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"The sixth move."
"Huaxia boy, fall for me!"
"The seventh move."
“……”
The whole large training ground was extremely quiet. Only the roar of Tan Zong and Qin Yi's faint voice of counting moves rang out continuously.
All the people present, including his majesty Liang, opened their mouths in amazement, looked dazed, and their chin was broken.
Seven moves. Tan Zong, the first expert of the girder, has already made seven moves. However, he still doesn't stick to Qin Yi's skirt. Every knife he tries to cut is only the shadow of the Chinese youth.
They never dreamed that the first master of their girder and the young man from China would fight like this. They can't accept such a fact.
The first expert of the crossbeam is the God in their mind. How can they fight so embarrassed? It's only right to kill this Chinese teenager with absolute strength.
"Huaxia boy, die!"
Tan Zong roared wildly, holding the "Canghai", approaching Qin Yi with all his strength.
However, Qin Yi gave full play to Kuafu's step. His body flashed and disappeared in situ.
The next moment.
He appeared behind Tan Zong and said faintly, "the ninth move."
Tan Zong turned angrily. His eyes were red. His heart had already been crushed into pieces. Without any delay, he spared no effort to chop out the tenth knife.
"The tenth move."
Qin Yi's faint voice came from behind.
Tan zongru's tall body suddenly trembled when he was struck by lightning.
Quickly turned around, Tan Zong's red eyes stared round and opened his eyes. There were two red blood stains flowing from the corners of his eyes. His long hair was messy, like a wild beast with crazy hair.
Ten moves!
The Chinese youth in front of him actually gave himself ten moves. Now, ten moves have passed, and I haven't even got his skirt.
As the first expert of the girder, he felt disgraced by the war. In front of the world, he not only didn't show his domineering spirit, but also made him so embarrassed, which was a nightmare for him.
The whole field was so quiet that it was almost audible.
All the people present, including his majesty Daliang, were stunned and couldn't return to God for a long time. Their first expert of Daliang cut ten knives without hurting the Chinese youth.
The poetic rhyme in the crowd was also stunned. The full and ruddy sexy mouth opened in amazement and couldn't close for a long time. From the second move, she had seen that Qin Yi was as strong as you imagined. Tan Zong wanted to kill him. It was difficult, but she didn't expect that Qin Yi was so strong.
"My grass, is it true? How can this Chinese teenager really avoid opening Tan Zong's ten knives?"
Someone said carefully, breaking the silence on the court.
Suddenly, the whole training ground suddenly burst into a pot, and there was a sound of exclamation one after another.
"Ha ha..."
The rhyme of the poem came back from its amazement, and a string of happy laughter like UnionPay came out of her mouth. Her eyes looking at Qin Yi from a distance had a faint color of worship.
"Poetry rhyme, it seems that you are very happy."
A cold hum came from him. It was gong Jinde.
Gong Jinde, but his master in the field of alchemy, touched his cold eyes. Shiyun quickly closed his mouth and dared not laugh again, but there was still a strong happy look in his eyes.
"What exactly is the origin of this Chinese youth? You can avoid Tan Zong's ten moves in a row! "
Your majesty Liang, at this time, his face has become somewhat gloomy and turned to poetry.
Shiyun's face was positive and respectfully replied: "Your Majesty, I only met this Chinese youth in Kyoto, Baidan country. At that time, he ruined my teacher's reputation in order to save Xia mansion. I held a grudge against him. Later, when I learned that he would come to our girder, I wanted to ambush him on the way. Who would think, I was attacked by the flood beasts. Just when I was about to die in the mouth of the flood beasts, he appeared and saved me. "
Poetry rhyme has never said Qin Yi's identity as Tingwei of the Kyushu holy see.
It turns out that this Chinese teenager is the life-saving benefactor of Shiyun. No wonder she will always favor him.
His majesty Da Liang, Gong Jinde and other civil and military ministers knew it clearly in their hearts.
"Tan Zong, sorry, ten moves have passed."
Qin Yi took out the smoke cloud long gun again and pointed to tan Zong from a distance. His black hair was windless and automatic. In his chest, he gradually burned the sense of war. A faint voice slowly spit out from his mouth: "now, it's my turn."
"Chinese youth, do you think you can defeat me with ten moves? Joke, I didn't kill you with ten moves, which only shows that you have amazing speed, but if you want to defeat me, just having speed is not enough! "
Tan zongleng drank. Suddenly, green tendons thicker than chopsticks bulged on his body. His skin became red. Up and down his body, there was a trembling inner strength of the patriarchal Road, squeezing and distorting the space around him.
