MTL - Man Huang Feng Bao-Chapter 8 Size

Accompanied by Zhu Sijia, Ye Chuan came to the Zangmen Pavilion in Zongmen.

Just about to look up and walk in, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking Ye Chuan's way.

Jinhua, a master of Alchemy Hall, has been waiting at the entrance of the Tibetan Classics for a long time. A pair of eyes sneaked into the hot Zhu Sijia.

"What do you want to do?" Ye Chuan's face was calm. No surprises and shocks seemed to have been expected. Jinhua, who suddenly jumped out, was greatly disappointed.

"Don't do anything, stay away from Jiajia's sister."

Jinhua stared at Ye Chuan wickedly, and the original face was suddenly picked up.

"This... I am afraid I can't." Ye Chuan shook his head. "I don't want to be with Jiajia. She is going to follow me."

"Far fare, that is the command of my grandfather, who is going to follow you?" Zhu Sijia was extremely angry, and opened the hand that Jinhua had extended, and he looked down at anyone who was not pleasing to the eye. Looking at the faint smile of Ye Chuan's face, this reaction was fooled.

"So far, kid, you go into the Tibetan Pavilion. But I can tell you clearly that the big disciples of Xuan Dingmen and Wuyimen are the masters of the monks triple, you even have a heavenly skill. The law is cultivated immediately, and it is not an opponent in the big contest. It is destined to die in their hands. Clever, just like a cow, the turtle is hiding on the Ziyun Peak. It doesn't matter if you die. Don't lose your face to Zongmen. ”

Jinhua looked disdainful and was too lazy to talk to Ye Chuan. "Jia Jia, let's go, I found a fun place in Houshan, and went for a walk together."

Jinhua once again reached out and wanted to hold the thin waist that Zhu Sijia could hold. After the mountains and monsters are rampant, most people do not dare to go during the day, but for the powerful disciples, it is a good place for the retreat. Make a quilt with a clear blue sky, take the green earth as a bed, and ride freely, oh, that way, people think about it.

"Don't go! Feed the mosquitoes yourself, don't bother me."

Zhu Sijia slammed Jinhua’s salty pig hand, showed the token to the guard, and went back to the Tibetan Classics Court without looking back. “Boy, I want to find a powerful practice and hurry!”

"Jinhua, brother, you see, I really don't want to be with Jiajia. It is her own willingness. Hey, women are troubles, beautiful women are more troublesome, and they can't get rid of them."

Ye Chuan shook his head, a look of embarrassment, slowly turned and left.

Behind him, the Jinhua face of Yushu Linfeng was mad. In the past few days, since Ye Chuan came back from the Valley of the Vulgar, he felt that Zhu Sijia was not guarding, and sometimes he was angry. Sometimes he was alone in a daze, and he completely cooled him aside.

"Kid, in a few days, see if you still laugh and laugh!"

Jinhua gritted his teeth and turned away. His heart was like a burning torch, and his anger was getting stronger.

He just couldn't understand, he couldn't compare himself to Ye Chuan, a mediocre and famous master. It looks better than him, the background is bigger than him, and his strength is higher than him. Where can't he compare? Is it true that Ye Chuan’s son has changed his temperament after his death, and the bad one has captured the heart of Zhu Sijia. Is it not bad enough for himself?

Jinhua’s heart was indignant and unsatisfied. He vented his anger to Ye Chuan and secretly figured out how to let the latter suffer.

The Tibetan Buddhist Scriptures were strict, but when they saw the hand of Zhu Sijia, no one blocked the two. Ye Chuan walked behind Zhu Sijia.

Like the Ordnance Pavilion, the Tibetan Classical Pavilion has three floors. It is said to be all-encompassing, with a collection of powerful heavenly exercises. Even the legends contain saints. It is a pity that even if it is even worse, it will not be with the average person. Without the command of the head or the Presbyterian Church, no one can be on the third floor.

"Golden Donkey, you can't get into the gun, kid, how is this practice?" Maybe I know that Ye Chuan is not much time, I have to scream in the big contest, maybe I don't want Ye Chuan to lose too much to give Zongmen a shame, Zhu Sijia took the initiative. Help Ye Chuan find a powerful method. Qi is angry, Xiao Nizi is still very arrogant, knowing what is powerful.

Ye Chuan shook his head. "No, change one."

