MTL - Eternal Gate-Chapter 48 Beautiful eyes

In a small village, crying ceaselessly all day.

Zhao Yun drew the talisman with peace of mind, and did not come out of the hut until night fell, holding a basket of paper money with runes painted on it. It was also learned from that rune recording. There is a saying in the book that it can be used to save the undead. , If there really is a hell, then these paper money will be silver.

Not far away, Niu Hong was quite busy.

There were also villagers who ran around, prepared a full twenty-two carriages, and made up their minds to move. There were a hundred villagers, no one opposed, and the small village was remote and far away from the prosperous place. It was the robber’s living target. , This time Zhao Yun is under the protection, but people can't stay here for the rest of their lives, saving people in a village, and still willing to help settle down, this is already a great kindness.

early morning.

The sky was not bright yet, and the twenty-two carriages drove out of the village mightily. There were a lot of choking noises. Almost everyone held a tablet in their arms. They walked far away without forgetting to look back. They left their hometown, and felt a bit disappointed. Generations are here, and I don’t know when I will come back.

"Hurry up, keep up."

Niu Hong rode a horse, running back and forth, and when he saw who was left behind, he urged.

Clear division of labor.

Zhao Yun opened the road ahead, not idle all the way, enlightenment while practicing.

despair! despair! despair!

Looking at the horse he was riding, he looked very sluggish, and his expression was very depressed, depressed that the person on his back was so heavy! Besides, the sound of bone crackling remained unbroken all the way.

That's right, Zhao Yun is carrying the Long Yuan sword.

He is not heavy, but this sword alone is enough weight, a few hundred catties are available.

"Come on, practice it for you."

Niu Hong caught up with him on horseback, and stuffed an ancient scroll to Zhao Yun, which was the secret technique of dragon singing and tiger roar.

I once said that I don't break my promise.

"What a shame."

Zhao Yun laughed, talking like this, but he was not idle, Ma Liu took the ancient scroll.

"How long will it take to get to Wangucheng?" the little fat man asked.

"At this speed, at most seven days." Zhao Yun replied casually, and was already immersed in the study of dragons and tigers, such as this sound wave secret technique, his Zhao family did not have it, or it was lost for some reason.

I have seen it roughly, but it is not complicated.

It may also be that he is highly talented and learns everything quickly. It is nothing more than operating the technique, stimulating sound waves with true essence, and what he wants is a burst of explosive power. This technique also requires the strength of the physical body, such as the veins and the five internal organs. If the six fu-organs do not meet the standard, they may hurt themselves while hurting the enemy.

This is only the most basic.

Dragon Yinhuxiao explained that the higher the spirit level, the greater the power of this technique.

In the final analysis, it is its own heritage.

Like the dragon roaring and the tiger roaring, if it is performed by the Heavenly Martial Realm, his viscera can be shaken by a single voice.

He took the ancient scrolls because of the scorn.

Then, there was a voice.

It may be because of the melting of the dragon blood. With this dragon roar, he heard the dragon roar, as if there was no tiger roar. There was a vigorous dragon roar, and the rock on the opposite side of the tremor cracked.

"Not bad." Zhao Yun smiled.

Looking at Niu Hong, his eyes are straight, it's really a weird, but it's a bit of a stick, is this practiced?

Also, what about Dragons and Tigers? Why is there only Dragon Yin.

The same secret technique was repaired by Zhao Yun, and it was much more powerful than his.

"Background, it's a good thing."

Niu Hong muttered in his heart, he still understood the truth.

Roar!

When he muttered, Zhao Yun let out another voice.

This time, even more domineering than before, there is still no tiger roar, and Long Yin is more pure and vigorous.

Wow....!

Niu rubbed his head, the closest to Zhao Yun, he was dizzy as he roared.

If the sound wave was aimed at him, he would have mostly been spurted blood.

"Tian Lei Sword Art, I have passed you on."

Zhao Yun said with a smile, a secret scroll of the sword tactic was stuffed into Niu Hong. As for those who escape from the ground, penetrate the wall, and walk in the wind, they cannot be passed on. The Moon God has also warned that what she has passed on is best not to be passed on.

"It's really bright."

Niu Hong smiled, knowing that Zhao Yun's swordsmanship was superb, and he wanted to learn it.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The rest of the way, the roar continued, and the dragon chants became louder than ever.

It is Zhao Yun who is cultivating dragons and tigers.

Watching Niu Boom, he consciously ran back and wandered. Staying here, he would be shocked to vomit blood.

The horse team moved forward slowly.

I saw it from a distance and thought it was a dart player if I didn't know it?

It was getting late and the horse team stopped in the forest.

The speed of dragging the family to the mouth is slow. At this speed, it is indeed only seven or eight days away.

For Zhao Yun, it is also a kind of practice.

