Li Zhichang came to the side of the horse, that is, the initial position of bullying, and the initial position of bullying in Li Zhichang.

07/02/2024

Li Zhichang’s expression is still very leisurely, and he is even in the mood to look at the horse’s mane.
Chapter 40 The Magic Door People
Lingren’s eyes are full of bitterness. Thirty years ago, he lost his knife. Thirty years later, he still lost, not only his knife was destroyed, but also his life was lost.
His robe is stained with blood and as thin as a cicada’s blade.
He was so defeated that his heart was ruined.
Ling humanity "It’s a pity that you were almost injured."
Li Zhichang said, "Because you still don’t have a real knife."
Ling said, "Have you already made a sword?"
Li Zhichang indifferent way "dispensable".
Lingren sighed, "It’s a good thing, but I lost."
Lingren fell down and died forever.
Li Zhichang let him go and beat the horse.
The real swordsmen should be killed and returned.
Sooner or later, he will die, and Li Zhichang will not complain.
Li Shuzhuang suddenly said, "I give up and I will quit Jiankang City in the future."
Li Zhichang cold so smiled indifferently, "Would you like to quit but pavilion three guys can quit? It seems that I am still a little troublesome to kill you cleanly. "
Li Shuzhuang look from the way "blade master was about to be driven? It might as well be said that all three of them are earth-shattering figures in our past years. "
Li Zhichang ha ha smiled. "You can call out all the powerful people in your magic door. I don’t mind playing with you."
Three figures flashed out from Huaiyue Pavilion.
A tall, thin man appeared in front of Li Zhichang. He has all the conceit and confidence of a master, but it doesn’t make you think that he is arrogant. Li Zhichang knows that the other party is also a master of magic, and it is not necessarily inferior to Ling Ling.
What’s even more rare is that this person can turn physical tyrannical murderous look into a specific potential, and when he makes moves, he will be able to exert his strength beyond himself.
Li Zhichang’s spiritual consciousness is now out of the ordinary level, and the fairy realm can accurately anticipate this person’s martial arts skills without any mistakes
This kind of spiritual feeling is hard to explain, but it is doubtful.
This person’s personality is not conspicuous, and there is nothing impressive about him. Everything is ordinary except his extraordinary height.
The autumn wind blew in and out, blowing each other in a gray robe and exposing the black strength inside.
This man should be over 50 years old, not because of the years, but because he has a pair of eyes that seem to be tired of living.
If you can’t keep exploring and loving life, you will become more and more disgusted with living as time goes by. Knowing that there is a dead end ahead is repeated day after day. This long wait can make a person despair.
Li Zhichang sighed, "You are in a hurry to die, even if you are impatient, it is much better than dead."
The earth appeared filar silk trembling rough and full of ferocity "ha ha" smile from the rear is the man behind Li Zhichang, he grimaced, "Lao Qu, do you hear? We are nothing to him, and now young people are little. "
Li Zhichang is still more calm than ever. Even if the man faces his door behind him, he will not move at all.
His mind clearly sensed that the man behind him was holding an iron staff, weighing about 100 kilograms. Qigong was a tough road and had reached a peak with amazing power.
What’s more, if an iron staff of 100 kilograms dances, it will be tens of millions of kilograms of strength. This kind of power is not something that the martial arts of the world can cope with.
Li Zhichang sighed, "I will make you white people never talk. I have a hundred ways to solve you."