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However, compared with the atmosphere of joy created by Zhenwu Pavilion, the three poisons of the three people are similar in appearance. At this time, Murong Xue whispers a small mouth, a beautiful face, can not conceal the surprise, can not tell the playful and cute.

As for the elder of the soup, the face was a bit sloppy. Then he looked at the left side quietly, just where the disciples of the disciples gathered, feeling the eyes of the elders of the soup, Chen Haonan nodded lightly.

The elders of the soup had a cold eye and had already confirmed my identity. This would be better, lest you should ask the whereabouts of the Jin Yunjian, and he could not let Chen Haonan come out to prove it. Otherwise, Chen Haonan lost his eyeliner.

"His grandmother, you have a small waste, you still want to play pigs and eat tigers!" Ling Zetian is not annoyed and screaming, if his combat experience is rich, it is likely that he has to turn over the ship in the gutter, just the little boy showed it. In one hand, they fully met the standards of their independent selection. In other words, in the Zhenwu Pavilion, it is certainly not an unknown generation.

"Oh, tiger? You can't help yourself too much. In front of me, you are just a jumping clown." I shrugged and said indifferently.

In fact, really, Ling Zetian did have some people, especially his five poisonous powers, I obviously feel that the skin on the back of the hand is particularly itchy, and there is a burning sensation for a while.

Fortunately, my skin was thick and motivated, and the toxin was quickly eliminated. However, this move caused a faint glow around my arm.

"Yi Jin Jing?!" The elder of the soup frowned. As a martial arts man, he naturally knew this martial art, and even had a relationship with the Shaolin abbot. This white light seems to be the **** of the sixth week!

Although today's Yi Jin Jing, it is difficult to compare the glory of the past, but still quite horrible, as far as he knows, in today's martial arts, people who can train Yi Jinjing to the sixth Sunday, there are definitely a handful.

I remember visiting the abbot of Shaolin a few years ago. He seems to have entered the sixth week. The entire Shaolin is a joyful atmosphere of light, although I don’t know, I am the teacher, but the age. Gently, there is a martial art attainment comparable to Shaolin abbot. It is already quite a b.

"Daddy, if I didn't guess wrong, this young man should be the most famous Zhuangfeng?" asked the elder Tang.

"Well, it is him." The sergeant couldn't help but straighten his waist. He obviously felt that the attitude of the elders of the soup had changed.

"No, when did Zhuang Feng join the Zhenwu Pavilion?" The elder soup was so different.

This problem has caused the princes to be somewhat guilty. The elders said, "Don't forget, the six martial arts halls of the capital belong to the Zhenwu Pavilion. Zhuang Feng is the person of the National Weiwu Pavilion. It is also a member of the Zhenwu Pavilion. ”

"Oh, your explanation is not a problem." Tang Changpiao said with a smile, and did not continue to chat, paying attention to the action of the center of the venue.

After eating a little loss, Ling Zetian was cautious. I didn't hesitate. This time I chose to take the initiative.

In terms of body law, I am not as elegant as Ling Zetian. He seems to have mastered the martial arts of light work. Whether it is the pace of avoidance or the angle of attack, it is extremely ingenious and even worthy of being smashed.

However, I thought about it before. As long as I can stabilize it, I have no intention of defeating him. I am not saying that my strength is not as good as him. However, my killer is really good and not suitable for use in such occasions.

Ling Zetian's winning heart is very strong. In just a few seconds, he has made a few serial killers. His body is surging with overwhelming enthusiasm, and all of them show the strength of his inner strength.

From the dark to the chemical, the martial arts will continue to compress until the size of a winter jujube. Although there is only one small one in Nedan, it contains amazing energy. Generally speaking, it is strong in the middle and the middle. When the lamp is dry, there is no way to sit down and become lonely. Only when it reaches the late stage of the chemical, or even the peak stage, can it keep its own inner eternal, which is also a valuable asset for future generations. .

After all, this continuation of the skill is tantamount to reinvigorating the life. If you fail to seize the opportunity of the right place and the right place, it is undoubtedly difficult to go to heaven.

This is also the reason why Sun Laotou yelled at the end of Nei Dan, the Gorefiend took the opportunity to occupy my body, and absorbed most of Nedan, which was able to reproduce the day.

In terms of Qi Jin, I can't find anything cheap, but it won't be too different. On the way I just came, I secretly took the third-order condensate Dan. In just a few moments, I consolidated my strength. For, I have to admit that the third-order Ling Dan has an immediate effect!

When I have time to go back, I must refine it a few times, and then give it to Guan Ruolan. Although she lost her skill, but the foundation is still there, the thing is condensed, it is tailor-made for her, no accident, ten or eight. Nine can restore the previous repairs.

For this stubborn mother-in-law, my heart was filled with love. When I went to Guan Ruolan’s house, I saw her climbing the ladder and taking the bedding. As a result, I accidentally fell. I not only feel bad, but also blame myself, from a unique woman. It became an ordinary woman. The sorrow and grief of this is absolutely unimaginable to outsiders.

In a short time, I and Ling Zetian have already played seven strokes. It is still difficult to divide. Of course, apart from a few big amnesties, those disciples can hardly see any doorways.

"There are three tricks left, you have to cheer!" I said without warning.

Wen Yan, Ling Zetian face twitching slightly, the eyes have a haze, originally he was very anxious, seeing me with a look of fearless, more headaches.

"Small waste, this is what you forced me!" Ling Zetian bit his teeth, screamed and screamed, and his body trembled, and then spread his hand.

A black bug that floats above the palm of your hand.

"This... is this the Five Holy Glory?!"