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In the void, Xi Feng, the fourth disciple of the Sutra Pavilion of the Academy, withered. Shi Fuhua, the fifth disciple, both of them had a light smile on their faces. They looked at Wan moti, the outer gate of the Gangsha road.
"Why should the Sutra Pavilion of the Academy intervene in secular disputes?" Wan moti, the withered old man, looks very ugly. He stares at two young men in the void and asks coldly.
"Ha ha, the top clan forces can't interfere in the dispute of dynasty forces. Why do you come here Full of scholarly atmosphere, the poet's eyes were full of laughter, and he asked wanmoti in a low voice.
"This..." Wan moti's face was red and white, and his eyes were full of cold light. He was staring at the two people on the opposite side, and they were speechless for a moment.
On both sides, a group of dozens of strong men in the outer gate, all with cold eyes, stood beside Wan moti and said nothing.
"Hehe, aftershock is the first of the three generations of disciples of our college's Sutra Pavilion. We are so stiff that we call it orthodox, but we deceive each other with the help of the martial arts masters of the soul realm. Is it hard to be true? When there is no one in our college's Sutra pavilion The west wind with long robe and cold complexion gave a cold smile and turned his eyes. Wan moti asked with disdain.
"Hei hei, Wuchen has met the fourth elder martial brother. The fifth elder martial brother!"
"Fourth martial uncle. Fifth martial uncle!"
At the same time, aftershocks. No trace. Both of them stepped out of the air, heart is full of warmth standing in the west wind withered. Poetry belly China two people around.
"Hum, the Sutra collection Pavilion of the Academy, is it ready to fight with me?" Wan Mo Ti gave a cold hum, but did not answer the question of the west wind. Behind him, dozens of strong people scattered to both sides and surrounded them.
"Ha ha, war? Do you have that capital? " West Wind withered step out, his eyes cold incomparable, looking directly at Wan moti, a cold sense of turbulence, the presence of a group of strong unexpectedly all unconsciously hit a shiver.
"When the west wind blows, everything withers!"
For a moment, the rampant wind suddenly rose, and the fierce wind was like a sharp knife. In the void, the faces of all the powerful people were all sinking at the same time. The exuberant breath of life on every strong person of the rigid evil way was rapidly decaying under the attack of the fierce wind.
"Brush, brush!" Dozens of the power of the realm of the soul and the realm of the emperor ascended, and the power of the laws emerged at the same time. The fierce westerly wind is still raging like a sword, which encircles dozens of strong people.
"Ha ha, stiff evil way, seem to be not enough to see!" He is full of scholarly poetry, and his arms are open. Behind him, there are thousands of butterflies dancing poetry. Taoism, poetry and books are rolling and winding, just like a long dragon of poetry and books.
The butterfly dance of poetry and books lingers in the void, and the momentum of the long dragon is extremely bad. The dozens of strong people in front of them are all worried, and the long longan is full of fear.
"Hoo A dull breath came from the mouth of Wan moti, a dry old man. In the void, pieces of withered leaves suddenly rose out of the air and turned into the fleeting light and shadow of the Tao. They rushed into the body of the strong one of the stiff and evil Tao.
Poop, poop. Poop, poop
A weak dull sound, in the stiff evil road a group of strong side in vain. The fierce westerly wind, which lingers like a knife, is gradually withering under the agitation of these withered leaves.
Whoosh, whoosh. Whoosh, whoosh
In the blink of an eye, dozens of powerful people in the spirit transforming realm stepped out of the siege of the fierce west wind and returned to Wan moti.
"Cough, let's call it a day. What do you think?" A burst of light cough full of reluctance came from the mouth of Wan Mo ti.
At the bottom, the powerful members of the major sects, as well as the heads of the major dynasties, all took a breath of cool air. In the face of the strength shown by the two disciples of the Sutra Pavilion of the Academy, they did not hesitate to give in.
In the void, the most embarrassing thing at the moment is Ji Huang himself. Originally, due to the intervention of rigid evil way, Ji Huang has no suspense about capturing and killing Wu trace and others.
