The Wind Ministry is one of the largest tribes in the East Desert.

The Ministry of Iron Forest is nominally tied with the wind department, but in fact it is on the edge of the power of the wind department.It has always been the nose of the wind.

But the iron forest department is really remote, and there is no special products, the wind department is too lazy to waste its strength here, and rarely contact with the iron forest department.

In normal times, Sang Lao will not be so confused.Only to kill Lin Yuan, and only to talk about the problem of Gao Zhengyang's gods, he is really a little disheartened.

"Wait a minute, I'll see them."Sang Lao said, and said to the light snow of the moon and Gao Zhengyang: "You should deal with it here."

Lin Yuanhao is also a priest, and it is difficult to say that he was seen dead by outsiders in the sacrificial hall.

After Sang Lao left, Gao Zhengyang looked at the body a little dazed, "How is this, there is a cadaver powder?"

“The cadaver powder?”The moon snow shook his head slightly, "I haven't heard of it."

“Isn’t this a treasure for home travel?” muttered Gao Zhengyang.

Moonlight snow ignored Gao Zhengyang, she went to the next room to pick up a sack, Gao Zhengyang put Lin Yuan into, told him to throw into the hole behind the main hall.

It is a natural hole, seven or eight deep, even in the summer, it is as cold as winter.It is usually used to store food.

When the situation is urgent, throw Lin far away there.

Moonlight snow and Gao Zhengyang treated the blood again, and before waiting to wipe clean, they heard the voice of people speaking from the door.

Gao Zhengyang did not want to meet with the people of the wind.Alone in the snowy room.

"The church is very well built."

When the wind source came in first, it was praised, and the eyes on the other side were patrolling, looking at the situation in the sacrificial hall.

Sang Lao accompanied, the dry old face smiling very slightly, and with a little respect and politeness.

The wind and the wind behind the wind source are not sure.

The wind department has a population of more than 100,000, and the main building of the church is seven feet high, which is extremely magnificent.

This church in the iron forest department is only worthy of their toilet.

The last few wind guards are also proud.In their eyes, they do not see the iron forest.

The moonlight snow came out of the lobby and greeted Sang Lao slightly nods, "Teacher."

"This is my true disciple, the moonlight snow."

Sang introduced the wind.

He also said to the moon light snow: "This is the general teacher of the wind in the wind department, the big name of the stone sword, the name of the East Wilderness."

Pointing to the wind and the wind, he said, “This is the young patriarch’s style, this is the patriarch’s love for the girl spirit.”Little moon, you have to ask these more questions."

The moon light snow gestured slightly to the wind source, wind and other people, and did not say anything.

A black moon and light snow, the temperament is clear, mysterious, ethereal, and there is an extraordinary fairy spirit between the demeanor.Let people break their hearts.

Even if she is a little rude, no one feels that there is anything wrong.

The wind looked straight, and he did not expect that there was such a wonderful girl in the ravine.

The moon is beautiful, but not beautiful.

There is a beautiful wind in the wind, even the beauty of the wind is better than her,

But her extraordinary temperament is better than all the women she has ever seen.

Windy son brave, and the moon light snow eyes a pair, the heart is tight, want to say something, but hesitated not dare to dare to dare.

The tension of the wind, let the sister look in the eyes.

The wind spirit was a bit disdainful hum, she was still young, and did not think how good the moonlight snow was, and she was very dissatisfied with her brother's glency.

“What a great thing, a great thing.”

The wind source sincerely praised: "Sang Lao, this disciple, it is impossible."

The moon light snow breath is only a first-order mage, but the wind source can sense her special breath, absolutely different.

The future of this girl is limitless.

The small iron forest department has such a talent.

The light flashes in the wind, and there is already an idea.

"This girl must be taken away."

One strong man is enough to determine the rise and fall of the tribe.

If the iron forest department is prosperous, it is not a good thing for the wind department.

Take away the moonlight snow, but it can make the wind boom.

One plus one less, but a thousand miles away.

The wind turned its mind, and at a glance, seeing that the wind was a little nervous, it immediately came to the idea.

But his face was silent, and he smiled and said, "Since you have come to the sacrificial hall, you must worship the three saints."

“Please.”

Worshiping the Holy Spirit is no small thing, and Sang Lao is a little more awe-inspiring.

In the hall of the sacrificial hall, the three saints of the people are dedicated.

In the Bureau is the original Holy Emperor who ruled the heavens and the earth.

The original Holy Spirit, the source of heaven and earth, the source of all things, is the source of all things.

The unstoppable Holy Spirit on the left controls the spirit of all things.It was he who gave the magic, and the people had the magicians and magicians.

On the right side is the true emperor, who controls life and death.It was he who passed the martial arts, and the people mastered the powerful martial arts.

The three saints are the highest gods that the people worship together.

Those who do not worship the three saints will be regarded as traitors by others.Everyone gets it.

Under the guidance of the wind source, the three people of the wind and the wind respectfully incense and bow down.

The wind source is the third-order warrior, five senses keen.As soon as I entered the hall, I smelled a lot of blood.

The house full of cigarettes can't be covered.

