Chapter 893: Cup Beijing people, are you ready to go through the Mid-Autumn Festival in advance?

Chapter 893: Cup Beijing people, are you ready to go through the Mid-Autumn Festival in advance?

As the sun sets, the tourists in the Forbidden City gradually dissipate.

However, in the ordinary people can not see the location, a variety of strange monks dressed up quietly gathered here. In the sky, there are successive swords and magic weapons that ordinary people can't see with the naked eye.

In addition to the friends of the 'Jiuzhou No.1 Group', there are many strangers who are sharp-eyed and have come up early, occupying a good position, and have produced a variety of instruments, or magical changes. Camera, aiming at the location of the Forbidden City.

Fengfeng Gongzi curiously said: "Hey? There are many people coming here today. Do you know so many people in the Battle of Beihe and Causeway?" He thought that the most of the "Jiuzhou No.1" friends would come to the scene. I didn’t expect to have a lot of strange friends.

The warm-looking pharmacist smiled slightly: "As far as I know, some of the foreign friends are called from the Beihe people. The reporters of the [Monk Daily], the disciples of the [Tianji Information Center], and the [Shengang monk] Members of the radio station, etc."

Beihe Sanren is going to make a big news. He wants to broadcast this battle of 'The Forbidden City'!

Hegemony Jun laughed and said: "It looks like the Beihe Taoist friends are confident in this battle."

It is precisely because of the self-confidence that must win, that the Beihe people will gather the reporters of the [Monk Daily] for live broadcast.

After laughing, the tyrants of the tyrants and the faint sorrows were somewhat worried. Last week, he met with the singer. At that time, he faintly felt that something was wrong with the bronze priest. When there is something wrong with him, he can't say it.

Can the Beihe people really defeat the mysterious gongs of God?

"Where is the Beihe Taoist now?" Jiang Ziyan asked the pharmacist's hand and asked curiously.

"Speaking, I haven't seen him recently. He hasn't even been online in the past few days. When I was chatting in the group recently, I found that the first one who replied to me was not a Beihe scattered person. My heart was particularly awkward." Road.

"I think, the friends of Beihe should be trying to keep the mysterious state, and don't give the bronze 卦 the opportunity to know ourselves and know each other. Maybe the Beihe duel will not appear before." A red skirt of the flaming fairy road.

"What about the seniors of the bronze cymbals?" The other protagonist of the three-day curious look at the four-year-old protagonist, the singer, did not appear. In addition, Song Shuhang and his friends have not yet come.

"The Tongluo Taoist friend may have been on the scene... However, if he does not stand up, no one can recognize him." The tyrant really shrugged his shoulders.

It is true that the Yi Rong technique of the Emperor of the Copper Emperor is really terrifying. Even the Seven Masters can't see his Yi Rong. Even the eight-character Xuan Sheng, you may not be able to see through his tolerance.

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The night is coming.

The more monks around the Forbidden City, the more they talk.

"When does the duel begin?" Fengfeng son took a bag of melon seeds from his arms and shared them with his friends.

The pharmacist replied: "I don't know... anyway, wait here."

"Unfortunately today is not the full moon night. Otherwise, the full moon night, the two masters duel, the atmosphere will be better." Breaking Yang Guo Guo said, quickly pulled out the phone, and sent two messages.

Jiuzhou No.1 Group.

Broken Yang Guo Da: "[萌萌狗头表情]"

Broken Yang Guo Da: "[Roaring upstairs dog head expression]"

Today everyone’s attention is on the battle of the Forbidden City. No one is robbing him of the dog’s head.

Broken Yang Guo Guo was satisfied and took the phone.

But I don't know why, when no one grabbed the dog's head with him, his heart was faintly lost.

The human heart is so elusive.

After more than ten minutes.

Feng Fenggong suddenly raised his head and said: "Someone is here!"

I saw a distant light, and a sword light swept away.

This sword is very fast, it is the fastest Jianguang in the life of Fengfeng son!

The tail of Jianguang faintly reveals the shadow of the dragon's tail.

"It’s Bai Daoyou, he finally came." Yan Bazheng suddenly looked up and then replied.

Fengfeng son: "How do I feel the speed of the swords of the whites, seems to be faster?"

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After the phoenix son nodded secretly, the face of Song Shuhang Xiaoyou could become the unit for measuring the speed of the flying sword.

For example: the speed of the book-small friend's face whitish level, the speed of the book-small friend's face pale level, the speed of the book-small friend's face-green level...

"Book Air Xiaoyou has finally arrived." After three days, the brothers saw Song Shuhang and the fruits, poems and candles behind him, and he secretly sighed.

The flying sword of Bai Zunren finally stopped at the top of everyone's head.