But now the two disciples of the Sutra Pavilion of the Academy show up strongly, and they are forced to show their weakness. The two disciples of the Sutra collection Pavilion in the Academy exuded the power of the Emperor Wu in the soul transforming realm. Even Ji Huang was afraid when he saw them. If you are trying to force Wu Chen and others at the moment, I'm afraid it will lead to a bad end.
"Ha ha, do you think that if we show such weakness, we will let you go?" The west wind withers a cold smile, the eye is full of disdain of swept an eye, opposite stiff Sha Road a stem, strong person indifference speech way."Suddenly On the other side, the whole body of Shifu Hua's spirit of books rose in vain. Behind him, the long dragon of ten thousand volumes of poems and books soared into the air. With a huge body shaking in vain, he ran to the opposite side, and the gang of people killed him madly.
"The Sutra collection Pavilion in the academy is deceiving people too much!" Feel the front contains a multi-attribute mysterious force of the gas of the book long dragon, stiff evil way outside the door, master Wan moti instantly step out of the air. The power of the law of the whole body is constantly exerted, and the power of dryness and exhaustion is suddenly covered in the flying dragon body shape of the winding book.
"Boom!" A terrible air of Xuanli exploded and spread from the void. The power of exhausted laws gradually shrouds and peels off the lingering poetry and book paper layer by layer.
"Hehe, what about deceiving you?" A very ironic disappear, from the book full of poetry belly China mouth cold spit out. At this time, the whole body of the poet seems to be more than a cold wind, and the elegant atmosphere between the eyebrows turns to be heroic in vain.
The momentum of the long dragon weakened rapidly, and the lingering paper flew away quickly, turned into pieces of flying paper again, and attacked the bodies of the strong people behind him.
"Tengtengteng!" A group of stiff and powerful people feel the threat coming, and urge the air of Xuanli in the body one after another. In the void, the boundless evil spirit surged into the sky, and went crazy to bombard the pieces of books and papers.
Poop, poop. Poop, poop
The paper flying all over the sky went straight through the package of evil spirit, as if it had not been affected at all, and it still flew out. Then he saw the road flying, and the paper quickly burst out of thin air, turning the stiff and evil road into a dry one, and Qi Qihong, the powerful, was among them.
Gollum. Gollum
A nervous gasp came out from all the powerful people under the void. There was a burst of joy in the hearts of the people of the major forces and the heads of the major dynasties. Fortunately, they didn't bully Wuhen and others just now. Otherwise, just two unknown disciples of the Sutra Pavilion of the Academy would not be able to bear the burden of their coming to the auction house< br>
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In the void, Xi Feng, the fourth disciple of the Sutra Pavilion of the Academy, withered. Shi Fuhua, the fifth disciple, both of them had a light smile on their faces. They looked at Wan moti, the outer gate of the Gangsha road.
"Why should the Sutra Pavilion of the Academy intervene in secular disputes?" Wan moti, the withered old man, looks very ugly. He stares at two young men in the void and asks coldly.
"Ha ha, the top clan forces can't interfere in the dispute of dynasty forces. Why do you come here Full of scholarly atmosphere, the poet's eyes were full of laughter, and he asked wanmoti in a low voice.
"This..." Wan moti's face was red and white, and his eyes were full of cold light. He was staring at the two people on the opposite side, and they were speechless for a moment.
On both sides, a group of dozens of strong men in the outer gate, all with cold eyes, stood beside Wan moti and said nothing.
"Hehe, aftershock is the first of the three generations of disciples of our college's Sutra Pavilion. We are so stiff that we call it orthodox, but we deceive each other with the help of the martial arts masters of the soul realm. Is it hard to be true? When there is no one in our college's Sutra pavilion The west wind with long robe and cold complexion gave a cold smile and turned his eyes. Wan moti asked with disdain.
"Hei hei, Wuchen has met the fourth elder martial brother. The fifth elder martial brother!"
