Cultivation Chat Group - Chapter 340: White Crane, Lingdie Supreme, Iron Shovel... The book of the bald head! (2 in 1
“I understand, after the end of this tourist trip, I will go back to China, I will go to the Great Falls!” Song Shu fisted. Jumping over the gantry, the power of the blood in the body is condensed into the true spirit. At that time, it was really a monk who really entered the room! At that time, he is considered to be the identity of the rookie rookie!
“Well… I am relieved to see you so motivated.” Bai Zun said with a smile, and then the predecessors said again: “Actually, it is not necessary to find a waterfall in the opposite direction.”
“Don’t find a waterfall, what do you need?” Song Shuhang asked in a subconscious voice… But after asking for the exit, he immediately regretted it! .
There are no waterfalls… there are sky, deep sea, and even space. Damn, the advantage of ‘satisfaction, why can’t you optimize it so that the mouth is not too fast?
In front of him, the white predecessors held their hands and showed a mysterious smile.
“White predecessor ~ ~” Song Shuhang swallowed a mouthful of water, he wants to plead with the white lord – at least do not use a one-time flying sword to send him to heaven!
But when I got to my throat, suddenly he thought of the advantage of being ‘sick and quick.’… Don’t rush to export, you must think carefully through the brain before you speak!
In case, the white predecessor did not want to use the ‘one-time flying sword’ to send him the idea of heaven?
I rushed to ask the white predecessors not to use the ‘walk you’ skills for themselves, but might have caused the interest of the whites to use the ‘walk you’ skills?
Don’t worry, when the whites really want to use the ‘walk you’ skill, it’s not too late to use the lively pass of the lively singer’s five hundred ways of surrendering!
Although the real-world skills of the ‘Green Lady’ have not been used in the real world, they have been in the dream of memory for hundreds of years. He has repeatedly practiced this trick of ‘five hundred methods of surrendering’ many times… terrible. ‘Beautiful banshee stunt charm color* lure’ skills. He also practiced it over and over again in his dreams. It’s an unbearable memory…
Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it! I feel so shameful when I think of it!
Cough, in short, when Song Shuhang talked to his mouth, he suddenly changed his mouth.
He showed a simple smile: “White predecessors, in addition to the waterfall. Is there any way to style_txt; experience the feeling of ‘Yuelongmen’?”
“Yeah.” The white predecessor smiled and nodded, then said: “Not long ago, my understanding of the ‘avenue’ deepened a bit, and realized an interesting ability. This ability can satisfy your induction. ‘Yuelongmen’ realm requirements!”
Interesting ability? It seems that the white predecessors really don’t have the idea of using the ‘walk you’ skill. This is great! At the same time, Song Shuhang’s heart was secretly relieved – fortunately, he had to brake urgently, and he was not ‘fast-hearted’ again.
So, Song Shuhang asked: “What are the interesting abilities of the white predecessors?”
The White Supreme did not answer immediately, but first asked: “Book Air. Do you know the ability of ‘real illusion?’
“Real illusion, know! It is just an illusory world. But it has a real touch!” Song Shuhang nodded – the warm desert of the white sage’s signature version, and the white horse green shirt juvenile ……
All of this is just the memory of the White Supreme or the imaginary thing, but under the influence of the ‘real illusory’ ability, it can make people touch the sand and touch the young lang of the white horse. Even the injuries suffered in the desert will be truly experienced after returning to reality.
In addition: the passionate desert and the white horse green shirt young Lang, but Song Shuhang’s fear of heightening the culprit! It is another memory that cannot be looked back.
“The interesting new ability that I comprehend is the ability similar to ‘real illusion.” Similar, but the opposite is true!” The white lord’s hand is behind his back, his mouth is rising, showing a beautiful arc.
“Is similar ability, and the opposite is true?” Song Shuhang confused.
“It’s called ‘unreal reality’. Under the influence of this ability, some real things can be turned into illusion. I am only exposed to the fur of this ability, but it is very fun… I will give You show it,” said the white lord.
Master the fur? A lot of fun? Wait, seniors, let me prepare first.
However, without waiting for Song Shuhang’s opening, Bai Zun’s hand reached out and snapped a finger, as if he had already launched that ability.
Song Shuhang quickly played a hundred percent spirit and focused on meeting the influence of the possible white predecessors.
However, when the time of rest is over, Song Shuhang does not have the kind of illusion of entering [the other world] when entering ‘real (illusory)’.
He did not feel any changes around him.
“The white predecessors, the illusory (real) ability to display?” Song Shuhang asked.
Said, he looked puzzled at the white predecessors… At first glance, the book was shocked.
I saw only three meters away, Bai Zun’s eyes were ignorant and his face was confused. It seemed to be in the stage of distraction.
