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Then, this once-popular race disappeared after the announcement of the demon patriarch Lei Batian, and no one has mentioned the entire race since then, as if it has become the heart of everyone's heart.

"So, the Shura people have been killed by Lei Batian. Are no one alive?" Feng Chen felt a great shock in his heart. This is a powerful ethnic group.

"I also learned the beginning and end of the matter from other people! For tens of thousands of years, I have never heard of the shadow of the Shura people in the divine realm!"

Hung Hom nodded solemnly, and for a while fell into the memory.

Feng Chen frowned, and said secretly in his heart: "It seems that only after leaving the ancient battlefield to find a time to ask the older generation about the Shura family, this matter is of great importance and must be checked clearly. In order to give an explanation to Terran! "

"Sister Hung Hom, this is already the case, boy, I still have to complete the task. When I leave, I will send a message to you. Then we will join together to leave!"

"Do I need to help?" Feng Chen broke the restraint in her body, and this kind of affection was remembered in her heart.

"Thank you for your kindness, I am so grateful for this kind of feeling. I didn't blow it. Looking at the entire battlefield in ancient times, there is not one who can threaten me!"

Feng Chen is confident, but he really has the confidence and the capital.

"Okay, be careful! If you are in danger, crush the beads, and I will be there as soon as possible!"

She knew that Feng Chen wasn't bragging at her. This kid was just a *, a freak. He was in a state of great consummation in the late period of the Lord God, and he couldn't help himself, let alone others.

"Boy, I understand!" Feng Chen nodded, and then groaned for a moment and said to Hung Hom: "Sister Hung Hom, if you still have some confidants, I can help them leave together!"

Hong Yan heard the words, did not immediately answer Feng Chen, was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head and came to: "I have always been used to being alone, but since you mentioned it, I will give you a copy then Great gift! Alright, take care all the way and say goodbye! "

Feng Chen was trying to ask what the big gift in Hong's mouth meant. Before he could say anything, Hung was gone.

...

Three days later, Zhou Xianwei, Wang Xibo, Huang Zhi, Qi Feng, Liwu, Jin Chan, and Zhao Xinxin were all in trouble.

Dozens of people stopped them around them.

"It turned out to be a few of you, Lao Tzu thought that he had caught a few big fishes! The evil Lao Tzu wasted a ancestral flower! What a **** bitch!"

A handsome young man with a very arrogant look, with a face full of ridicule, let his lips go and yelled at Zhou Xianwei and others.

"What do you want to do?" Zhou Xianwei and others were wary, and the group of people who surrounded them was not low. Almost all the monks were late monks. Only two monks were in the early stage of the Lord God. .

In contrast, Zhou Xianwei and others, their strength compared with this group of people, they seem to be a little witch.

"Why? Huh! This is a very mentally retarded question. In the ancient battlefield, there are still stupid people asking me what I want to do! Funny!" The handsome guy did not give Zhou Xianwei a good look, and his voice was full of badness. Meaning.

Hearing here, the faces of Zhou Xianwei and others are all darkened, and their nerves are tight, and they are ready to fight at any time!

"Lao Tzu gives you ten breaths, hand over your identity card, and hand over the storage ring. La Tzu gives you a lot of fun, leaving you with a corpse, otherwise, the one who is waiting for you is even more uncomfortable than death!"

The young and handsome guy smiled vaguely, and then yelled.

"Good breath, really when I waited for you to fail!" Liwu's violent temper was intolerable, and it erupted directly. Although his injury has not recovered yet, he still has the confidence.

"If I were you, I would never talk to Lao Tzu in this tone! Don't you widen your dog's eyes to see, can you use the strength of seven of you to stop the attack of seventeen of us?"

"..." These words spoke of the pain of Zhou Xianwei and others, and for a while I didn't know how to refute the other party.

There is a gap of dozens of people between them and this group. They are two to one, and they are not their opponents in any case.

"Master Jiangyang, who is dignified in cattle, when did he like to bully more?" Suddenly, when Zhou Xianwei and others fell into anxiety, a clear voice came from a distance. A woman in a light green gown was lightly Come on.

"Rat tribe, Xu Ping!" The handsome guy raised an eyebrow when he saw someone, and looked behind Xu Ping, with a meaningful smile on his face.

"Master Jiang, these people are my friends. I also hope that Master Jiang gives Xu Ping a thin noodle. This is the end of this matter, and I will come to the door to thank you another day!"

Speaking of the conversation, Xu Ping had hesitation, hesitated whether she should take the shot, she was very clear about the identity of Zhou Xianwei and others, and the woman standing next to Jin Chan, all of whom had a great relationship with Feng Chen.

If Feng Chen is really dead, she will not resolutely help each other. Now she is alone and cannot be the opponent of Jiang Yang. But if she really fights together, there is still a chance to escape. This is only one, and the second, at this moment, she is not sure if Feng Chen is still alive. If she is still alive, she will take risks to rescue them, and she should win the favor of Feng Chen.

Before and after thinking, she decided to help.

"Thin face? Dare to ask Miss Xu how much is your thin face worth?" Just after Jiang Yang's voice fell, Xu Ping's face changed and she could hear it from Jiang Yang's tone. Her Xu Ping's face was In the eyes of others, it doesn't help at all.

"Master Jiang, what do you mean?" Xu Ping asked with a black face.

"Xu Ping, Xu Ping, your face is as thin as paper in front of me. If it was before, I will give your face, but the mouse clan has you, Guo Wei, and you will be insignificant! If I expected That's right, you are not the candidate of the Rat clan now! You tell me, what qualifications do you have for me to sell you face? "

Jiang Yang's words were harsher than words, and the ridicule on his face was beyond words.

"Jiang Yang, you have such a loud tone that you dared to speak to me in this tone, and you have thought about the consequences!" Xu Ping turned his mind, knowing that after being deprived of his identity by the clan, , It is not open to the public, that is to say, no one knows that he is not a rat patriarch candidate. There are no more than three people. His face Guo Wei is not sure. How did Jiang Yang know about it? .