"Fourth martial uncle. Fifth martial uncle!"
At the same time, aftershocks. No trace. Both of them stepped out of the air, heart is full of warmth standing in the west wind withered. Poetry belly China two people around.
"Hum, the Sutra collection Pavilion of the Academy, is it ready to fight with me?" Wan Mo Ti gave a cold hum, but did not answer the question of the west wind. Behind him, dozens of strong people scattered to both sides and surrounded them.
"Ha ha, war? Do you have that capital? " West Wind withered step out, his eyes cold incomparable, looking directly at Wan moti, a cold sense of turbulence, the presence of a group of strong unexpectedly all unconsciously hit a shiver.
"When the west wind blows, everything withers!"
For a moment, the rampant wind suddenly rose, and the fierce wind was like a sharp knife. In the void, the faces of all the powerful people were all sinking at the same time. The exuberant breath of life on every strong person of the rigid evil way was rapidly decaying under the attack of the fierce wind.
"Brush, brush!" Dozens of the power of the realm of the soul and the realm of the emperor ascended, and the power of the laws emerged at the same time. The fierce westerly wind is still raging like a sword, which encircles dozens of strong people.
"Ha ha, stiff evil way, seem to be not enough to see!" He is full of scholarly poetry, and his arms are open. Behind him, there are thousands of butterflies dancing poetry. Taoism, poetry and books are rolling and winding, just like a long dragon of poetry and books.
The butterfly dance of poetry and books lingers in the void, and the momentum of the long dragon is extremely bad. The dozens of strong people in front of them are all worried, and the long longan is full of fear.
"Hoo A dull breath came from the mouth of Wan moti, a dry old man. In the void, pieces of withered leaves suddenly rose out of the air and turned into the fleeting light and shadow of the Tao. They rushed into the body of the strong one of the stiff and evil Tao.
Poop, poop. Poop, poop
A weak dull sound, in the stiff evil road a group of strong side in vain. The fierce westerly wind, which lingers like a knife, is gradually withering under the agitation of these withered leaves.
Whoosh, whoosh. Whoosh, whoosh
In the blink of an eye, dozens of powerful people in the spirit transforming realm stepped out of the siege of the fierce west wind and returned to Wan moti.
"Cough, let's call it a day. What do you think?" A burst of light cough full of reluctance came from the mouth of Wan Mo ti.
At the bottom, the powerful members of the major sects, as well as the heads of the major dynasties, all took a breath of cool air. In the face of the strength shown by the two disciples of the Sutra Pavilion of the Academy, they did not hesitate to give in.
In the void, the most embarrassing thing at the moment is Ji Huang himself. Originally, due to the intervention of rigid evil way, Ji Huang has no suspense about capturing and killing Wu trace and others.
But now the two disciples of the Sutra Pavilion of the Academy show up strongly, and they are forced to show their weakness. The two disciples of the Sutra collection Pavilion in the Academy exuded the power of the Emperor Wu in the soul transforming realm. Even Ji Huang was afraid when he saw them. If you are trying to force Wu Chen and others at the moment, I'm afraid it will lead to a bad end.
"Ha ha, do you think that if we show such weakness, we will let you go?" The west wind withers a cold smile, the eye is full of disdain of swept an eye, opposite stiff Sha Road a stem, strong person indifference speech way."Suddenly On the other side, the whole body of Shifu Hua's spirit of books rose in vain. Behind him, the long dragon of ten thousand volumes of poems and books soared into the air. With a huge body shaking in vain, he ran to the opposite side, and the gang of people killed him madly.
"The Sutra collection Pavilion in the academy is deceiving people too much!" Feel the front contains a multi-attribute mysterious force of the gas of the book long dragon, stiff evil way outside the door, master Wan moti instantly step out of the air. The power of the law of the whole body is constantly exerted, and the power of dryness and exhaustion is suddenly covered in the flying dragon body shape of the winding book.