How was the last second still talking, and the next second suddenly disappeared? It is no wonder that the ability of the illusory reality has not been activated. It turned out that the whites were distracted.
Then, Song Shuhang discovered a terrible thing.
The white sage who walked in the gods seemed to want to come over to him before he left the gods. After he left the gods, his body was still instinctively lifting his legs and marching toward Song Shuhang.
One step, two steps, and then… The white predecessor’s body suddenly seemed to be stumbled by something, slowly but firmly falling forward!
Long-lost flat ground fell, because the white predecessors have not fallen flat for a long time, Song Shuhang almost forgot his big killing trick.
“White predecessors, stop!” Song Shuhang shouted, madly rushing forward, reaching out to prepare the white sage.
Although I don’t know my strength, can I support the terrible impact of the White Supreme, but I have to try it… No way, Song Shuhang only has the option of ‘supporting’ or ‘not helping’. s Choice.
The lethality of Bai Zunren’s flat ground is a radius of 100 meters… Song Shuhang couldn’t escape the 100-meter range when Bai Zun’s fall to the ground.
‘There is more than enough power”: Describes intentional [doing something], but objectively (such as the body) does not allow you to do it yourself.
Song Shuhang has tried his best to help the white sage. But in the end, the distance between the white and the white is half an arm. He stared at the white lord… crashed to the ground.
Earthshaking loud noise. Song Shuhang feels that the whole world is shaking. Everything that can be seen in front of the body is turning, and the body is involuntarily falling, falling, and endlessly falling. It seems to be in a hurry.
It’s just like the end of the world… What’s even more frightening is that this time the White Savior is more powerful, and he has not been able to separate the power to protect Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang only felt that the rocks were flying, and the pain in his body was broken.
I am not going to hit the street today?
I have managed to survive so many episodes. I have not died under the one-time flying sword of the white predecessors, but I have to hang it in the flats of the white predecessors?
Just as Song Shuhang was thinking about it. In the chaos, a stone piece flew over him.
The scrolling Song Shuhang couldn’t escape. In the end, the stone piece wiped his scalp and crossed it… The stone piece was like a sharp razor, plowed a piece in the head of Song Shuhang, and cut a large piece of hair…
The next moment, Song Shuhang eyes black, fainted.
Mom, the white predecessor of the gods, is terrible.
At this moment. In the sky above the East China Sea.
The three pairs of wings on the back of Baihe Zhenjun happily patted.
As long as you think of seeing your favorite white sage in the heart, you will be as sweet as eating honey. It can’t help but want to sing a song. Exhausted the excitement in my heart.
At this moment, suddenly there is a sword light in front of him flying fast… The sword light comes with a meteor effect, it is very beautiful. And the arc of the flight is also very individual, suddenly left and right, suddenly up and down. And… the speed is still very fast.
“Hey, is that the spirit of the white predecessors? Is it a one-time series of flying swords?” Baihe Zhenjun far felt the breath on the sword.
What is above the sword? The white crane is full of eyes, and his eyes look at the things on the flying sword through the ‘meteor light effect’.
Then, it found a pale, familiar man on Feijian.
“Hey, isn’t that a seven-way friend of Su’s? How can he ride on the one-time flying sword of the white predecessor?” Baihe Zhenjun was puzzled.
Although Baihe Zhenjun did not have a deep relationship with Su Shi’s seven, the two sides are friends in a circle after all, and at least they will say hello.
So go up and say hello.
The White Crane Supreme patted his wings and approached the Jianguang. He was waving at the seven points of Su Shi’s move: “Hello, A Seven Friends, Hello…”
“Ah, ah, ah, ah~~~” A seven-way friend responded to Baihe Zhenjun with a long string of screams. The next moment, Jianguang passed by ‘嗖’ from Baihe Zhenjun.
Baihe Zhenjun turned back, and Su Shi’s seven-seven friends could not even see the shadow.
This speed is quick and horrible!
Baihe Zhenjun: “…”
Su Shi A Qidaoyou, which one is to play?
After a while, Baihe Zhenjun shook his head.
No, no matter who he is. Still see the white predecessor is more important… white predecessors, I am coming!
I don’t know if my predecessors still remember me. It is the little white crane on the side of the Horizon!
The more the Baihe Zhenjun thinks, the more he feels like ‘the heart is like an arrow’, so it continues to pat the wings and happily flies toward a small island in the East China Sea.
the other side.
At the junction of the East China Sea and the Pacific Ocean, there is a mysterious island that has never appeared on any world map. The entire island is covered by supernatural powers, even the most advanced technology, and its existence cannot be detected.
Over the island, there are countless butterflies flying – here is the home of the Yukoko girl, Lingdie Island.