Bringing these people safely to Wanggu City is the completion of merit. This may be the cause and effect mentioned in the Xuanmen Tianshu. It is a mysterious and mysterious thing, which is not obvious at this moment. When you cultivate to a certain level in the future, you will It gradually appeared, as if it could affect one's own air luck.

As night fell, the forest bonfire was bright.

The villagers moved their pots to make food and fled, no matter which one is which, the atmosphere is very harmonious.

After the meal, Zhao Yun sat under the tree and meditated quietly.

Not far away, Niu Hong was the same, with good resilience, and his arm recovered. It should be attributed to his weird bloodline. The long blackness does not fall. It is not sun-dried, but must be inherited from the family.

Ok?

When the breeze came, Zhao Yun opened his eyes.

"Bloody."

Niu banged over and jumped up, that little nose is really not so sharp.

"female."

Then, the goods added another sentence, smelling the fragrance of women.

Whoosh!

When I was watching, a dark shadow swept into this mountain forest, wearing night clothes, with his left hand holding the bleeding right arm, staggering along the way, sometimes coughing up blood, needless to say, severely injured.

"A pair of beautiful eyes."

Zhao Yun murmured, the woman's cheeks were hidden, and only one pair of eyes was exposed. The spirit was as clear as water. From her eyes, the slightest dirt was not seen, and the black gauze covered her face. With a pair of beautiful eyes, there was more mystery. People do not realize that under that veil is a peerless face.

"It should be an assassin."

The bull shook his nose, and he could smell the blood and some evil aura.

"Bitch, where do you go."

After the female assassin in black, two more people came, an old man with a hunchback, and a young man in a purple robe. The one who scolded was the young man in the purple robe. As for the **** in his mouth, it was needless to say that it was the female assassin.

"Xuan Yang, the peak of the true spirit."

Zhao Yun looked at the little Lingzhu, the hunched old man was in the Xuanyang realm, and the purple-robed youth was the peak of the true spirit.

The villagers were frightened and hugged each other.

Niu Hong let out a relief, and sat back to his original position. He looked at the jungle afterwards. He didn't chase after him. He was out of the house. It is better to do more than to do less. After all, it is better to drag the family away and participate less.

"A pair of beautiful eyes."

Here, Zhao Yun is still muttering, his eyes seem to be magical.

At night, fell into tranquility again.

At some point, Zhao Yun opened his eyes again, because the little Lingzhu in his arms was bright again.

"Bitch, don't let Lao Tzu catch you."

Sure enough, the cursing sounded again. It was the former purple-robed youth who came back cursingly. He should have not caught up with the black-clothed female assassin. His face was rather ugly, his teeth were gritted, and he was angry.

As he passed by here, he slowly stopped and glanced at the horse team.

When he glanced at it, the villagers were afraid to speak, and the little children hid in their mothers' arms.

"interesting."

The purple-robed youth smiled faintly and touched his chin. There was a flickering light in his eyes. The so-called anger was turned into a **** because of the few girls in the village. He wanted to find someone to vent.

"Little girl, she's kind of pretty."

The corners of the purple-robed youth's mouth were slightly raised, and the smile was obscene. He took his steps and went straight to a young girl. It seemed that the girl's pain was ringing in his ears. The feeling of wanton ravages should be wonderful.

"What are you doing."

Niu Hong stepped forward and blocked the way of the purple-robed youth.

"The true spirit is heavy."

The purple-robed youth laughed playfully and threw out a money bag at random.

The implication is obvious: that girl, I want it.

Niu didn't even look at it, still sticking to it, and there was an angry expression in his eyes.

Zhao Yun didn't move either, not afraid, but staring at another person.

That's right, besides this purple-robed youth, there is another one in secret, it should be the hunched old man. He just arrived here a moment ago. Seeing that the purple-robed youth was looking for some fun, he opened one eye and closed one eye.

"Senior, it's not easy to escape."

Zhao Yun spoke slowly, speaking to the hunched old man in secret.

"Who do you think you are."

The hunchbacked old man didn’t say a word, but the purple-robed youth turned his eyes and glanced at Zhao Yun contemptuously. He seemed to know that the hunchbacked old man was in the dark, so what was he afraid of? Even if he didn’t have his humpbacked old man, he didn’t need to be afraid. At the peak of the true spirit, it is extremely easy to fight the two true spirits.

Wo Huo.

Mainly tonight, chasing all the way, the female assassin ran away, suffocated the fire, and urgently needs to find someone to vent. It's okay after him. If he doesn't, he doesn't mind the murder. In the deep mountains and old forests, killing people and surpassing goods, there are often things that no one knows.

Zhao Yun ignored the purple-robed youth, waiting for the hunched old man to reply.

If you care, you will be at peace and everything will go your own way; if you don't care, then we will have to kill him.

The hump-backed old man smiled and would not interfere.

