Chapter 1845: Famous world (2/2)
The young monk is faint.
Everyone is also very curious.
”Yu Yu Xian Wang took the lead and then was killed by Ning Bei Xuan...”
”hiss……”
Are the jade kings dead? Everyone in the room once again took a breath of cold, and couldn't believe it. This is the monk under the sage of Cang Jiyuan!
The young monk's face became extremely dignified. ”What is the reaction of the deputy head of the Hanshan government?”
”They didn't do it because the joy is coming.”
Everyone heard the words and seemed to know the ending.
”Ning Beixuan must be suppressed by the joyful demon?”
Someone said.
In the early days of the French law, the monks heard the words and finally couldn’t help but reveal a hint of ridicule. The faint saying: ”You are wrong, the one who is killed is the rejoicing!”
”what?”
A group of young monks stood up in shock from the seat and looked at the early monk of the French law.
”Predecessors, I just didn't seem to say anything wrong...”
The monk in the early days of the law was a bitter smile.
”How can the demon statue be killed by Ningbei Xuanzhen! You lied!”
The young monk was in shape and appeared in front of the other party, pinching the other's neck directly.
”Hey, hey, the predecessors, there is no lying underneath, not only the rejoicing of the demon is suppressed, even the legendary deity is also present, not the opponent of Ning Beixuan!”
In the early days of the law, the monks were in a panic, and couldn’t help but brain all the things that happened that time!
There is silence in the restaurant.
Half a ring, the young monk loosened the palm of his hand, and his face showed a trace of confusion. At this time, the early monk of the French law saw a mark in his sleeve.
”You, you are a monk who rejoices in the demon!”
He was terrified and lost his voice.
Everyone heard the words, and the face suddenly became very strange. Isn’t this a bald face in front of the monk?
”Mr. Fangmo, this person is definitely nonsense. We are so happy that the Mozong is so strong. How could it be destroyed by an all-nighter, killing him, and taking out his spirit!”
A female practitioner walked to the young monk and looked coldly at the early monk of the French border.
”The seniors are really not lying. If the seniors don't believe, they will wait here. If they don't come out for ten days, the news will definitely come in!”
The monk in the early days of the law was in a hurry.
”No matter how I catch up, I can't keep up with your pace.”
Fang Mo suddenly looked at one direction and sighed a long sigh. There, he used to be his hometown, Dong Xuan.
”For thousands of years, I should go back and see, my brother’s ashes, take it back along the way...”
Fang Mo turned a little disheartened and turned away from the restaurant. The teachers and sisters saw the situation and quickly followed.