"Hey? Copper and Beihe have not yet appeared? As long as we know this, we don't have to be so fast." Bai Zun said with a smile.

Behind him, Song Shuhang and the three little guys have already had their legs soft.

Song Shuhang now regrets very much, [Dragon Tail Shadow] This instrument should not be handed over to the white predecessors so early.

After the white sage held his chin and thought for a moment, suddenly his eyes lit up: "Since the gongs and the Beihe have not come, then I will send them a meeting."

During the speech, the white lord once again took the sword and rushed to the sky.

Song Shuhang: "White predecessors, can you put us down first?"

"No, I just want to cast a spell in the sky. It won't take long." White Zun, haha ​​laughed.

After flying high above the altitude of about a thousand meters, the white lord picked up the French seal, and the water in the void constantly condensed, eventually turning into a grain of ice crystal, suspended in the air.

"White predecessors, are you ready to dry up?" Song Shuhang asked curiously.

“I want to make a huge full moon with my spells.” White Zun said: “Remember a long time ago, when there was a wolf demon branch in the West, they had special abilities to transform in the full moon. After they turned, they often The strength is multiplied. But the full moon is not available every day. In order to make your transformation talent more practical, the wolf demon branch has developed a 'artificial full moon' spell. I have ever touched the spell and then put it Improved it and made a bigger full moon."

“Why do you have to use the spell to make a full moon?” asked the little monk.

The poem Lolly blinked and said: "The white predecessors think that the full moon night, the battle of the Forbidden, will be more atmosphere?"

"This is the case." Bai Zun said with a smile.

Song Shuhang: "White predecessors, after the spell is displayed, will the entire cup of Beijing people see it?"

"Of course." White Zun responded.

Therefore, people in Beijing are blessed. You will see the full moon on September 1st... A Mid-Autumn Festival addiction in advance.

However, after the spell is displayed, can the people of Cup Beijing see the two moons?

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As the white sage's spells are finished, a huge round of moons rises above the Forbidden City.

This moon is big and round.

"It is not a white predecessor, the shot is the atmosphere. Directly move the full moon to the sky." Desolation Guo Guo sighed.

The phoenix son looked at the round moon at the top of his head and swallowed his mouth: "But, Guo Daoyou... don't you feel that this moon is too big? Such a big moon makes people feel that the moon is very close to us. Very close... Anytime it will fall and fall on our heads."

The tyrants of the tyrants agreed to nod. "It is... a little big."

"The phoenix road friend said this, I was very panicked. I always feel that it will fall at any time."

In the sky, the white sage seems to have heard the exchanges of the friends. He reached out and shot on the round moon.

The ‘嗖’ moon was shot by a palm, and ascended to a higher void, and finally floated to a suitable position.

The white lord nodded with satisfaction and landed with Song Shuhang and three little guys.

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The moon is like water.

Although this moon is artificial...

Under the light of the moon, I don’t know when, there is a figure appearing on the ridge of the Forbidden City.

The figure, dressed in a white Confucian shirt, with a long sword on the waist, stood on the left side of the temple.

He pressed his left hand on the long sword at the waist, holding a roll of books in his right hand, graceful, with a gentle smile on his lips. Just standing there, there is a book that is angry.

"Henghuo Road Friends, you fly to the temple to dry up? Is it difficult to be poetic, to make a poem on the spot?" A friend who knows Hengzhen Zhenjun smiled and asked.

That's right, this white Confucian man with a long sword and a look at his appearance is the constant fire of the Baiyun Academy.

"No, the constant fire friend does not say that he is very busy these days, can't find time? When did you get to the Forbidden City?"

Then he immediately thought of a possibility.

"Stupid gongs, why do you pretend to be a constant fire friend? You are looking for 屎! Believe it or not, the entire Confucian will find you trouble."

We must know that Hengzheng Zhenjun is now the master of the Confucian Golden Lotus world. It can be said that it is the Confucian contemporary scorpion.

The gongs of the Emperor of the Emperor of the Confucianism disguised as his appearance and the duel of the Beihe scattered people. No matter whether they win or lose, Confucian disciples will not let him go.

"It makes sense."

Then, in full view, he took out a white cloth and covered himself.

"The seniors of the bronze cymbals, wouldn't they want to dress up on the spot?" Song Shuhang asked out loudly, at this time he was sitting in the middle of the members of the 'Jiuzhou No.1 Group'. The three little guys were brought back by the three-day brother.

"Who does he want to be?"

Jiang Ziyan blinked his eyes: "If it were me, I would choose to become a person who can bring great psychological pressure to the friends of Beihe. This will be able to get started when the duel begins."

When Jiang Ziyan’s words were finished, everyone turned their heads and looked at the white lord... (to be continued).