"Boom!" A terrible air of Xuanli exploded and spread from the void. The power of exhausted laws gradually shrouds and peels off the lingering poetry and book paper layer by layer.
"Hehe, what about deceiving you?" A very ironic disappear, from the book full of poetry belly China mouth cold spit out. At this time, the whole body of the poet seems to be more than a cold wind, and the elegant atmosphere between the eyebrows turns to be heroic in vain.
The momentum of the long dragon weakened rapidly, and the lingering paper flew away quickly, turned into pieces of flying paper again, and attacked the bodies of the strong people behind him.
"Tengtengteng!" A group of stiff and powerful people feel the threat coming, and urge the air of Xuanli in the body one after another. In the void, the boundless evil spirit surged into the sky, and went crazy to bombard the pieces of books and papers.
Poop, poop. Poop, poop
The paper flying all over the sky went straight through the package of evil spirit, as if it had not been affected at all, and it still flew out. Then he saw the road flying, and the paper quickly burst out of thin air, turning the stiff and evil road into a dry one, and Qi Qihong, the powerful, was among them.
Gollum. Gollum
A nervous gasp came out from all the powerful people under the void. There was a burst of joy in the hearts of the people of the major forces and the heads of the major dynasties. Fortunately, they didn't bully Wuhen and others just now. Otherwise, just two unknown disciples of the Sutra Pavilion of the Academy would not be able to bear the burden of their coming to the auction house< br>
In the void, Xi Feng, the fourth disciple of the Sutra Pavilion of the Academy, withered. Shi Fuhua, the fifth disciple, both of them had a light smile on their faces. They looked at Wan moti, the outer gate of the Gangsha road. "Why should the Sutra Pavilion of the Academy intervene in secular disputes?" Wan moti, the withered old man, looks very ugly. He stares at two young men in the void and asks coldly. "Ha ha, the top clan forces can't interfere in the dispute of dynasty forces. Why do you come here Full of scholarly atmosphere, the poet's eyes were full of laughter, and he asked wanmoti in a low voice. "This..." Wan moti's face was red and white, and his eyes were full of cold light. He was staring at the two people on the opposite side, and they were speechless for a moment. On both sides, a group of dozens of strong men in the outer gate, all with cold eyes, stood beside Wan moti and said nothing. "Hehe, aftershock is the first of the three generations of disciples of our college's Sutra Pavilion. We are so stiff that we call it orthodox, but we deceive each other with the help of the martial arts masters of the soul realm. Is it hard to be true? When there is no one in our college's Sutra pavilion The west wind with long robe and cold complexion gave a cold smile and turned his eyes. Wan moti asked with disdain. "Hei hei, Wuchen has met the fourth elder martial brother. The fifth elder martial brother!" "Fourth martial uncle. Fifth martial uncle!" At the same time, aftershocks. No trace. Both of them stepped out of the air, heart is full of warmth standing in the west wind withered. Poetry belly China two people around. "Hum, the Sutra collection Pavilion of the Academy, is it ready to fight with me?" Wan Mo Ti gave a cold hum, but did not answer the question of the west wind. Behind him, dozens of strong people scattered to both sides and surrounded them. "Ha ha, war? Do you have that capital? " West Wind withered step out, his eyes cold incomparable, looking directly at Wan moti, a cold sense of turbulence, the presence of a group of strong unexpectedly all unconsciously hit a shiver. "When the west wind blows, everything withers!" For a moment, the rampant wind suddenly rose, and the fierce wind was like a sharp knife. In the void, the faces of all the powerful people were all sinking at the same time. The exuberant breath of life on every strong person of the rigid evil way was rapidly decaying under the attack of the fierce wind. "Brush, brush!" Dozens of the power of the realm of the soul and the realm of the emperor ascended, and the power of the laws emerged at the same time. The fierce westerly wind is still raging like a sword, which encircles dozens of strong people. "Ha ha, stiff evil way, seem to be not enough to see!" He is full of scholarly poetry, and his arms are open. Behind him, there are thousands of butterflies dancing