"I think I know how he came to be the number one dude..."

The little old man muttered. He was a playboy, and Taiyi was a bully.

Who can compare to such a big Immortal Sect's number one helping Zhou?

"The one who doesn't want him to go down the mountain the most is our Taiyi. In Taiyi, he will do whatever he wants, and he will make trouble whenever he wants to. If he doesn't remember anything, he doesn't know anything. We thought we could keep doing this all the time. Because he loves to laugh so much...but when he beat Beichen and jumped off, he was also laughing."

Jun Changwei raised his head.

"Why do you think that old boy Anxue refuses to return to Taiyi?"

"I'm afraid. I'm afraid of seeing him. Seeing him like this..." Jun Changwei raised his hand and tapped his heart hard, "It's uncomfortable here! How can we wastes not use it to this extent?"

The little old man was silent.

"This time he went down the mountain, we have already thought about it." Jun Changwei did not turn his head, and walked step by step towards Tai Yijian, who was screaming incessantly, "If he becomes the devil, Taiyi will be the number one evil sect in the world! "

What a bunch of lunatics.

The little old man looked at his back silently, watched him get blocked by a solid karma when he approached Tai Yijian, watched him turn the golden knife, and split the sharp claws and fangs formed by the black mist again and again. , watching him grab the broken black iron with one hand and take the broken chain back...

"idiot!"

The little old man yelled and ran across the room in an instant, his short body casting a majestic shadow like Kuafu on the wall.

"Tiangongfu's handyman dares to twist iron like you, and his brain has been cracked by hammer!"

He grabbed Jun Changwei's shoulders, his hands as sharp and powerful as eagle claws. Jun Changwei was lifted by him and threw it to the side. He jumped up himself, his shoulder blades were pulled left and right like bat wings, and the heavy iron armor came out of his flesh and wrapped his skinny arms. .

Heavenly Soldier Red Armor.

Jun Changwei recognized something like that.

"Didn't you say you were going to throw this thing away?" he asked loudly.

"Throw your head," Lao Tiangong stretched out his hand and held the hilt of Taiyi's sword, "this ghost can't be taken off once you put it on!"

The blood-colored iron armor wrapped him completely in a few breaths. The whole hut suddenly became cramped and cramped. The old master was on top of the beam and his feet were on red bricks. Countless ghosts and demons in the karma rushed towards him fiercely, and were blocked by the blood-colored armor. He lowered his waist and exerted strength, pulling Tai Yijian out of the black iron chain and smashing it on the cold iron anvil.

He reached out and grabbed to the side.

Rocks and metal powders of various colors flew into the air and fell onto the sword in an order that Jun Changwei could not understand, blasting one after another of brilliant brilliance.

With iron as the pen, the pen walks the dragon and the snake.

"What are you doing standing there stupidly?" Lao Tiangong turned his head and shouted at him, "The wind and waves are so big that sooner or later the guys in Shanhaige will be disturbed, so hurry up and stop them!"

……………………

Candle South City Wall, Tide Watch Tower.

The two Shanhaige disciples with narrow sleeves and yellow shirts held compasses in their hands, and while they were scrambling to identify the direction, they looked up at the indicator standing on the tower in a panic: "This, this is wrong? The tide and the wind direction and the sun. The monthly watch is the complete opposite."

"Senior brother, you said that it is very easy to be in the sea, remember the watch, blow the sea breeze, and take a nap..." The round-faced disciple turned pale, and the two battles looked at the tide that was higher than the other, and they were all crying. , "Have you always dozed off like this before?" Senior Brother scratched his scalp: "Did you see this before?"

"Now, what should I do now?"

A wave hit under the tide-viewing tower, and the round-faced disciple hugged the pillar of the indicator.

"Blow the sea horn!" Senior Brother said uncertainly, "I remember that the wind was off by five or six quarters, so I had to blow the sea horn..."

With that said, he put away the compass, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to walk towards the horn that was placed on the turret. His composure made the round-faced disciple awe-inspiring, thinking that he was worthy of being a senior brother.

A folding fan stretched out diagonally and rested on his shoulders.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"

Zuo Liangshi quickly grabbed him by the collar: "It's too timid to make this pavilion's face pale."

The calm senior brother did not answer.

- He has fainted from fright.

Zuo Liangshi shook his head, feeling that he had to learn Taiyizong and add some more courageous projects, such as going to an isolated island at sea in the middle of the night, without leaving a boat and no one to accompany him... While thinking about it, he turned his head to look at Another disciple: "You take him back..."

A golden knife crossed his throat.

Jun Chang only holds a knife in his hand, and a round-faced unlucky bastard in the other.

Zuo Liangshi smiled slightly: "I knew you would come, but I came to help eagerly. Wouldn't it be too much for you to greet me like this? Isn't it bad to repay kindness?"

"I must be grateful to others, but you?" Jun Changwei snorted coldly, "You old fox only deals in business, where does the kindness come from?"

"It's too much." Zuo Liangshi protested, "Foxes are foxes, why do you have to add the word 'old'? The pavilion master can also return the jade tree to the wind, a genuine and elegant son."

"You are going to tell your wife about this." Jun Changwei said.

"...The old fox is the old fox."

Zuo Liangshi coughed and raised a serious face.

He stretched out a finger and pressed it on the surface of the knife, pushed it aside, and hung the back collar of the Shanhaige disciple he was carrying on the tip of the knife.

Jun Changwei's eyes twitched.

With this kind of pavilion owner, Shanhai Pavilion deserves to be finished.