't see what's going on in his throat. Jun Wu sighed: "A fool, you are pushing them into the fire pit. They didn't care about their affairs, but now, everyone here doesn't want to live out of this fairy."

Hundreds of thousands of fires, thank you for your psychic immediately: "Sanlang!"

He never took the initiative to read the psychic password of Huacheng. At this critical juncture, he was not ashamed of it. His mind was silently silent. However, there was a dead silence and no response.

This psychic is completely blocked and feels exactly the same when it comes to Copper Mountain!

Jun Wu saw what he was thinking in his eyes and said: "Don't try it. I don't allow it, you can't pass it."

Xianjing was originally based on the mana of Junwu. Here is his territory. He is the biggest. Of course, he wants to know what to do. That is to say, now, the entire heavenly court, the entire Xianjing, has been completely isolated from other places. Its true that the sky is not called, the land is not working!

Suddenly, the door of the temple of the gods and martial arts was wide open, and the spirits of the gods were violent, and they were ecstatic, but they looked at the door of the temple. I saw a tall, black man standing outside the main hall. The momentum was strong, and the people who came were not good, stopping everyone from going. It is the spirit of Jin Yixian in the body!

The gods are at a loss, but they see the spirits entering the temple. They are kneeling down on the knees, and they respectfully respect the emperor.

Junwu said: "Get up and do things. You know what to do."

The spirit of the dagger, smiled: "Of course understand."

Admiring the wall and trying to stand up, I was surprised to see: "Isn't the spirit still absconding in the Copper Mountain?"

Junwu said: "Yes. However, I feel that the spirit is very useful. It is more useful than most of the priests. It is a rare talent. After all, I only made a small mistake, so I recruited him again.

To tell the truth, compared to the catastrophe of white clothes, the spirit has made a piece of cloak, it is really a "significant little mistake." The current Lingwen and Jinyixian are the subordinates of this "Junwu". At this moment, a group of white shadows flashed, and another thing came in, kneeling at the feet of Jun Wu, and licking his boots with relatives. Looking at the wind, he said: "What are you doing? Not coming back soon!"

That thing is the fetus. Instead of listening to his father's words, he vomited his bright letter to him fiercely. Feng Xin had just been beaten by Jun Wu and couldnt climb up. Now his son is holding the thigh of his enemy. Its hard to know who is jealous, and he cant wait to vomit blood. Then, another line of expressionless Wu Shenguan came in.

These martial arts officers are all coming from Junwu, and they only listen to his own orders. Lingwen got the appointment of Junwu, saying: "Put the various priests back to their respective temples, and take care of them."

He sat nearby and looked complicated. He said: "Learning, you really have no conscience."

Lingwen patted him on the shoulder and said: "I don't have a conscience. Do you know the first day you know me? How do you want to be together? Welcome at any time."

Hey, he laughed a few times and didnt speak.

Xie Li was once again given special treatment, and Jun Wu personally sent him to Xianle Palace. Jun Wudao: "Go."

Thanks for looking back at Mei Nianqing. what happened? who are you? What do you want to do? Who is this guy? In the end, is it that Jun Wu is still white? What does he want to do?

He has too many questions to ask, and he must ask separately and ask carefully. These questions can only be answered by Mei Nianqing. But Jun Wu will not give him this opportunity.

As soon as I stepped out of the Temple of the Gods, I would like to pity a little. On the streets of Xianjing, the sky is gloomy, the waves are turbulent, and the times are changing rapidly. It is completely different from the bright and bright in the past. Only the martial arts officers under the Shenwu Dian Junwu acted as usual, and escorted the various priests back to their respective temples, which seemed to be uneasy. The little priests who were in a hurry were all stunned and lying on the ground.

Needless to say, it must be the hands and feet of Jun Wu, and from the distance, there is also a bell of "When - when --". It seems that there is a problem with the bell.

The two walked along Xianjing Street and slowly went to Xianle Palace. On the way, Xie Pity quickly thought about the strategy of getting out of the way, but when he tried to drop the 10th meeting, all the clever strategies he could think of were useless in the face of Jun Wus absolute force. What's more, Junwu is not only armed, he can always see what he is thinking in his heart.

Into the Xianle Palace, Xie Pui still did not figure out what method, the heart of the road, and can not think of the method is also okay, as long as he does not spend time with the flower city, the flower city will be aware of the clue. As long as things don't get back before that, it's good. Who knows, after closing the door, Jun Wu suddenly said: "Are you thinking about blood and rain?"

"..."

The sentence of Jun Wu made him suddenly feel a guilty heart, and his heart beat wildly.

Thank you for your answer, "Yes"? Will that Junwu be unfavorable to Huacheng? "No"? Junwu may not believe it.

Seeing that he did not answer, Junwu smiled: "Don't worry, I know, you must think about him. You want to psychic with him."

His tone of speech and thankfulness is as good as ever, gentle, inclusive, steady, reliable, without any change. But the more it is, the more confused and awkward it is.

Listen to Jun Wu: "If you really want to, then you will have a spirit with him and talk."

"..."

He guessed what Xie Pity had to think about when he entered the door. He knows everything!

Junwu smiles unchanged, said: "Xianle, you know what to say, let him not worry too much. Your **** rain flower must be very happy that you go to find him psychic."

Said, he put his hand on the shoulders of thank you. Xie pity felt a subtle volatility, knowing what magic tricks Jun Jun used, and can hear his psychic content. Even if you don't say it, you can hear it. And thank you naturally understand that Jun Wu wants to hear what he said.

After a pause, he smacked his head and read the psychic password of Huacheng.

When I heard the password, Junwu seemed to feel very interesting and smiled. Cherished but not in a mood of embarrassment or shame. Almost instantaneously, the voice of Huacheng rang in the ear. He sighed: "Brother, brother, after so long, you finally remembered Saburo, I am coming."

Xie pity and Jun Wu eyes. He said: "Sanlang, I have only left less than an hour."

Huacheng said: "In my opinion, the only point is away', not one hour. Its a moment and its leaving.

Jun Wu can just listen to him!

At the moment, the situation is so dangerous, but the pity is still a bit embarrassing. Jun Wudao: "It's a pity that he has to wait for more than one hour. Continue. Tell him that he won't see you until the Wraith is disposed of. Don't bend around and hint at him, I can hear it."

After the resentment is finished, it is seven days and seven nights. After a pause, thank you: "You can't wait for an hour. If I have to spend a lot of time this time, what should I do?"

Huacheng Road: "Junwu has given you a lot of tasks?"

Thank you, "Yes."

Huacheng Road: "I will help you."

Jun Wudao: "Tell him to finish this task, I will promise you three years of leisure."

Thanks to pity: "No, Saburo, you help me to keep that line, it is already a big help, let me come. The emperor has already said, after finishing this bunch of tasks, I can have three years. Leisure, nothing to do."

Huacheng Road: "Just three years?"

Thanks to pity: "Isn't it three years long? It's already a sweet little."

"Okay. But-"

He said leisurely: "Brother, this is your sweetness, then what about me?"