The Secret of the Seal

Silver Moon's face passed a bit of bitterness. It was a long way from the headquarters of the Shura School. When they brought reinforcements, I was afraid that Nan Huairen would have dried up. This is clearly that Nan Huairen is afraid that they will have the opportunity to get out but refuse to leave, so they deliberately say so.

After telling the silver moon silver star, Nan Huairen thought about it, but he turned his eyes to Qin Dong and Feng Lang. Among them, he apologized. "You two are the same, but I have no skills. I am afraid that you will rely on yourself. It is."

Although the silver star is not used to seeing Qin Dong, it is at this time that they have become comrades who are facing a desperate situation. The mood will change somewhat. The eyes of Qin Dongfeng are not as sharp as before. Sympathy. In the view of Silver Star, Qin Dong and Feng Lang are only the small dragons of the Dragon Temple. It is better to be better than her. In such a situation, the chances of their survival are infinitely lower than themselves. What's more, Liao Qixun regarded the two as traitors, and they have already released their words, and they will be removed.

Yinyue is even more apologetic. People have helped themselves a lot, but they have brought people into desperate circumstances. This is totally unreasonable.

"Otherwise, you two will follow our sisters for a while, we will take care of you as much as possible."[

Silver Star had no objection this time, and nodded.

Qin Dong and Feng Lang smiled at each other and had no words.

Yinyue thought that the two had promised, so they looked at Nan Huairen and said, "Predecessors, you have to work hard to find opportunities to get away."

Nan Huairen sighed and shook his head without speaking. This time, he is careless. I thought that taking advantage of my own skills and dealing with Liao Qixun, it was the hand to come, the songbook would not have to waste any effort, but did not expect that Liao Qixun had such a big battle waiting for himself.

Looking at it, Liao Qixun brought no mediocrity, and the most recent ones were at the third level. There are two people dressed up in Qianlongwei, and they have already entered the fifth level. In the two five-level environment, Nan Huairen is not in the eye, but with more than 30 monks of the third to fourth level, Nan Huairen has no grasp of it.

"Is it good?"

"Liao Qixun, even if it is dead, the old man will pull you to the back!" Nan Huairen screamed, his body shape is like a sleepy dragon, and the volley forced Liao Qixun.

Liao Qixun’s face showed a three-pointed sneer, a slight wave of hands, and more than twenty-three or four-level monks were lifted into the air, like an eagle group, surrounded by Nan Huairen.

"Take me away!" Nan Huairen violently thundered, the body's spiritual power slammed with the fists, just like the same sound, the straight ear squeaking.

The first master in the East is the vegetarian, is it vegetarian? This violent bang, as if in a day, can blast a hole.

Although Nan Huairen’s offensive is fierce, the results are minimal. These twenty-three third- and fourth-level monks are clearly through the ears of Liao Qixun. They seem to be disorganized, but they complement each other and become each other. Every two to three groups, each two to three groups are a large group, and they exchange and defend each other, and never act alone. In this way, the feeling for Nan Huairen is that he must face at least five to six people's siege every moment.

Taking advantage of the advantages of many people and the cooperation between them, Nan Huairen, the first master of the East Pole Wonderland, is like a beast that has been locked into a cage, and the attack power exerted by him is becoming more and more limited.