Chapter 411 (1/2)
Mo Yu Xi thought for a moment and turned to look at the white dragon.
”White tiger, no, white dragon?” Mo Yu Xi called.
White dragon face a burst of entanglement, it seems that his name is fixed, completely changed.
”Saint!” Bai Long sighed slightly.
”What did you mention? How long will it take? ” Ink feather Xi deep voice way.
”No, just for a few days. I don't know the details.” White dragon shakes his head.
”Holy daughter, will it be useful if you come here?” Zhu que doubts way.
”I have a feeling that he can do it!” Ink feather Xi deep voice way.
”Ah? Why? Didn't you see him play chess last time? ”
”I heard from Mr. Wen Ruo that he would like to play a game with Yan Chuan. If you can make Mr. Wen Ruo care so much, I think it must be......!” Mo Yu Xi shakes her head, as if thinking of something, an unconscious smile.
”Oh!”
There was a sudden sound of crane outside the hall.
”Well?” Mo Yu Xi looks out of the hall in doubt.
”Little crane, what's the matter?” Mo Yu Xi doubts way.
”Bang!”
A huge crane flew into the hall.
”Ho, Ho!” The crane flapped its wings and looked out of the hall.
”Hoo!”
Qinglong, Yanchuan, Yangzhi jiuluozi North ink Hall Square.
”Here it is, great!” The white dragon immediately exclaimed.
Is Yanchuan here?
Mo Yu Xi's face suddenly burst into a smile.
”Feather, I'm coming, I'm coming!” Yangzhi jiudun called.
The smile that ink feather Xi originally blooms, suddenly a Lian.
”Yang Zhi Jiu? Why are you here? ” Mo Yu Xi's face is flat.
”I, I come to see you!” Yangzhi jiudun called.
Mo Yu Xi looks at Yang Zhijiu, frowns and sighs.
”Whew!”
In the distance, another figure fell on the square, a Taoist in purple. It was the attendants who used to follow the son of the ancient moon.
”Holy daughter of Mo Yu Xi, Mr. Wen Ruo has been waiting in Yuntai. If you don't go, you will give up the last chance?” Said the Taoist in purple.
”Ziwen, what's going on?” Yangzhi jiudun called.
The Taoist in purple had seen Yang Zhijiu before, but he didn't want to talk to him. But Yang Zhijiu asked and let Ziwen frown.
”Ninth young master, this is a gambling battle among the saints in the city of immortality.” Ziwen said respectfully.
”Oh? Gambling? What do you mean Yang to Jiuyi WaiDao.
”The treasure of the immortal holy land is in a certain position, but it has attracted two sons and two daughters of our Dazhao holy land. However, the treasures are limited. In order to avoid hurting the harmony caused by the competition at that time, we should take a literary fight first, and the defeated son and daughter should retreat.” Ziwen said.
”Wendou?” Yang to Jiuyi WaiDao.
”Playing chess, there has been a son, a saint has retreated, now, the city of immortality only left Mo Yu Xi and the Holy Son of the moon!” Ziwen explained.
”Chess? I remember that Yang Guyue was not good at chess at all! ” Yang to Jiuyi WaiDao.
”The Holy Son of the ancient moon sent Mr. Wen Ruo!” Ziwen said.
”I said, the original shooter, ha ha ha!” Yang Zhijiu disdains Tao.
”Those who have achieved great things do not need to do everything in their own hands!” Ziwen frowned.
”Great? Hum Yang Zhijiu's face was cold.
”Saint, who have you thought of?” Ziwen looks at Mo Yu again.
”Playing chess? I like it. I'll do it Yan Chuan said at once.
”Well?” They turned their heads and looked.