"The moon is full of wind, you can go to the wind on the full moon night, this practice is very powerful, how?" Zhu Sijia took out a booklet, the two men's heads together, Ye Chuan smelled that A touch of body fragrance. The fragrance is intoxicating, and every mouth penetrates into the heart. Ye Chuan looks at the chest of Zhu Sijia's proud person, so he takes a big mouth with exaggeration.

"rogue!"

Zhu Sijia reacted and suddenly his neck was red, and Bai Baichuan opened his eyes and was ashamed and angry.

"Change again." Ye Chuan still shakes his head and smiles at the shy Zhu Sijia. This Nizi’s work is very hot and sultry. I didn’t expect it to be ashamed at the crucial moment.

The Tibetan Classical Pavilion is a heavy place for the clouds and fog. The disciples can only come in once a year, and the collections inside are unusual. Zhu Sijia found out many famous exercises. However, Ye Chuan did not look at it. Finally, in a corner, I found a dusty booklet with the words 'inch mans' on the cover.

"Kid, this... this is just a martial art, you..." Zhu Sijia looked at Ye Chuan incredulously.

Putting the monks who are dreaming of the monks, do not choose a martial art of talent cultivation in the secular, this brain is really in the water!

Zhu Sijia was puzzled and looked at Ye Chuan up and down.

After returning from the Valley of the Vulgar, the master of Ye Chuan became more and more obscured.

"I am only five weapons now, do not choose what martial arts to choose?" Ye Chuan smiled, turned and left.

There is no one to care about this practice. Only he knows that this is the talent of the ancestors of the Clouds.

The old guy used to be a rabbit demon, his mouth kept moving, and he liked to steal treasures and herbs. For this reason, he had hidden a small blade in his mouth. After tempering, condense this talent into a martial art. Later, after becoming a great saint, the ghost hand medicine king reorganized and condensed a bit. After the cultivation, the power was far above the general monk practice.

It is a pity that after millions of years, no one knows the goods in Yunwu Zong, and I don’t know the origin of this martial art.

It is rare to enter the Tibetan Classics Court. The disciples are all going to the various monks' exercises. Who will notice such a martial arts?

Even if someone came in and read this booklet occasionally, it would be useless to calm down and practice hard, and I couldn’t find the power of this practice.

With a dusty booklet, Ye Chuan left the Zangjing Pavilion and went to the Weapons Pavilion to pick nine thin blades that were one inch long.

After hearing the news, several elders shook their heads and looked ugly. Jinhua, who was thinking about how to start with Ye Chuan, was laughing.

Entering Baoshan but returning empty-handed, this is not an idiot?

Jinhua laughed happily, but in the blink of an eye, Zhu Sijia Ning could ignore himself with such an idiot, and he could not help but feel more depressed.

Lose to anyone, lose to Ye Chuan, a well-known and famous master, how can he raise his head in front of others after Jin Shao?

Jinhua used his strength to squeeze the glass in his hand, scaring the waitress in his arms to lose color. My heart is not good, no matter how good the wine is, it is not a taste.

"Young master, I want to let the boy of Ye Chuan eat a little bit of trouble, why don't we..."

The adviser standing on the side was slick and slick, knowing what Jinhua was thinking, and whispered a few words in his ear. Jinhua, who was gloomy, looked bright and laughed.

Someone is laughing in the Xuanding Gate, which is far away from the clouds and the clouds.

"Ha ha ha, all the body, the child, the life, entered the weapons cabinet but took a broom, went to the Tibetan Classics but chose a martial art. With such a big disciple, it is difficult for Yunzi Zong to lose. It seems that Yunqi Zong’s air transport is really over."

In a magnificent hall with two rows of bronze dings, a two-meter-high giant Han’s nose and blue light swayed, and he laughed. For a long time, looking at a confidant lying underneath, his face was cold. "Small five, Ye Chuan, the kid is really only five weapons? Are you inquiring?"

"Returning to the head of the door, the investigation is clear, and it is true." Xiaowu replied.

"Ha ha ha, good, continue to explore, while paying attention to the actions of Wuyimen. The cloud is over, the overlord of this cloud mountain is our mysterious door!"

The giant Han laughed, and the ninety-nine bronze big tripods in the hall sang at the same time. The guards who stayed outside the door felt the eardrum tingling, and the body turned into a sea. After a pause, the giant man’s face was cold, but he was still not at ease. “No, the deity still has to go to the cloud sect and see the situation of the cloud sect. Well, what kind of gift for the cloud sect? ”

The giant man above the main hall suddenly meditated, and his eyes were soaring. Not long after, there was a smile in my heart, and the smile was particularly cold.