The wind source was secretly surprised, this is the hall of worship to the Holy Emperor, the most sacred place of the tribe, how can it kill here!

“There must be a story in there...”

The wind source felt that there must be something in it, and he was more interested.

Sang Lao said, “A few guests, coming from a long way, must be tired.”Go to my room for tea and sit down and rest after dinner.”

"Don't be too polite."

The wind waved: "But take a mountain road, where will be tired."

The wind was interested in turning around in the garden.

Sang Lao was helpless, and could only accompany him to introduce a few words from time to time.

The wind turned around for half a circle, came to a room door, and stopped curiously, “Is this it?”

"This is the room of the little moon."

“Yes...”

Sang Laocai opened his mouth to introduce, then the wind source has pushed the door into.Sang Lao was helpless, and could only follow.

The snowy west side of the cabin, the room is not large, only a small room and bedroom.

Gao Zhengyang sat in the chair in the small hall and saw that the people came in, and stood up without delay.

He knew that the other was coming from him.

Avoiding it is not something he is afraid of.I just don’t like the trouble.

The other person really came to the door, and Gao Zhengyang would not hide.He is also nothing to fear.

The wind source is tall, the limbs are slender, and the gray hair is scattered, and the brows are like knives.

The black fish on the body is completely attached to the body.It is clearly tailor-made.

It can protect the body, but also maximize the flexibility of the body.

Including his clothes and boots, all have exquisiteness that the iron forest department does not have.

Just look at the style of clothing, Gao Zhengyang knows that the wind department has strong financial resources, far better than the iron forest department.

From the perspective of the fluctuation of the wind source, the other party should be a third-order warrior.

Moreover, the breath is much stronger than the wolf wind of the wolf.He is the strongest person ever seen.

“Is he?”

The wind source has a playful look at the high sun.

This young man is weak and his appearance is not good.

But the look calm, the eyes are calm, there are fluctuations in the vitality, actually is to open the magic of the martial arts, it seems to be a little interesting.

“This is the high sun.The son of Gao Xiang.”

Sang Lao did not want to say the glorious deeds of Gao Zhengyang, which is too easy to lead to bad associations.

“Oh, he’s the son of a treachery.”

At first, Gao Xiang was very powerful, and the wind source had also seen Gao Xiang.

If the son of Gao Xiang is not surprising to become a warrior at this age.

The wind source was very suspicious, and the people in the room had a problem.

But Gao Zhengyang looked calm, behaved calmly and generously, and Gao Xiang's son, he also put down his doubts.

The wind source wanted to leave, but unexpectedly sensed that there was a special breath on Gao Zhengyang.

"Your father is a true warrior, so don't embarrass him."

The wind said, reaching out and patting Gao Zhengyang's shoulder, a look of affection.

Gao Zhengyang has a kind of intuition, the wind source is not good.

There is a realm in the art of the country, called the golden wind without the forerunner.

That is to say, the autumn wind has not yet come, and the cicada has been aware of it first.

Those who have attained this state of mind cultivation have a keen intuition for danger.

Before the danger occurs, it can produce a hunch and avoid it in advance.

Although Gao Zhengyang's previous life was invincible, the realm of the soul was far away.

That is why I was killed by a nuclear bomb.

Opening the mind of the shrine, he may not have reached the level of the golden wind without the foresight, but his intuition has been unusually sharp.

When the wind moved, he felt wrong.

Without waiting for the palm of the wind source to fall, Gao Zhengyang had quietly slid back and avoided the palm of the wind source.

The wind was a little unexpected, and then a dumb laugh.

Sang Lao was embarrassed and hurriedly explained: "This child has been isolated since childhood and is not used to being close to people."Please don't be surprised by General Feng's teaching."

“What happened?”The wind behind the wind, curious squeezed in.

The wind stared at the big eyes, and some doubt looked at Gao Zhengyang.

This black and thin boy was worse than the slaves of his tribe.I don’t know what Uncle Feng saw about him.

The room of the moonlight snow is small, and so many people come in, and the space is cramped up.

Sang Lao said, "Here is a small place, or go to my room to sit."

“All right.”The wind is laughing.He also said to Feng Ling: "His father Gao Xiang was famous in the East Desert, and he was a good man."You are all young, so close to each other.”

When the wind source and Sang Lao left, the wind spirit wrinkled his small nose, leaning on his small chin, and said to Gao Zhengyang, “Boy, what is your name?”

The five senses are exquisite, especially the beautiful apricot eyes, especially the water spirit has a god.

The blue body is extremely beautiful, there is also a blue leather armor on the outside, and there is a short sword between her waist, which sets her very British.

Gao Zhengyang smiled, compared with a girl as strange as the moonlight snow, this is the real 13- and forty-year-old girl in front of her.

Although there is no chest and no ass, it is better than youth.Especially her pride, which made him feel more interesting.

Modern girls have almost all this arrogance.

But in the backward iron forest department, everyone is living very heavy.The children here have no conditions of arrogance.

It is the son of the iron eagle, iron brave, although he is manic, but there is no such pride.

The pride of the wind made Gao Zhengyang find a familiar taste, and it also made him feel very interesting.

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