Chen Sanqiu saw the little dwarf ancient soil hanging upside down on a tree in the square next to him, whipped by someone, and foaming at the mouth, and his eyes lit up.

Damn, it seems that I have not come to the wrong place.

Since this little dwarf ancient land is here, then the flowers must be here too.

Chen Sanqiu looked at the warrior of the ancient martial arts sect who was waving his whip and whipping the ancient soil.

Judging from the clothes of this ancient martial artist, he should be a disciple of Qingshan Blood Knife Sect.

Squinted his eyes, Chen Sanqiu coughed, slapped his clothes, walked towards the little dwarf Gutu, walked to the little dwarf Gutu, and laughed at the disciple of the Qingshan Blood Knife Sect.

The disciple of Qingshan Blood Sword Sect was stunned when he saw Chen Sanqiu coming over. He said that he didn't know this person himself!

I am not a disciple of my own sect, why are you here to do?

"What are you here to do? Do whatever you should do, don't come here to make trouble." The disciple of Qingshan Blood Knife Sect said angrily at Chen Sanqiu.

Chen Sanqiu shrugged his shoulders, smiled with a scathing smile, and said to the disciple of the Qingshan Blood Knife Sect: "Brother, I don't think you're whipping it so good, so come and have a look."

The little dwarf ancient soil who was poured off the tree, his head was facing down, and he felt that his blood was about to swell out of the middle of his forehead, and his head was full of groggy.

In addition, he was so harshly pulled by this disciple of Qingshan Blood Knife Sect, and his strength disappeared without a trace. Now he can only hang upside down on the tree, opening his mouth and talking became a problem, and Chen Sanqiu's voice was not heard for a while.

"Look at me, it's so good to slap? What do you mean?" The disciple of Qingshan Blood Knife Sect sneered and said to Chen Sanqiu: "Do you want to come and try it too?"

When Chen Sanqiu heard the disciple of Qingshan Blood Knife Sect say this, his eyes lit up and he said excitedly: "Okay, brother, can I?"

As he said that, Chen Sanqiu reached out to the disciple of the Qingshan Blood Knife Sect.

This is fucking...

The disciple of Qingshan Blood Knife Sect couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. I'll just turn it around. Didn't you hear that the tone of his speech just now was full of ridicule?

How thick-skinned are you that you can reach out to ask for it?

Looking at Chen Sanqiu's hippie face and looking expectant, the disciple of Qingshan Blood Knife Sect took a deep breath, put the whip in his hand with an unhappy look in his face, and shouted: "Okay, I'll let you whip it, and you'll get out after you slap it."

Chen Sanqiu was not angry either, nodded, and nodded.

Then he held the whip and raised his hand. The whip in his hand swung it into the air. Then, like a silver dragon coming out of water, it roared in the air and threw it hard towards the little dwarf Gutu's body.

"Bang, bang, puff."

Three kinds of sounds sounded one after another.

The whip whipped the little dwarf Gutu, making a sound of cracking and cracking. Then the little dwarf Gutu's body was flying up with huge force, and its head hit the tree trunk, and finally a puff.

He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes, and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

When the disciple of Qingshan Blood Sword Sect saw this situation, he was shocked and his whole body shook.

The whole face was twisted together instantly, and his expression changed several times.

I lay in a big trough.

Mad, this is fucking...

This disciple of Qingshan Blood Knife Sect was crazy and his face turned so green.

Damn, this is the traitor handed over to me from above. I want to ask myself to torture the situation of Tianshan Sword Sect from this traitor.

Ma Dan, it doesn’t matter if this little dwarf is dead, but the problem is that he hasn’t even asked about it.

He was actually beaten to death by a whip by a bastard who just came.

"Cao, grass, grass, grass, your sister, oh." The disciple of Qingshan Blood Knife Sect was so angry that his teeth were trembling, and his words became unstoppable. He pointed at Chen Sanqiu: "Cao, you, you whip him to death, grass."

Chen Sanqiu was also surprised and said to himself: "I didn't expect that this little dwarf was so careless. I was beaten to death by a whip. Oh, I understand, you slapped too hard before, so you want to slap him to death, well, that's right."

After saying that, Chen Sanqiu threw his braid directly to the disciple of Qingshan Blood Knife Sect, and immediately turned around and left.

This disciple of Qingshan Blood Knife Sect almost got angry.

Oh, I'll go.

This bastard is quite smart.

Grass, if you cause trouble, you will force your mistakes to yourself.

Are you a fool?

Can you let this bastard go?

"Stop, Cao, stop for me." The disciple of Qingshan Blood Knife Sect grabbed Chen Sanqiu's arm and said angrily: "You fucked this little dwarf to death and want to leave? Follow me to meet the leader."

"Do you go to see your leader, or the leader of my Xiaoyao Sect?" Chen Sanqiu immediately snorted coldly and said coldly to the disciple of the Qingshan Blood Knife Sect: "You want to frame me? I whip it. You whip so many whips, but you want to harm me? Do you think I'm easy to mess with?"

"Are you a disciple of Xiaoyao Sect?" The disciple of Qingshan Blood Sword Sect was stunned. Oh, let me go. Seeing this bastard dressed casually, I didn't expect that the other party was actually a disciple of Xiaoyao Sect. Unexpectedly, the other party was actually a disciple of Xiaoyao Sect.

If the other party is really a disciple of Xiaoyao Sect.

Then even if I make trouble at the head, I may not be able to win.

Take a deep breath: "But you killed this little dwarf, and you didn't ask any questions."

Chen Sanqiu glanced at the disciple of Qingshan Blood Knife Sect with contempt: "What are you asking? How can you not make up?"

"How do you write this? The above asked what this little dwarf traitor encountered at the Tianshan Sword Sect, why did he bring a woman to our camp? What do you say?" The disciple of the Qingshan Blood Sword Sect said in a naughty way.

Chen Sanqiu was immediately happy.

What a fuck, others don’t know, they know it themselves.

He looked at the disciple of Qingshan Blood Knife Sect with contempt, then pretended to be thinking, thought for a while, and then said to the disciple of Qingshan Blood Knife Sect: "This is easy to say. Just say that this little dwarf met Chen Sanqiu and that woman outside the Tianshan Sect. Then, this little dwarf was not Chen Sanqiu's opponent, and was caught by Chen Sanqiu. He asked some news about our leader of Xiaoyao Sect. After learning that our leader was pregnant, he left in a daze. The woman was stupid and wanted to come to our leader of Xiaoyao Sect to ask why she left Chen Sanqiu. Isn't this enough?"

After hearing Chen Sanqiu's words, this disciple of the Qingshan Blood Sword Sect was stunned.

He raised his thumbs up and said to Chen Sanqiu: "Brother, it's amazing. What he said is the same as the truth."

Chen Sanqiu...

This is the truth.

——The content comes from [Migu Reading] (To be continued)
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