"Bang!"
With his broad soles, he stamped on the ground and stamped a huge crack directly on the ground. Holding an aggressive sabre, he rushed towards Qin Yi. In an instant, the whole military training ground was hit by the strong internal strength of Qin Yi.
Ten moves failed to kill Qin Yi. Tan Zong was completely crazy and vowed to kill the young man from China.
Looking at the tan Zong who came from the crazy killing, Qin Yi's powerful Xuanqi surged wildly, carrying a smoke and cloud long gun, quickly met Tan Zong.
"Ping Ping!"
In an instant, the two fought wildly together.
Between the constant collision between the long gun and the sabre, a wave of majestic energy opened and impacted in all directions.
All the people watching the war around felt that the energy wave, like a huge wave, hit themselves hard. They hurried back for fear that it would affect the fish in the pond.
At the same time, they all saw their blood boiling, their eyes were wide open, and they didn't blink. For a moment, they even forgot to breathe.
Once upon a time, they saw such a wonderful battle.
However, at the same time, their hearts were shocked. This Chinese teenager began to let Tan Zong do ten moves with incredible speed. Now, there was no sign of losing the battle with Tan Zong.
This Chinese youth is young, but he is so good at fighting. What's his origin?
All the people present had such doubts in their hearts. For a moment, they only felt that this Chinese teenager was extremely mysterious and terrible.
"Roar!"“ Roar
In the fierce battlefield, Tan Zong, who was completely angry, roared like a beast in his mouth, with black hair, messy and terrible face, just like a savage rushing out of the ancient forest, crazy to the extreme.
Every time he waved his knife, he did his best to kill the cultivators in the five realms of the patriarchal road.
Compared with Tan Zong's madness, Qin Yi always behaved calmly. Although Tan Zong is the first master of the girder, his strength, if placed in the Kyushu Vatican, is also the existence of Yu Yu's level. Qin Yizhan doesn't have to do his best at all.
If he attacks with all his strength, Tan Zong can't even get out of five moves in his hand.
The smoke gun in his hand is completely integrated into the natural Avenue. With each blow, the space is distorted, like a stream of water, forming a spectacle.
"Chinese youth, get down!"
During the fierce battle, Tan Zong roared wildly. His tall body suddenly burst and swept in front of Qin Yi. The broad Sabre fiercely cleaved at Qin Yi.
"Get out!"
Looking at the knife that came from the split, Qin YILENG drank and stabbed it with a smoke and cloud long gun in his hand. He was impartial and centered on the blade of the knife.
"Ding!"
The gun and knife collided and made a harsh noise, which almost pierced people's eardrums.
Tan Zong only felt that the power transmitted from the blue long gun was tens of millions of people. His whole arm was suddenly numb, and under the soles of his feet, he suddenly rowed more than ten feet away.
"Tan Zong, with your current strength, it's still difficult to abolish me or even kill me!"
Qin Yi slowly raised his gun and pointed to tan Zong from a distance. The whole person always behaved lightly: "although you can't do anything about me with your current strength, please, you can hurt her so much. Therefore, this war between us will not be a peaceful ending."
The poetic rhyme in the crowd heard Qin Yi's words very clearly. The graceful and moving body suddenly trembled. In an instant, tears came into her eyes and her mouth murmured: "Qin Yi..."
For the first time, she found that the young man named Qin Yi was so handsome and loved.
Gong Jinde, who was beside her, saw her look like a fool. In her mouth, she gently smoked without trace: "poetic rhyme!"
The face of his majesty Liang, who is wearing a luxurious imperial robe, and other Chinese military ministers of the dynasty, is also not good-looking. Tan Zong, the first expert of Liang, has been on the side of the Chinese youth in this battle with the Chinese youth. As a son of Liang, his poetic charm, even as one of the six iron guards of the royal family of Liang, has always been on the side of the Chinese youth.
At the moment, I was moved to tears by the words of the Chinese youth.
Chinese youth used to be the life-saving benefactor of poetry rhyme, so some acts of poetry rhyme are understandable, but at this time, she showed a flower like appearance to Chinese youth without concealment. Under the current situation, no big liang people can bear it.
In the middle of the training ground.
Tan Zong, who was in the fierce battle, turned his face and looked at Shiyun from a distance. He took a panoramic view of Shiyun's silly expression. In his chest, he immediately burned a towering jealousy fire and roared: "Chinese youth, go to hell!"
