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The man took a look at the younger martial brother who looked ugly next to him. He was also at a loss. In fact, he just couldn't hold on.

However, Zhang Xiaojian's spiritual power is still in constant flow. The thunder arc explodes from the air one by one, and the fierce flaming bird makes everyone in Chunmei hall too busy.

Zhang Xiaojian looks at each other, but her heart is beginning to hesitate. If she really launches an attack, I'm afraid that most of these people will be killed and injured. If this goes on, I'm afraid the misunderstanding can only deepen and can't be solved.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Xiaojian's eyes turned, and her mind was on her mind. Suddenly, her spiritual power was working. Tianmu suddenly opened, and a red light burst out.

At the same time, Zhang Xiaojian's people have been raised dozens of Zhang, the eyes fell on the people below.

Green lightsaber and Firebird all disappeared in an instant, but the red light rose sharply, enveloping all the disciples of Chunmei hall.

"Not good." One of the disciples was quick to respond, but it was too late to finish his speech.

I felt the pain of needling in my head, and then I lost my ability to move. The whole person was like a puppet, hanging in the air.

Look at other people, it is the same, all suspended in place, motionless, this situation is very funny.

"I wipe, what situation, Chunmei hall people are not moving." Someone in the distance asked in a low voice.

"I don't know. It seems that the people in Chunmei hall are going to have bad luck," said the man next to him.

"If I want to kill you now, it's as easy as a piece of cake, but I can't do it. After all, we have no injustice in the long run and no hatred in the near future. As for what you said just now, I don't agree. I'll go back to tell you the master of Sha Soul Valley. After I've finished my work, Zhang Xiaojian will definitely visit the door, and then things will come to light." Although Zhang Xiaojian's voice is not big, but everyone listened very clearly.

After Zhang Xiaojian finished, she had already received the red light, and then her body was shaking, and she was walking towards the city.

At this time, the talent of Chunmei hall reacted and looked rather ugly.

"Elder martial brother, are you still chasing me?" Someone asked.

"He's chasing a fart. If he wanted to kill us just now, he would have done it. It seems that there must be something wrong with it." Said the man holding the silver spear.

This sentence reminds everyone that it is the same thing. If this Zhang Xiaojian and that Zhang Xiaojian are the same person, it is impossible not to do something just now. In addition, although this person's appearance is the same as that person's, there are two people in between.

"Well, let's go back and inform the valley master. It seems that things are not as simple as we think One of them said.

Everyone hesitated for a moment. No one went after Zhang Xiaojian, but flew towards the direction of the city Lord's house.

Although Zhang Xiaojian left, his perception did not leave these people. Until they left, he was relieved.

After all, who pretended to kill and set fire to others behind his back? What was the purpose of his doing so? Zhang Xiaojian thought while walking, but she couldn't understand.

Time is not long, Zhang Xiaojian walked to the door of a pub and walked in.

Xiaohehe, the boy who came over was 18-9 years old. He was very cute and cute.

Zhang Xiaojian smiles and nods. However, the smile has not yet fully bloomed. The little guy seems to have seen a ghost. He screams and turns around and runs, shouting "no, Zhang Xiaojian is coming."

With such a cry, all the guests who were having dinner all at once stood up and ran in all directions. In an instant, the hotel, which was originally hot and noisy, suddenly became deserted.

I don't know why, the boss inside the counter, and the little guy didn't run again. Two people looked at Zhang Xiaojian and couldn't say a word.

I'll go to hell. Zhang Xiaojian scolds the person who slanders his reputation in his heart. If he meets him, he must be torn to pieces.

"Do you have anything to eat? Give me some," Zhang Xiaojian asked, looking at the boy.

Who knows, as soon as this sentence was uttered, the boy burst into tears, crying like a dead father and mother, a snot and a tear, and said, "grandfather, our lives are cheap, killed us and dirty your hands, so let us go."

Zhang Xiaojian is depressed, but at any rate, Xiaoji is crying and can't stop. Zhang Xiaojian is also angry. She pats the table and says, "you son of a bitch, you are shameless. If you cry again, I will castrate you."

This sentence really had an effect. The boy immediately stopped crying, but the blue veins on his forehead burst out, which was really ridiculous.

"You can prepare the food for me. It's not expensive." Zhang Xiaojian looked around, and there was no one else, so she pointed to the boss inside the counter and said.

The boss was dull and motionless.

"You didn't hear me." Asked Zhang Xiaojian.

"Xiao Wang, come here and have a look. I don't have any legs." After a long time, the boss said a word. Let Zhang Xiaojian laugh, tears of laughter came out."If you want to live, give me wine and food, or I will burn the hotel." Zhang Xiaojian scares them.

"Oh, right now, right away..." The boy and the boss helped each other into the back kitchen. After a long time, they recovered.

"What to eat. I don't remember anything. " The boss whispered.

"And the chef, let him come." Said the boy.

After looking around, the two figures found a man lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth, and fainted.

The little guy crawled over and pinched him. After a long time, the chef came to his senses and caught him. He asked, "have you left? You're still alive. My God..."

The boss waved his hand and shook his head again. The chef was stunned and didn't know what was going on.

"Cooking. There's someone out there to eat." Said the boss.

When the chef heard that someone was eating, he seemed to understand something. He rubbed his fat face, got up from the ground, and resumed his usual smile. He said, "my God, that little cheap really let you go. Oh, my God, it's your ancestral graves that smoke. Otherwise, how can we let you go?

No, it's our ancestral graves that smoke, otherwise I will It's going to die... "

The chef is long winded, muttering and talking while cooking.

However, the two people next to him did not say a word, because at this time, if you say anything wrong, it may turn into a blood mist.