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Chapter 590: There Is Demonic Energy In The South

Chapter 590: There is evil in the south

Among these hundreds of sergeants, there was a squad leader named Qin Ling.

At the same time, the mountain behind Lingdan Pavilion.

The small courtyard was empty. Under a big locust tree, a wicker chair creaked and swayed. The old man lay on the wicker chair with his eyes narrowed and was very leisurely. It was Mr. Jiang.

At this time, Mr. Jiang's eyelids trembled, and he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, stopping the shaking of the wicker chair. His eyes shot out two rays of light, directed towards the Zhou family in the outer city.

After a while, Mr. Jiang lay back on the wicker chair again, frowning slightly.

The little girl lying asleep on the stone table woke up, looked at Mr. Jiang, and asked in a childish voice: "Smelly old man, what are you doing?"

Mr. Jiang drooped his eyelids and murmured: "You, Grandpa Yun, are going to be unlucky to old age!"

When Jiang Xiaoguo heard this, he jumped up and grabbed Mr. Jiang's beard and said anxiously: "What's wrong with Grandpa Yun? Has something happened to Grandpa Yun? Grandpa Yun hasn't taken me to see the big fish yet!"

"Let go, let go, let go, Jiang Xiaoguo." Old Jiang's beard was pulled, and he grinned in pain and glared at Jiang Xiaoguo and shouted.

Jiang Xiaoguo let go of his hand, jumped onto the stone table, and crossed his arms.

When Mr. Jiang saw the girl's behavior, he was so angry that his teeth ached, and he muttered: "You stinky girl, you call yourself grandpa, stinky old man, but calling other people's grandpa is a kiss, and you can't stop shouting."

Mr. Jiang stared at Jiang Xiaoguo. This stinky girl called Yun Luo grandpa three times in a row, and now he has become a stinky old man again. How did Yun Luo deceive this stinky girl?

However, Mr. Jiang still said: "There is a bad guy outside. This bad guy is much more powerful than your Grandpa Yun. Do you think he is unlucky?"

When Jiang Xiaoguo heard this, he said suspiciously: "So powerful? Does that mean he is much more powerful than you? Then you are even more unlucky?"

Mr. Jiang's eyes widened and he said angrily: "You stinky girl, why are you better than your Grandpa Yun, but better than me? I am not that reckless man like Yun Luo. I only know how to beat. I am Mr.

It’s a teacher, you know?”

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaoguo pursed his lips and muttered: "How powerful is this bad guy? Tell Grandpa Yun quickly."

"I don't, that little bastard Yunluo is very stingy. Last time I asked him to give me a piece of magical power mark, but he fell out without saying a word. Who is he? It's not like he can't grow it again."

As Mr. Jiang said, he and Jiang Xiaoguo stared at each other like two children fighting for candy, neither of them giving in.

At this moment, a gray-robed figure came from outside the courtyard and came in front of the two of them. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help laughing, but he immediately restrained himself and saluted respectfully.

"Mr. Jiang, I feel there is Shang Qi in the south."

Hearing this, Mr. Jiang lay back on the wicker chair and murmured: "That's not evil..."

The middle-aged man in gray robe was stunned. Isn't it demonic?

Dark, bloody, and rancid, yes, it is the aura of the demons, or the methods of demon cultivators.

Confused, the gray-robed middle-aged man asked again: "Mr. Jiang? It's not demonic energy? What is that?"

Mr. Jiang was shaking his wicker chair, looking a little irritated, shaking his head and saying nothing.

When the middle-aged man in gray robe saw this, he thought for a while and felt even more uncomfortable. He really couldn't think of what it was.

Now he took two steps back, folded his hands together, raised the thumbs of both hands, and overlapped the remaining four fingers, and made a long line, with a serious tone (Qian Wang's) and a serious tone.

"Fei Qi, the soul palace scholar, please sir, please clear up my confusion and teach me some knowledge."

Hearing this, Mr. Jiang's eyes burst into light. He stood up, stopped the shaking rattan chair, and took out a book with the word "Jiang Gu" engraved on it.

Scholars must study hard without neglecting the important tasks.

The irritability on Mr. Jiang's original face disappeared, leaving only solemnity, seriousness, and seriousness.

After taking two steps back and forth, he gently patted the middle-aged man in gray robe twice on his shoulder with his palm, and then the middle-aged man in gray robe straightened up. .