Chapter 240: Slashing the Tiger

"Why are you so many people hiding on the side? If you all went up together, the demon wouldn't dare to enter Tianmen Town! And Guan Chenghuang, as the City God of Yingxiang Mansion, must have noticed the evil spirit entering the Yingxiang Mansion realm at the first time, yet you let it go..."

Xiao Yu hid in the corner and cursed the inaction of the human immortals and the City God of Tianmen Town.

The Tiger Vanguard, who was fighting fiercely with the old monk in the sky, also felt a sense of crisis because of the approach of the human immortals.

Some human immortals had concealment skills...

At that time, although Li Xiu had grown up a lot, he was still a child. Li Shuci thought that after she returned, things might change, so she didn't dare to take it lightly, letting the few people she could trust around her keep an eye on the people around her grandmother, father, mother, and younger brother at all times.

People will more or less have worship; for example, Dio is undoubtedly talked about by people who like two-dimensional things.

Fang Mu didn't pay attention to the German's doubt looking at him, and spoke for himself about the structure of the spindle and the history of the spinning machine.

Mu Yichen was busy with company affairs after graduation, and An Yutong had been running around for a living.

Qin Hao subconsciously used the Xuelan Sword to block his chest. Only hearing the tooth-aching sound of gold and iron clashing, he spat blood and flew back like a kite with a broken string, hitting a locust tree behind him and spitting blood continuously.

Fang Mu let Huzi pee on the bed where Wang Youtong slept. This could not be said to be immoral, but Huzi, who was holding it uncomfortably, couldn't care so much. Hearing his own young master's words, he hurriedly walked to Wang Youtong's bed and started peeing on the bed.

Zhao Feng was still in the memory, only to see a hand shaking in front of him, and someone was calling his name. Looking closely, it turned out to be his own young master's hand. Zhao Feng smiled at Fang Mu a bit awkwardly; he had actually been wandering in the void in front of Fang Mu just now, which made him feel a bit ashamed.

Actually, these past few days, Huang Fei had been quite anxious in his heart. Haste makes waste; he understood this principle. Now his relationship with Murong Xianglong was already very good, but it was still a bit short of his goal. If he wanted to take another step forward, unless he thickened it slowly through time, it was impossible in a short time.

"The Murong family has been decided by the head of the family from the beginning to now, either hereditary or directly designated. Public election started from me, but this was not my original intention," Murong Zean sighed and said with a bitter smile.

Mu Sheng put away the scroll and nodded with satisfaction, intending to offer this painting to his master. Only then did he have time to look at his cave mansion. Because the cave mansion had the blessing of restrictions, although Mu Sheng had been away for so long, the cave mansion was still spotless, nothing had changed, just as it was when Mu Sheng left.

Before he arrived, the long gun had already condensed rolling true qi, and the tip of the gun danced, cutting the void into traces.

At this time, many figures had already appeared on the stairs, moving upward along the stairs. No one was flying, and there was respect in their eyes, as if they were going to the peak to worship the demon statue.

A sword without any fancy, not even a trace of sword light flashed, just lightly pointed at the chest of Monk Tian Xin.

Just when he stepped on this step again, a shadow suddenly swept past him. He violently drew his first sword and stabbed at the shadow. Only hearing a clang, the thing was knocked away by him and fell to the ground.

After the people of the Five Peaks took the elixir, their aura was obviously much stronger. Duan Lang couldn't help but sigh secretly: Disciples from large sects are just different. If he could also have so many cultivation resources, how could he have lived so hard in the Yun Cen mountain forest?

Fortunately, A-Feng was a martial artist and knew how to act with propriety. Although he crippled Guan Hong's tailbone, he still left Guan Hong with a life.

Ye Xuan couldn't help but laugh looking at Su Anqing in his arms. Su Anqing's personality was famously bold and atmospheric; it was really rare for her to have such a reaction. ===== CHAPTER 241 =====