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"The sixth move."
"Huaxia boy, fall for me!"
"The seventh move."
“……”
The whole large training ground was extremely quiet. Only the roar of Tan Zong and Qin Yi's faint voice of counting moves rang out continuously.
All the people present, including his majesty Liang, opened their mouths in amazement, looked dazed, and their chin was broken.
Seven moves. Tan Zong, the first expert of the girder, has already made seven moves. However, he still doesn't stick to Qin Yi's skirt. Every knife he tries to cut is only the shadow of the Chinese youth.
They never dreamed that the first master of their girder and the young man from China would fight like this. They can't accept such a fact.
The first expert of the crossbeam is the God in their mind. How can they fight so embarrassed? It's only right to kill this Chinese teenager with absolute strength.
"Huaxia boy, die!"
Tan Zong roared wildly, holding the "Canghai", approaching Qin Yi with all his strength.
However, Qin Yi gave full play to Kuafu's step. His body flashed and disappeared in situ.
The next moment.
He appeared behind Tan Zong and said faintly, "the ninth move."
Tan Zong turned angrily. His eyes were red. His heart had already been crushed into pieces. Without any delay, he spared no effort to chop out the tenth knife.
"The tenth move."
Qin Yi's faint voice came from behind.
Tan zongru's tall body suddenly trembled when he was struck by lightning.
Quickly turned around, Tan Zong's red eyes stared round and opened his eyes. There were two red blood stains flowing from the corners of his eyes. His long hair was messy, like a wild beast with crazy hair.
Ten moves!
The Chinese youth in front of him actually gave himself ten moves. Now, ten moves have passed, and I haven't even got his skirt.
As the first expert of the girder, he felt disgraced by the war. In front of the world, he not only didn't show his domineering spirit, but also made him so embarrassed, which was a nightmare for him.
The whole field was so quiet that it was almost audible.
All the people present, including his majesty Daliang, were stunned and couldn't return to God for a long time. Their first expert of Daliang cut ten knives without hurting the Chinese youth.
The poetic rhyme in the crowd was also stunned. The full and ruddy sexy mouth opened in amazement and couldn't close for a long time. From the second move, she had seen that Qin Yi was as strong as you imagined. Tan Zong wanted to kill him. It was difficult, but she didn't expect that Qin Yi was so strong.
"My grass, is it true? How can this Chinese teenager really avoid opening Tan Zong's ten knives?"
Someone said carefully, breaking the silence on the court.
Suddenly, the whole training ground suddenly burst into a pot, and there was a sound of exclamation one after another.
"Ha ha..."
The rhyme of the poem came back from its amazement, and a string of happy laughter like UnionPay came out of her mouth. Her eyes looking at Qin Yi from a distance had a faint color of worship.
"Poetry rhyme, it seems that you are very happy."
A cold hum came from him. It was gong Jinde.
Gong Jinde, but his master in the field of alchemy, touched his cold eyes. Shiyun quickly closed his mouth and dared not laugh again, but there was still a strong happy look in his eyes.
"What exactly is the origin of this Chinese youth? You can avoid Tan Zong's ten moves in a row! "
Your majesty Liang, at this time, his face has become somewhat gloomy and turned to poetry.
Shiyun's face was positive and respectfully replied: "Your Majesty, I only met this Chinese youth in Kyoto, Baidan country. At that time, he ruined my teacher's reputation in order to save Xia mansion. I held a grudge against him. Later, when I learned that he would come to our girder, I wanted to ambush him on the way. Who would think, I was attacked by the flood beasts. Just when I was about to die in the mouth of the flood beasts, he appeared and saved me. "
Poetry rhyme has never said Qin Yi's identity as Tingwei of the Kyushu holy see.
It turns out that this Chinese teenager is the life-saving benefactor of Shiyun. No wonder she will always favor him.
His majesty Da Liang, Gong Jinde and other civil and military ministers knew it clearly in their hearts.
"Tan Zong, sorry, ten moves have passed."
Qin Yi took out the smoke cloud long gun again and pointed to tan Zong from a distance. His black hair was windless and automatic. In his chest, he gradually burned the sense of war. A faint voice slowly spit out from his mouth: "now, it's my turn."