The two true spirit realms are one level, and there is no difference without ants. Since they are ants, how can they be qualified to negotiate with him, after the purple-robed youth is cool and happy, he doesn't mind destroying all these people.

Besides, he was also angry.

Not to mention the purple robe youth, even he wants to find a woman to have fun.

"court death."

Here, the purple-robed youth has moved, his palms are overflowing, and he slaps the cow with a palm.

Niu Hong is also a man, not retreating but advancing, the true essence surging between his palms and fingers, he fisted forward.

boom!

The fists collided and thunderstorms exploded.

Looking at the battle, the peak of the true spirit absolutely crushed the first one, and Niu Hong was beaten back.

"I can't help myself."

The purple-robed youth smiled and attacked again.

Whoosh!

When Zhao Yun arrived, his body was like a ghost, reappearing, and he was already in front of the purple robe youth.

"you....."

The purple-robed youth suddenly changed his expression. He obviously underestimated Zhao Yun and his posture. He was so curious, so fast that he couldn't see clearly. It was only true spirit, so fast.

Jingle Bell!

Suddenly, a strange bell rang, and it was the cow that shook the dementing bell.

The devilishness of the bell disturbed the mind of the purple-robed youth.

After half a moment of trance, Zhao Yun has arrived. When the purple-robed youth swayed the gods, the Zixiao sword was already on his shoulders. The sword light was cold. If Zhao Yun was willing, a sword could kill him.

It was a surprise attack.

I have to say that his cooperation with Little Fatty is still perfect.

"Good for you."

The purple-robed youth sneered. The sword was on his shoulders. He didn't dare to move, but he was not afraid. He didn't think that Zhao Yun would dare to kill him. There is also a Xuanyang realm on my side. If you dare to kill me, you all have to die.

"What a junior."

Speaking of the Xuanyang realm, the humpbacked old man had jumped out, ignoring Niu Bang and only looking at Zhao Yun. The fast speed really caught him off guard, and even the peak of a true spirit was instantly restrained.

"Let go of my young master, everything is fine."

The humpbacked old man snorted coldly, the true essence was overflowing, wondering where he could kill Zhao Yun with one blow.

"What did you do early."

Zhao Yun sneered, holding the purple-robed youth in front of him so as not to be killed by the Xuanyang realm.

"I want to die like this to fulfill you."

The humpbacked old man snorted coldly and took one step, but he stopped after only one step, because Zhao Yun's sword had cut through the neck of his young master, the sword mark! It's not deep, but it's a deterrent. He dared to take a step forward and let the purple robe youth fall to the ground, not joking with you.

Not to mention, the Xuanyang Realm was really frightened.

The face of the purple-robed youth was ferocious enough, but he didn't dare to move. He had reason to believe that Zhao Yun would really kill him. This kid was not an ordinary person, and he rushed to the end.

"go."

Zhao Yun said indifferently, and stuffed a note to Niu Hong. On it, the route to Wanggucheng was marked, as well as his Zhao Jiabing shop, as well as his autographs and tokens, which were all handed over to Niu Hong.

"Going to take a piece..."

"Go." Zhao Yun said calmly, interrupting Niu Hong.

The opponent has the Xuanyang Realm, and he can't cover it.

If the stalemate is really going to go on like this, once the hunched old man loses his patience, it is not as simple as one or two deaths. If he is the only one left, he will be much easier to handle, and most of them can escape.

Niu boomed and stopped.

However, he still turned around, knowing that Zhao Yun had a hole card, and all of them were cumbersome.

The villagers all got on the carriage.

The hunched old man snorted coldly and wanted to chase him down, but Zhao Yun's sword made a blood mark on the neck of the purple robe youth, meaning: if you want him to die, just chase him, or die if you want to die.

Still deterrence.

The humpbacked old man stopped again, ignoring Niu Hong and the villagers, only looking at Zhao Yun, murderous intent was hard to contain.

To be honest, I hate the feeling of being threatened.

I wanted to make a move, but it was Young Master, who came out together and had to be taken back alive.

"Be honest, the sword has no eyes."

Zhao Yun said calmly, saying to the purple-robed youth, knowing what this guy is thinking, the true essence in his body is already surging, and he will slip away only after a flaw, but Zhao Yun will not give him a chance.

This is an amulet.

The youth in the purple robe is there, he is there; the youth in the purple robe runs away, and he doesn't have to live anymore.

The horse hooves are noisy and the horse team is gone.

After walking far away, Niu Hong didn't forget to look back, full of guilt, seemingly acquainted with himself, that he was dragging Zhao Yun down, Zhao Yun could completely ignore it, with his body style, it was more than enough to escape. Such behavior made him difficult Believe it, only a few days of acquaintance, actually came to such kindness.

His mood is also the mood of the villagers.

At this moment, there was an obsession that had been silently planted in their hearts: this life, they owe Zhao Yun, and their life is also called Zhao.