poetry. Taoism, poetry and books are rolling and winding, just like a long dragon of poetry and books. The butterfly dance of poetry and books lingers in the void, and the momentum of the long dragon is extremely bad. The dozens of strong people in front of them are all worried, and the long longan is full of fear. "Hoo A dull breath came from the mouth of Wan moti, a dry old man. In the void, pieces of withered leaves suddenly rose out of the air and turned into the fleeting light and shadow of the Tao. They rushed into the body of the strong one of the stiff and evil Tao. Poop, poop. Poop, poop A weak dull sound, in the stiff evil road a group of strong side in vain. The fierce westerly wind, which lingers like a knife, is gradually withering under the agitation of these withered leaves. Whoosh, whoosh. Whoosh, whoosh In the blink of an eye, dozens of powerful people in the spirit transforming realm stepped out of the siege of the fierce west wind and returned to Wan moti. "Cough, let's call it a day. What do you think?" A burst of light cough full of reluctance came from the mouth of Wan Mo ti. At the bottom, the powerful members of the major sects, as well as the heads of the major dynasties, all took a breath of cool air. In the face of the strength shown by the two disciples of the Sutra Pavilion of the Academy, they did not hesitate to give in. In the void, the most embarrassing thing at the moment is Ji Huang himself. Originally, due to the intervention of rigid evil way, Ji Huang has no suspense about capturing and killing Wu trace and others. But now the two disciples of the Sutra Pavilion of the Academy show up strongly, and they are forced to show their weakness. The two disciples of the Sutra collection Pavilion in the Academy exuded the power of the Emperor Wu in the soul transforming realm. Even Ji Huang was afraid when he saw them. If you are trying to force Wu Chen and others at the moment, I'm afraid it will lead to a bad end. "Ha ha, do you think that if we show such weakness, we will let you go?" The west wind withers a cold smile, the eye is full of disdain of swept an eye, opposite stiff Sha Road a stem, strong person indifference speech way."Suddenly On the other side, the whole body of Shifu Hua's spirit of books rose in vain. Behind him, the long dragon of ten thousand volumes of poems and books soared into the air. With a huge body shaking in vain, he ran to the opposite side, and the gang of people killed him madly. "The Sutra collection Pavilion in the academy is deceiving people too much!" Feel the front contains a multi-attribute mysterious force of the gas of the book long dragon, stiff evil way outside the door, master Wan moti instantly step out of the air. The power of the law of the whole body is constantly exerted, and the power of dryness and exhaustion is suddenly covered in the flying dragon body shape of the winding book. "Boom!" A terrible air of Xuanli exploded and spread from the void. The power of exhausted laws gradually shrouds and peels off the lingering poetry and book paper layer by layer. "Hehe, what about deceiving you?" A very ironic disappear, from the book full of poetry belly China mouth cold spit out. At this time, the whole body of the poet seems to be more than a cold wind, and the elegant atmosphere between the eyebrows turns to be heroic in vain. The momentum of the long dragon weakened rapidly, and the lingering paper flew away quickly, turned into pieces of flying paper again, and attacked the bodies of the strong people behind him. "Tengtengteng!" A group of stiff and powerful people feel the threat coming, and urge the air of Xuanli in the body one after another. In the void, the boundless evil spirit surged into the sky, and went crazy to bombard the pieces of books and papers. Poop, poop. Poop, poop The paper flying all over the sky went straight through the package of evil spirit, as if it had not been affected at all, and it still flew out. Then he saw the road flying, and the paper quickly burst out of thin air, turning the stiff and evil road into a dry one, and Qi Qihong, the powerful, was among them. Gollum. Gollum A nervous gasp came out from all the powerful people under the void. There was a burst of joy in the hearts of the people of the major forces and the heads of the major dynasties. Fortunately, they didn't bully Wuhen and others just now. Otherwise, just two unknown disciples of the Sutra Pavilion of the Academy would not be able to bear the burden of their coming to the auction house br