"Chinese youth, do you think you can defeat me with ten moves? Joke, I didn't kill you with ten moves, which only shows that you have amazing speed, but if you want to defeat me, just having speed is not enough! "
Tan zongleng drank. Suddenly, green tendons thicker than chopsticks bulged on his body. His skin became red. Up and down his body, there was a trembling inner strength of the patriarchal Road, squeezing and distorting the space around him.
"Bang!"
With his broad soles, he stamped on the ground and stamped a huge crack directly on the ground. Holding an aggressive sabre, he rushed towards Qin Yi. In an instant, the whole military training ground was hit by the strong internal strength of Qin Yi.
Ten moves failed to kill Qin Yi. Tan Zong was completely crazy and vowed to kill the young man from China.
Looking at the tan Zong who came from the crazy killing, Qin Yi's powerful Xuanqi surged wildly, carrying a smoke and cloud long gun, quickly met Tan Zong.
"Ping Ping!"
In an instant, the two fought wildly together.
Between the constant collision between the long gun and the sabre, a wave of majestic energy opened and impacted in all directions.
All the people watching the war around felt that the energy wave, like a huge wave, hit themselves hard. They hurried back for fear that it would affect the fish in the pond.
At the same time, they all saw their blood boiling, their eyes were wide open, and they didn't blink. For a moment, they even forgot to breathe.
Once upon a time, they saw such a wonderful battle.
However, at the same time, their hearts were shocked. This Chinese teenager began to let Tan Zong do ten moves with incredible speed. Now, there was no sign of losing the battle with Tan Zong.
This Chinese youth is young, but he is so good at fighting. What's his origin?
All the people present had such doubts in their hearts. For a moment, they only felt that this Chinese teenager was extremely mysterious and terrible.
"Roar!"“ Roar
In the fierce battlefield, Tan Zong, who was completely angry, roared like a beast in his mouth, with black hair, messy and terrible face, just like a savage rushing out of the ancient forest, crazy to the extreme.
Every time he waved his knife, he did his best to kill the cultivators in the five realms of the patriarchal road.
Compared with Tan Zong's madness, Qin Yi always behaved calmly. Although Tan Zong is the first master of the girder, his strength, if placed in the Kyushu Vatican, is also the existence of Yu Yu's level. Qin Yizhan doesn't have to do his best at all.
If he attacks with all his strength, Tan Zong can't even get out of five moves in his hand.
The smoke gun in his hand is completely integrated into the natural Avenue. With each blow, the space is distorted, like a stream of water, forming a spectacle.
"Chinese youth, get down!"
During the fierce battle, Tan Zong roared wildly. His tall body suddenly burst and swept in front of Qin Yi. The broad Sabre fiercely cleaved at Qin Yi.
"Get out!"
Looking at the knife that came from the split, Qin YILENG drank and stabbed it with a smoke and cloud long gun in his hand. He was impartial and centered on the blade of the knife.
"Ding!"
The gun and knife collided and made a harsh noise, which almost pierced people's eardrums.
Tan Zong only felt that the power transmitted from the blue long gun was tens of millions of people. His whole arm was suddenly numb, and under the soles of his feet, he suddenly rowed more than ten feet away.
"Tan Zong, with your current strength, it's still difficult to abolish me or even kill me!"
Qin Yi slowly raised his gun and pointed to tan Zong from a distance. The whole person always behaved lightly: "although you can't do anything about me with your current strength, please, you can hurt her so much. Therefore, this war between us will not be a peaceful ending."
The poetic rhyme in the crowd heard Qin Yi's words very clearly. The graceful and moving body suddenly trembled. In an instant, tears came into her eyes and her mouth murmured: "Qin Yi..."
For the first time, she found that the young man named Qin Yi was so handsome and loved.
Gong Jinde, who was beside her, saw her look like a fool. In her mouth, she gently smoked without trace: "poetic rhyme!"
The face of his majesty Liang, who is wearing a luxurious imperial robe, and other Chinese military ministers of the dynasty, is also not good-looking. Tan Zong, the first expert of Liang, has been on the side of the Chinese youth in this battle with the Chinese youth. As a son of Liang, his poetic charm, even as one of the six iron guards of the royal family of Liang, has always been on the side of the Chinese youth.
At the moment, I was moved to tears by the words of the Chinese youth.
Chinese youth used to be the life-saving benefactor of poetry rhyme, so some acts of poetry rhyme are understandable, but at this time, she showed a flower like appearance to Chinese youth without concealment. Under the current situation, no big liang people can bear it.
In the middle of the training ground.