The singer of the sacred butterfly sits quietly in a pavilion, sipping his daughter’s hand-made tea.
At the same time, the Sayādaw asked: “How does Yu Yuzi prepare to deal with the matter between the family of Chu and the school of virtual swords?”
“Sister and sister have no action for the time being, she means to wait and see what happens, at least wait for the end of the battle between the virtual swords and the family of the Chu family to break the Sendai, and see the machine again.” A huge nymph carrying a mobile phone, The spirit butterfly statue is flying on the side. Among them, the voice of Lingdie Island master Liu Jianwei came out.
“Very good, since Yukoko wants to wait and see what has changed. You should not intervene in the matter of the virtual swords and the family of Chu.”
“Understood. Master.” Liu Jianyi replied loudly. Looking at what it changed, he liked it the most – because it saves effort.
“Well, but pay a little attention to the action of the virtual swords. If some of them dare to shoot Yukoko… Do you know how to do it?”
“Understand, Master.” Liu Jianwei replied… I hope that the Jianjian faction will not die. After all, if he shot, it is very labor-intensive. Physical strength, saving one point is a point, all precious energy.
Lingdie Supreme nodded with satisfaction and hung up the phone.
The huge nymph butterfly sent the phone back to the sorcerer. Clapping the wings and flying back to the butterfly group.
The sacred butterfly once again drank a cup of tea, opened a laptop in front of him, boarded the chat software, and entered the ‘Jiuzhou No.1 group’
Well, His Excellency’s own account did not join the Jiuzhou No.1 group. So… he quietly went to his daughter’s account.
After opening the Jiuzhou No. 1 group… the ‘white predecessor’s expressions’ in various poses of the full screen almost flashed the eyes of the butterfly.
“Hey? Isn’t this a picture of Bai Daoyou? How did it become an expression pack?”
He wondered how to turn over in the group, and finally turned to the front of the chat record and found the answer.
“It turned out that it was the expression pack made by Yukoko?” When the Lord of the Butterfly saw it, his heart moved.
The expression pack made by the daughter.
The Sayādaw’s finger strokes… I silently downloaded the [White Predecessor Expression Pack].
Then he saw the Jiuzhou No.1 group. Most of the online friends in the crowds are replaced with the ‘white sage expression’ as an avatar.
“Is this popular in the group?” Lingdie Zunner muttered.
Since it is popular. Then my daughter can’t fall behind. Moreover, this is the expression pack made by her daughter ‘hands’.
Therefore, the spirit butterfly sages selected a ‘happy white predecessor’ expression from the expressions of many white sages, and set this picture as the avatar of Yurouzi.
“Well, yes, very good.” Lingdie Supreme nodded with satisfaction.
Then, he clicked on the ‘Song Predecessor’ in the buddy list and checked the chat record between Yukiko and Song Shuhang.
“Well, it’s okay.” Lingdie Sayādaw nodded again with satisfaction, and the daughter and the ‘Song predecessor’ did not want to be close to the ‘men’s relationship’.
In the end, the spirit butterfly is satisfied with the downline…
On the other hand, the junction of Huaxia and Goryeo, in the depths of an ordinary residential building, hides a closed-door cave house.
The disciple of the singer of the singer, the singer of the singer, is hidden in this cave.
The singer’s ‘super auspicious, big good luck, big fortune, and up and up sign 卦’ frightened the shovel. He hid in this retreat, and even the door did not dare to take a step.
In addition, he laid nearly 300 defensive formations on his head in the retreat – because there is a predecessor’s book of the ‘Jingjujushi’ of Jiuzhou No.1 group, the public sergeant was once in a retreat, inexplicable 挨An atomic bomb!
The shovel thinks that with his own horrible luck, suddenly there is an atomic bomb exploding on top of his head. It is really not unexpected. Have to guard against it.
After a long period of retreat, the shovel is a bit boring… After all, he is not really retreating, just avoiding the ‘bad luck’, it’s impossible to really retreat for several years.
Bored in boring, he took out his mobile phone and boarded the Jiuzhou No.1 group.
Shovel doesn’t like the water in the group, but he likes to watch the seniors in the group chat and talk about various topics.
When I opened the group today… the full screen is the expression of a very beautiful predecessor.
“What is going on?” Shoji swiftly swiped the phone and watched the chat history.
After a while…
“The original is the white sage of the legendary ‘infinitely unparalleled’. It’s a very beautiful person, as the teacher said.”
After thinking about it, he quickly opened the group space and decisively downloaded the ‘white predecessor expression pack’.
After the download, he found it in the emoticon and finally found a satisfactory picture – the ‘Bright of the Whites’ emoticon.
