Strongest Dandy System

I have a very cold attitude, pointing to the door of the hall, I ordered you to leave!

"Mr. Li, is there no room for discussion?" The saint's eyes are dim. Even if she asks this question, she knows that it is difficult to contact Hanbi Tu.

Even if she is the master of Bihan, she is not qualified to teach.

"The words are clear, your highness, take your guard and leave." The little monk put down his hand and said calmly, "however, if the saint wants to come to the temple as a guest, my teacher and I are always welcome."

The saint knows that there is no room for relaxation. She salutes the old man in hemp clothes and turns to leave!

"Your Highness!" The cold palace drank it, his eyes full of anger, coldly staring at the monk and saying, "Han Shi, you are just a disciple of the temple sect. What qualifications do you have to tell the saint? Even master Li didn't speak up, and you have no right to ask! "

The monk's name is Han Shi. At this time, his delicate little face sank slightly and said, "in your opinion, we must hand over the Han Bi map? Let's not say that we don't have one. Even if we do, we have to be taught by Beifeng and explain it in person! "

"Hum! What a shame Han Gong said coldly: "this rule should be changed long ago. The former leader religion has passed away. The Han Bi map should naturally be handed over to Hanxin palace. Zongdian is just a dilapidated daodian hall, which is not within the scope of Hanxin Palace's influence. The Hanbi map should be returned to its original owner."

Cold ten small monk hands together, shaking his head: "words do not speculate, half a sentence more, cold palace guard, please leave!"

All of a sudden, the blade broke through the air, and the handsome face of Hangong was angry. The sword on his waist fell into the palm of his hand and was held by him!

"Are you going to attack the people in the temple?" Cold ten little monk squinted.

"I'm sorry, my Han Palace is the escort appointed by Her Highness. It doesn't work for Zongdian, Beifeng or Nanfeng, but goes through fire and water for the saint!"

The cold palace did not raise the ice sword, but the tone was threatening: "in the temple clan, if the holy daughter's highness does not get the Han Bi map as he wishes, then my cold palace naturally needs to take measures. If it is not soft, it will be hard!"

The two were at daggers drawn, and the atmosphere solidified for a time, making the originally cold Zongdian full of murderous spirit.

The cold ten little monk was silent for a moment, his eyes were slightly cold and said: "if you must make this look like this, I'm sorry, even if the temple has been broken down, it's impossible to let you go!"

"Well, I'll let you hand in the Hanbi map in person!"

After saying that, the cold palace suddenly sends out the strength, waves the hand to throw three feet ice blue long sword!

The sword is cold all over the body, emitting dark blue light. It sweeps through the void and brings a chill!

"Cold palace, stop it!" The saint wants to stop it, but the sword is broken, and it's too late to stop it!

And sitting in the corner of the old man in hemp, but has been sleepy, seems to pay no attention to this farce.

As for Xu tassel.

As he lifted the lunch box, he went to the saint and said with a smile, "Your Highness, I don't understand something. What exactly is this temple? Why do some people dare not hit his attention, while others do not shy away from it? "

The saint's anxious eyes have been focusing on the battle, listening to Xu tassel ask questions, just suddenly look.

"What?" Xu tassel looked at her eyes, raised eyebrows and asked, "is it inconvenient to say?"

"No, it's not like this..." the virgin's eyes drooped slightly and sighed, "the ancestral hall... Is a special place...

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