Tan Zong, who was in the fierce battle, turned his face and looked at Shiyun from a distance. He took a panoramic view of Shiyun's silly expression. In his chest, he immediately burned a towering jealousy fire and roared: "Chinese youth, go to hell!"
"The sixth move.""Huaxia boy, fall for me!""The seventh move."The whole large training ground was extremely quiet. Only the roar of Tan Zong and Qin Yi's faint voice of counting moves rang out continuously.All the people present, including his majesty Liang, opened their mouths in amazement, looked dazed, and their chin was broken.Seven moves. Tan Zong, the first expert of the girder, has already made seven moves. However, he still doesn't stick to Qin Yi's skirt. Every knife he tries to cut is only the shadow of the Chinese youth.They never dreamed that the first master of their girder and the young man from China would fight like this. They can't accept such a fact.The first expert of the crossbeam is the God in their mind. How can they fight so embarrassed? It's only right to kill this Chinese teenager with absolute strength."Huaxia boy, die!"Tan Zong roared wildly, holding the "Canghai", approaching Qin Yi with all his strength.However, Qin Yi gave full play to Kuafu's step. His body flashed and disappeared in situ.The next moment.He appeared behind Tan Zong and said faintly, "the ninth move."Tan Zong turned angrily. His eyes were red. His heart had already been crushed into pieces. Without any delay, he spared no effort to chop out the tenth knife."The tenth move."Qin Yi's faint voice came from behind.Tan zongru's tall body suddenly trembled when he was struck by lightning.Quickly turned around, Tan Zong's red eyes stared round and opened his eyes. There were two red blood stains flowing from the corners of his eyes. His long hair was messy, like a wild beast with crazy hair.Ten moves!The Chinese youth in front of him actually gave himself ten moves. Now, ten moves have passed, and I haven't even got his skirt.As the first expert of the girder, he felt disgraced by the war. In front of the world, he not only didn't show his domineering spirit, but also made him so embarrassed, which was a nightmare for him.The whole field was so quiet that it was almost audible.All the people present, including his majesty Daliang, were stunned and couldn't return to God for a long time. Their first expert of Daliang cut ten knives without hurting the Chinese youth.The poetic rhyme in the crowd was also stunned. The full and ruddy sexy mouth opened in amazement and couldn't close for a long time. From the second move, she had seen that Qin Yi was as strong as you imagined. Tan Zong wanted to kill him. It was difficult, but she didn't expect that Qin Yi was so strong."My grass, is it true? How can this Chinese teenager really avoid opening Tan Zong's ten knives?"Someone said carefully, breaking the silence on the court.Suddenly, the whole training ground suddenly burst into a pot, and there was a sound of exclamation one after another."Ha ha..."The rhyme of the poem came back from its amazement, and a string of happy laughter like UnionPay came out of her mouth. Her eyes looking at Qin Yi from a distance had a faint color of worship."Poetry rhyme, it seems that you are very happy."A cold hum came from him. It was gong Jinde.Gong Jinde, but his master in the field of alchemy, touched his cold eyes. Shiyun quickly closed his mouth and dared not laugh again, but there was still a strong happy look in his eyes."What exactly is the origin of this Chinese youth? You can avoid Tan Zong's ten moves in a row! "Your majesty Liang, at this time, his face has become somewhat gloomy and turned to poetry.Shiyun's face was positive and respectfully replied: "Your Majesty, I only met this Chinese youth in Kyoto, Baidan country. At that time, he ruined my teacher's reputation in order to save Xia mansion. I held a grudge against him. Later, when I learned that he would come to our girder, I wanted to ambush him on the way. Who would think, I was attacked by the flood beasts. Just when I was about to die in the mouth of the flood beasts, he appeared and saved me. "Poetry rhyme has never said Qin Yi's identity as Tingwei of the Kyushu holy see.It turns out that this Chinese teenager is the life-saving benefactor of Shiyun. No wonder she will always favor him.His majesty Da Liang, Gong Jinde and other civil and military ministers knew it clearly in their hearts."Tan Zong, sorry, ten moves have passed."Qin Yi took out the smoke cloud long gun again and pointed to tan Zong from a distance. His black hair was windless and automatic. In his chest, he gradually burned the sense of war. A faint voice slowly spit out from his mouth: "now, it's my turn.""Chinese youth, do you think you can defeat me with ten moves? Joke, I didn't kill you with ten moves, which only shows that you have amazing speed, but if you want to defeat me, just having speed is not enough! "Tan zongleng drank. Suddenly, green tendons thicker