The shovel decisively replaced this emoticon with his own avatar.
After setting the avatar, the shovel erected the phone and expanded the ‘Blessing of the White Supreme’ expression to the full screen.
then. He also found the incense burner. Insects are worshipped.
“Although I have never met before. But the white predecessors of the unparalleled air transport… Please bless me, so that I can have good luck and live through this life’s ‘big robbery’.” The iron scorpion counts sincerely. Begging for directions.
After the sacrifice, perhaps the mind has been pinned, and the feeling of the iron shovel seems to be really much better?
On the isolated island of the East China Sea.
I don’t know how long it took, Song Shuhang opened his eyes in confusion.
In my memory, I have tasted the flat lay of a white predecessor at a close distance?
I must be seriously injured now, maybe even more serious than the ‘Chu Chu’ girl’s injury… so close the distance to bear the power of the white ‘flat land’. It is a blessing to survive.
“Hey? Strange, why didn’t you feel a little pain?” Song Shuhang blinked.
He sailed his body, strange, intact!
Not only the body, but also the potholes that were smashed in front of the white.
Is it an illusion? Such a real illusion is really rare.
Just thinking about it, Song Shuhang immediately discovered that the body of the White Supreme… is really on the ground! No motion, it is a street.
Song Shuhang: “…”
Lying grass! Did the White Supreme really fall flat?
How can there be no potholes on the ground? Was it the white predecessor who controlled his strength in the moment he fell to the ground? If that’s the case. Why did the White Supreme still not climb from the ground? Is he playing a dead game?
Is it the role of the illusory (real) ability that White Zun used just now?
Contrary to ‘real (unreal)’… this ability can bring something that has happened. Turn into illusion. Could it be said that the white sage had just fallen flat and blasted a big hole. And his poor Song surnamed Xiao Xiu enjoyed a white sage flat off service.
But in the end, these real things have become an illusion under the influence of the ‘real (illusory) ability?
If this is the case, is this ability to be against the sky?
Seven Masters, is it so terrible?
“Wake up, white predecessors, wake up, return to God.” Song Shuhang squatted at the side of Bai Zun, poked the white sage who pounced on the ground.
“Hey?” The white lord blinked and then looked at Song Shuhang with a confused look.
Song Shuhang raised his gaze slightly and asked: “White predecessors, how have you been distracted?”
“Well, I just lost my mind?” White Zun sat on the ground and continued to blink: “This ‘real illusory’ ability, I have not fully mastered it, sometimes it will make me put too much spirit into use. Force, accidentally distracted. Didn’t cause any impact?”
“It should be no.” Song Shuhang replied.
Suddenly, Peas got out of the tent and inserted a sentence: “There is no other influence, Wang, except for the head of the book.”
“My head?” Song Shuhang groquently touched his neck: “No problem?”
His voice just fell, and a sea breeze blew.
The sea breeze whistling, with a burst of coolness.
Song Shuhang feels that the body of the sea breeze is very comfortable… It seems that some of the brains are too cool.
So he reached out and touched his head.
“…” Song Shuhang.
He did not believe in evil and then stretched out the other hand and touched his head.
Song Shuhang: “…”
In front of him, the white sage was a serious look, and he could not see any expression from his face.
“White predecessors… So, is there a mirror?” Song Shuhang asked in a voice.
The white sage brushed his own sword and stood in front of Song Shuhang. The blade is brighter and clearer than the mirror.
Song Shuhang took a photo of the sword.
In the mirror, it reflects the appearance of a white teenager. The teenager’s skin is white and soft, but the face is soft… just the teenager’s hair has a problem – the original ordinary boy’s hair, but there is a bare ditch in the middle.
Song Shuhang: “…”
“It’s all shaved, and it will grow out soon.” Bai Zun said.
Song Shuhang sighed long.
Unexpectedly, he has always avoided the ‘real self’ balding in the sea, but in reality, he has to step on the road of ‘bald’ first?
After bald… can you become stronger?
“Shave.” Song Shuhang sighed again and again.
The white lord reached out and the palm of his hand covered with a thin layer of spiritual power. His palm was lightly smeared on Song Shuhang’s head.
Three thousand troubles silk… fell off the ground.
“Bookman brother.” At this time, the little monk ran quickly, and he looked at Song Shuhang with a happy look: “Do you want to be a monk?”
“No, the brother is just going to change his hair.” Song Shuhang firmly said.
“But, the bald book of the book is very handsome.” The young monk put his hands together: “I feel that the book sergeant is very suitable for the bald head, born to be the material of the monk.”
Song Shuhang: “…” (to be continued.)
Ps: It is a two-in-one-six-word chapter… The recent story makes it impossible for me to separate the two chapters.