Amu crossed over and blocked between Huang Baoyi and Jong Hyun. "The weather is very cold, I just want to go back to the house to cook the fire and warm it up, but the boy was very troubled. As I said, killing you is the easiest and direct."

So, I've watched it very lively.

Since Li Ruyu said that he would protect this saint of painting who was unwilling to be a career, he would protect himself.

Because... candied haws are delicious.

The thin Amu didn't laugh, and his thin body was blocking between the two, like a natural barrier that could not be overcome.

Huang Baoyi's expression was restrained and gradually became solemn, "I am a gentleman, and I don't want to compete with the little girl, so you should get out of here."

Amu hehe.

Huang Baoyi had no choice but to say to the young man holding the sword helplessly: "Leave this little woman to you, I'll deal with Wu Daozi."

The young man holding the sword was silent for a long time and looked back at the restaurant.

Mr. Han smiled but said nothing, and remained as motionless as a mountain.

At this time, I, the prefect, need the soldiers of Jiankang Mansion, but I'm sorry, I don't want to break up with the Beizhen Fushi in such a public situation.

After all, the young man was a hundred households of the Four Southern Wei Institutes, and behind it was the Empress's Northern Town Fushi.

Be vigilant and protect yourself.

Especially after seeing Jong Hyun, the sage of painting, Han no longer had much hope and would rather offend his mentor Wang Kun than openly stand against the empress.

He was even more reluctant to kill an alien because of this.

People do not punish themselves and kill them.

Mr. Han was watching the fun, which surprised Ning Hong. He was about to say something, but he was revealed. Mr. Han smiled gloomyly and said, "What do you think? I want me to interfere in helping the Northern Fushi Department visit your Fanzi?"

Ning Hong wisely chose to admit defeat.

The young man holding the sword did not see the movement of the Jiankang Mansion's soldiers, and guessed Han's intentions. He had no choice but to hold the sword and look at Amu, "Please."

Amu curled his lips, "Let you have three swords."

The young man holding the sword laughed furiously, and his tone was so crazy that he wanted to let you know how many eyes Prince Ma had. Although you could kill three people with sword energy, although I couldn't kill that strange man, it didn't mean I couldn't kill you.

The young man holding a sword sets out his sword.

Three swords, three swords are three swords.

As fast as lightning.

The only way to break the martial arts in the world is to be fast. The three swords of the young man holding the sword are so fast that there is no trace of it. Except for Huang Baoyi, almost no one saw him making a sword. Even the Liang family general who had been guarding Han's side did not see clearly.

But the three swords were useless and didn't even touch the corner of Amu's clothes.

Amu laughed, flipped his wrist, and a wooden sword appeared in his hand, and then stabbed it out with a sword.

This sword disappeared like the sun, and it was like a flying tiger.

The sword marks are slightly simple, but they contain deep sword energy, and are majestic, as if they are brave men at Guan.

This sword is unstoppable.

The young man holding the sword changed drastically.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and jumped onto a beam and disappeared into the vast house. He was agile and looked like a monkey at first glance. He was incredible. The person who didn't know the truth had no idea why he fled in panic.

This scene is extremely fast.

Before Huang Baoyi could walk towards Jonghyun, the young man holding the sword fled and disappeared without a trace, leaving behind this everyone who had read the Taoist scriptures and smiled bitterly.

Amu laughed, "Give up, Your Majesty said--"

A Mu suddenly put his hands behind him, shook his sleeves, imitating the tone of the woman Lin'an, "Tell that Huang Shang, I will not hold him accountable. As for whom I wanted to know who set up an ambush to kill his family back then, let him come to Lin'an to find me!"

I learned tone by 70% or 80 points, but my expression was not similar at all. My inappropriate look made many people laugh.

Huang Baoyi was silent.

"Master Huang, it's time for Marshang to stop the cliff, please think twice." Fang Shisan never appeared, and he came until the end of the meeting, staring at this former colleague and kindly advised him.

Huang Baoyi smiled bitterly, "Is it too late..."

Although he was conceited, at this moment, there was A Mu who was shocked by a sword and a young man who was holding the sword. There was Wu Daozi, a painting saint, and Li Ruyu, a young man who could not kill him. With Fang Shisan, who had a mysterious identity.

There is no chance of winning.

Fang Shisan smiled and said, "The empress can create a prosperous era, so she is naturally the wise king. She will not blame you too much. After all, she is also blinded by a traitor. Huang Zhubu has all his talents. When he goes to Lin'an to show his strength, would you really have to do your own thing and die in the end of thunder?"

Li Ruyu coughed, feeling a little disappointed...

This time, I didn't even pull out the sword, and it felt like I had seen a farce. I just came to Jiankang to make a soy sauce.

He said, "That's it."

Suddenly, I felt a little resentment, and I felt that I had reached Jiankang, just to cut off the thunder for these two strange people... The woman never expected that she could recruit Wu Daozi.

But it was also quite good. At least it was not bleeding. While finding out the trump card of my husband Wang Kun, I also saw clearly the position and intentions of Wang Kun's student Han.

But in contrast, my grandson Wang Kun also knew about Amu's existence.

These are all trivial matters.

The real game is the participation and division of politics after the wedding of Prince Zhao Yan, which is the major event that determines the belonging of the world.

Huang Baoyi finally moved, looked at Jong Hyun, and sighed: "It's a pity that I can't understand the pen of the painting saint."

Although Jong-hyun didn't know where this Yiren named Huang Baoyi came from, the person who could let Emperor Daliang know that he was Yiren and that he could not bear to punish him for his affairs for his grandfather Wang Kun must be a great man.

He said with a serious expression: "You know who I am, so I know that what I am best at is not Zhong Kui, but the Heavenly King Picture. Of course, if the soldiers meet, it will not be the Heavenly King who sends children, but the Heavenly King carrying swords. I just hope that I don't have to draw this picture again in my life!"

When will this picture be drawn?

When the world is in chaos and people are living in a mess, I used this to send people who harmed the people, whether they are the empress, Wang Kun, or Zhao Yan, I indulge in the mountains and rivers, my heart is in the world.

Huang Baoyi sighed, "Yes, I hope that the powerful and powerful people in the world will never let the saints draw pictures of the king!"

Looking up at the sky, two thunders struck down.

The colorless and silent thunder penetrated the world, with thunderous anger, and wanted to erase Jiankang, two strange people who violated the laws of heaven.

Fang Shisan looked at Li Ruyu with a smile, "Li Baihu, please."

Amu hehe.

Li Ruyu looked helpless, with red and white, blue and purple, and blood-red thunder blocking them. Can the colorful thunder and colorless thunder block themselves? Will they be killed by all?

However, the arrow is on the string.

Li Ruyu had no choice but to step forward, stand between Huang Baoyi and Jong Hyun and said, "Please get closer, please, two."

The young man drew his sword and stood up.

Block the thunder.

In the restaurant, Ning Hong and Han looked at each other, muttered something boring, and they went downstairs to return to their political enemies.

The man who was seventy-sixth-full after drinking turned his eyelids and said without fear of telling the secret: "I want to be struck by lightning again. Could it be that the strange man in the world raises his legs apart? This is a monster. Will that guy Li Qinglian really become a god?"

The man picked up the hexagram and went downstairs.

On the official road dozens of miles away from Jiankang, a teacher in white took a loli and a girl, swaying towards Jiankang on a horse and a donkey. He saw two colorless thunders falling from the sky from afar.

The Master was a little surprised.
Chapter completed!