than chopsticks bulged on his body. His skin became red. Up and down his body, there was a trembling inner strength of the patriarchal Road, squeezing and distorting the space around him."Bang!"With his broad soles, he stamped on the ground and stamped a huge crack directly on the ground. Holding an aggressive sabre, he rushed towards Qin Yi. In an instant, the whole military training ground was hit by the strong internal strength of Qin Yi.Ten moves failed to kill Qin Yi. Tan Zong was completely crazy and vowed to kill the young man from China.Looking at the tan Zong who came from the crazy killing, Qin Yi's powerful Xuanqi surged wildly, carrying a smoke and cloud long gun, quickly met Tan Zong."Ping Ping!"In an instant, the two fought wildly together.Between the constant collision between the long gun and the sabre, a wave of majestic energy opened and impacted in all directions.All the people watching the war around felt that the energy wave, like a huge wave, hit themselves hard. They hurried back for fear that it would affect the fish in the pond.At the same time, they all saw their blood boiling, their eyes were wide open, and they didn't blink. For a moment, they even forgot to breathe.Once upon a time, they saw such a wonderful battle.However, at the same time, their hearts were shocked. This Chinese teenager began to let Tan Zong do ten moves with incredible speed. Now, there was no sign of losing the battle with Tan Zong.This Chinese youth is young, but he is so good at fighting. What's his origin?All the people present had such doubts in their hearts. For a moment, they only felt that this Chinese teenager was extremely mysterious and terrible."Roar!" RoarIn the fierce battlefield, Tan Zong, who was completely angry, roared like a beast in his mouth, with black hair, messy and terrible face, just like a savage rushing out of the ancient forest, crazy to the extreme.Every time he waved his knife, he did his best to kill the cultivators in the five realms of the patriarchal road.Compared with Tan Zong's madness, Qin Yi always behaved calmly. Although Tan Zong is the first master of the girder, his strength, if placed in the Kyushu Vatican, is also the existence of Yu Yu's level. Qin Yizhan doesn't have to do his best at all.If he attacks with all his strength, Tan Zong can't even get out of five moves in his hand.The smoke gun in his hand is completely integrated into the natural Avenue. With each blow, the space is distorted, like a stream of water, forming a spectacle."Chinese youth, get down!"During the fierce battle, Tan Zong roared wildly. His tall body suddenly burst and swept in front of Qin Yi. The broad Sabre fiercely cleaved at Qin Yi."Get out!"Looking at the knife that came from the split, Qin YILENG drank and stabbed it with a smoke and cloud long gun in his hand. He was impartial and centered on the blade of the knife."Ding!"The gun and knife collided and made a harsh noise, which almost pierced people's eardrums.Tan Zong only felt that the power transmitted from the blue long gun was tens of millions of people. His whole arm was suddenly numb, and under the soles of his feet, he suddenly rowed more than ten feet away."Tan Zong, with your current strength, it's still difficult to abolish me or even kill me!"Qin Yi slowly raised his gun and pointed to tan Zong from a distance. The whole person always behaved lightly: "although you can't do anything about me with your current strength, please, you can hurt her so much. Therefore, this war between us will not be a peaceful ending."The poetic rhyme in the crowd heard Qin Yi's words very clearly. The graceful and moving body suddenly trembled. In an instant, tears came into her eyes and her mouth murmured: "Qin Yi..."For the first time, she found that the young man named Qin Yi was so handsome and loved.Gong Jinde, who was beside her, saw her look like a fool. In her mouth, she gently smoked without trace: "poetic rhyme!"The face of his majesty Liang, who is wearing a luxurious imperial robe, and other Chinese military ministers of the dynasty, is also not good-looking. Tan Zong, the first expert of Liang, has been on the side of the Chinese youth in this battle with the Chinese youth. As a son of Liang, his poetic charm, even as one of the six iron guards of the royal family of Liang, has always been on the side of the Chinese youth.At the moment, I was moved to tears by the words of the Chinese youth.Chinese youth used to be the life-saving benefactor of poetry rhyme, so some acts of poetry rhyme are understandable, but at this time, she showed a flower like appearance to Chinese youth without concealment. Under the current situation, no big liang people can bear it.In the middle of the training ground.Tan Zong, who was in the fierce battle, turned his face and looked at Shiyun from a distance. He took a panoramic view of Shiyun's silly expression. In his chest, he immediately burned a towering jealousy fire and roared: "Chinese youth, go to hell!"
