The Sixth Child Is Hanging Up, God Is Afraid When He Sees It

Chapter 194: Condor Hero Yang Guo

The beautiful young man looked at this man with thick makeup on his face, and the bright red dress on his body was very coquettish.

The style is not masculine, feminine, it is too dazzling...

The appearance is too neutral, giving people a feeling that if two rabbits walk side by side, An Neng can tell whether I am male or female.

I really can't tell whether the other party is a man or a woman, and I don't know why the other party is looking at me so affectionately.

Next to him was a little girl about ten years old, short in stature, but strangely, her eyes were like lightning, piercing, and possessed a domineering majesty.

When Yang Fan saw this girl, his heart skipped a beat.

It can't be such a coincidence, can it?

Wu Xingyun only rejuvenated once in 30 years, and he happened to be abducted by Wanjie?

He was so scared that he hurriedly looked at the last one. If something happened to this one, he would lose this game...

I saw the last young man with a standard face shape, high browbones, deep eye sockets, thick eyebrows, bright eyes with double eyelids, very attractive.

Although the clothes looked very ordinary, similar to the common people in the previous life and ancient times, they were very neat and tidy.

It seems that the whole person is radiant and full of heroic spirit.

Seeing this, Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, at least he looked like he had learned martial arts, but he didn't know whether he had learned Taixuan Jing or not.

The image of the five people on the right is also quite good.

One of the women is very eye-catching because she is really beautiful.

She has an extremely beautiful face and a pair of bright eyes, and she has an extraordinary temperament, peerless elegance, and a light makeup.

It can be said that she is comfortable and flawless.

That pretty face was as pale and cold as ice at the moment, but there was a crystal clear and soft light like jade.

The eyes of the water friends who looked at her were all attracted to her, so they somewhat ignored the other four.

Beside her is a middle-aged uncle, his face is like white jade, the corners of his eyebrows and eyes are slightly drooping, and his nose is like a hook.

The lips are plump and lustful, there are black moles on both sides of the mouth, and there is a fleshy ball between the eyebrows.

A purple overcoat was draped on the outside, making the stout physique slightly slender.

Her hands are slender and white like a woman's, and she wears a purple gold ring on her middle finger.

Standing beside him was a young man in his twenties holding a scimitar. He was looking at the one-armed hero opposite him with disbelief.

In a state of utter bewilderment...

Because the one-armed hero actually looked exactly like him, the only difference was that he was older and lacked an arm.

He thought with question marks all over his head: How could they be exactly the same? I'm afraid it's not my long-lost pro-big brother or pro-Uncle, right?

Standing next to him was a middle-aged man who was wearing shabby clothes and had white hair on his temples. He looked very down and out.

I saw that his hair was disheveled and his clothes were disheveled, but his expression looked so chic, and his eyes were as bright as cold stars on an autumn night.

Although his face was still handsome, he looked very haggard, his face was pale and sickly, and he was coughing non-stop, almost out of breath.

The last man standing with a sword has a very handsome appearance, a long and upright body, and his white clothes are like snow. There is no trace of variegation in his clothes.

But the sword beside his waist was black, pitch-black, long and narrow, and ancient.

With a coffin face, his eyes are very indifferent, giving people a feeling of ruthlessness and coldness.

At this time, like the machete youth, he was staring closely at the one-armed hero opposite him.

The difference was that what he was looking at was the black epee on the back of the one-armed hero, while the scimitar youth was looking at people.

Of course the one-armed hero is Yang Guo, the eagle hero of the Golden Team.

At this time Yang Guo also found Ding Peng in his opponent, who looked exactly like him when he was young, and looked at him very curiously.

The beautiful young Zhang Wuji really couldn't bear Dongfang Bubai's fiery gaze, and his gaze froze, and he fixed on Yang Guo.

I just feel that the other party's outfit is quite familiar, like a hero that is constantly circulating in the world.

Couldn't help cupping his fists, and asked aloud.

"May I ask if your Excellency is the Ancient Tomb Sect, the Condor Hero Yang Guo, Yang Daxia?"

His utterance caught the attention of the other four members of Team Jin, and they all looked at Yang Guo.

Hearing the sound, Yang Guo turned his head to look at Zhang Wuji, pondered for a moment, and after confirming that he definitely didn't know him, he said doubtfully.

"It's Mr. Yang. I don't know if Mr. Yang and the younger brother have ever met? Mr. Yang has no memory at all..."

hiss! !

Seeing the other party's admission, Zhang Wuji was stunned.

When I came to this inexplicable place, I actually saw a character who only existed in legends a hundred years ago...

The heavy sword behind him is the predecessor of the Yitian Sword and the Dragon Saber, right?