It is also difficult for Shenlong to make this determination.

This kind of thing like Dragon Ball is not borrowed under normal circumstances. After all, it is a very private thing.

If the tyrants of the Song Dynasty can really prove that he is a child of seven yuan, then you can get its dragon and pearl help - this is absolutely the honor of the tyrants!

This is the first time it has decided to borrow its own Dragon Ball.

If you don't look at the face of Bai Sheng, one hundred hegemony Songs here will also have the chance to get its Dragon Ball!

However, after listening to Bai Long’s sister’s translation, Song Shuhang did not reveal a similar expression of “happy”.

He is a serious saying: "Still... don't. Afghan and Bailong sister are familiar with me, so it is no problem to combine their strength to give birth to Yuan Ying. But it is better to combine Dragon Dragon's Dragon Ball. It’s weird. After all, we have to combine with each other to give birth to Yuan Ying.”

On the dragon's horn of the top of the god's faucet, there is an electric arc creaking, bursting out a beautiful electric flower.

It really wants to cut the mind of the tyrannical song, to see what the structure of this guy's brain circuit is, which makes Long good anger.

The translator, Bai Long, sighed with a long sigh after the translation.

She once again stretched out her small claws, and a brain collapsed the head of the sword that Song Shuhang had just glued back.

"Don't be skinned again, do a good job. Show your seven golden dragons, don't sharpen them, or be careful that I will fly your brain." The soft voice of Bai Long's sister then sounded.

Su Shi A-six ran in the past and took Song Shuhang’s head back.

"White Dragon sister, you have already flew my head." Song Shuhang sighed: "The threat can actually be put in front of the hands, really."

A sixteen smile, picking up his toes and sticking his head back again.

The dragon in the air, the mood is happy - whenever the head of the tyrant Song is blown by people, it is smooth from the corner to the tail.

The white predecessors on the side tapped their chins with their pens, revealing a thoughtful look.

Song Shuhang, Shenlong, Bailong's sister, and Afghan formed a 'special circulation chain'.

Song Shuhang was responsible for the skin, Shenlong was responsible for the annoyance, Bailong sister was responsible for the punishment, and A16 was responsible for sticking the book back, and Shenlong was responsible for the pleasure.

Thus, the dragon will be in the infinite loop of ‘ annoyed—pleasant—and irritated—and rejoicing.

Unknowingly, the degree of goodwill of it and everyone has risen.

"Perhaps this is the meaning of the mad knife and three waves of friends in the 'Jiuzhou No. 1 group'?" Bai predecessors thought.

Having said that, Sanlang has recently come to the 'beast repair world', right?

I don't know what he is doing now?

On the side, the gentle voice of Bai Long’s sister rang again: “The last warning, don’t get any more skin, then peel me to cut you!”

"Hey..." Song Shuhang grabbed his head.

I can't afford it, I can't afford it.

So, he looked up at the dragon.

Shenlong also looked back at him.

"So the predecessors, I will prove myself by agreement." Song Shudao.

Well, although it is not too familiar with the Shenlong predecessors, this friendship can be slowly compensated afterwards. After the end of the matter, first add a friend to contact you, and the power of Dragon Ball will be borrowed first.

In addition, it is actually very easy to prove that you have seven golden dragons.

Song Shuhang thought for a move.

Subsequently, a 'serrated cutter wheel' appeared on his side.

"Six-pin Zhenjun's life wheel?" Shenlong out of the channel, it looks out that Songshang's life wheel is composed of eight-handed serrated knife.

But this thing does not prove that Song Shuhang has ‘eight golden dragons’.

"Yes, life round." Song Shuhang replied: "One Jindan one life round."

During the talk, seven life-wheels continued to emerge from Song Shuhang.

The 'sword wheel' composed of broad swords, the 'page wheel' composed of metal pages, the spherical 'ball wheel' composed of spiral swords, the 'gear' superimposed by sharp gears, and the 'circle' composed of eight small circles, and The last octagonal life wheel with a unique style of painting - every corner of this octagonal life wheel seems to link cause and effect.

The dragon on the side, stunned.

The life wheel of seven different attributes is constantly rotating around Song Shuhang.

As long as Song Shuhang’s thoughts move, the seven life wheels can strike the enemy in a storm.

"How did you put seven golden dans in your dantian?" Shenlong felt that his worldview had been shocked: "You are not afraid of blasting and dying?"

"Not afraid, it is not blasted." Song Shuhang waved his hand, and there was a light and faint taste between the gestures.

Shenlong: "..."

"And, I am not putting all the Golden Dan in my life Dantian. My seven small Jindans are located in seven small Dantians." Song Shuhang replied.

Shenlong suddenly found the key point: "What about your life in Dantian?"

"Well, there is a fat Jindan who can't move fast, but it's special, and it hasn't come out yet." Song Shuhang replied.

Shenlong brows his wrinkles, his inner doubts are extremely extreme, and he can't help but ask: "How did you do it?"

Although it knows, you should not ask this question.

This kind of cultivation can be said to be extremely private, and maybe it is a monk's card.

Asking about the privacy of this cultivation is just as rude as the ordinary person directly asking others what big pants are worn today.

But it is really too curious.

Curiosity will not only kill the cat, but also kill the dragon.

"If I said, I practiced and practiced, they came out, do you believe it?" Song Shuhang replied with special sincerity.

"Ghosts!" Shenlong Zhangkou is a dragon and pearl face to Song Shuhang.

A dragon ball with a illusory beauty, paste on the face of Song Shuhang, directly spread his head.

Song Shuhang: "..."

Look, this is life.

When you are skin, you have to lose your head.

When you are not skin, you have to lose your head.

When you are honest, you still have to lose your head.

Everywhere in life, you have to lose your head!

This is the case with Shicheng people, who suffer everywhere.

But this time.

Song Shuhang’s head...

After all, there is no landing.

On the edge of the Ashi, the sixteen, seems to have been prepared.

The moment in the face of Dragon Ball.

She stepped in one step and came to the back of Song Shuhang. She quickly picked up and jumped gently. Her hands pushed the volleyball like a volleyball and pushed Song Shuhang’s head back.

Xiaoliu is getting more and more cute.

"Beautiful." White Dragon sister praised A.16.

"Full score." The white predecessor nodded.

The dragon in the sky is another wave of pleasure.

Although the head did not fall, but the head of the tyrant Song Dao was beaten as a ball, it was also very happy.

Song Shuhang reached out and straightened his head, saying: "So, sometimes the truth is often no one believes."

"Well, this is true." The white predecessors testified for Song Shuhang: "In the case of Qi Jindan, the book is indeed dead and dead, and the seven golden Dans are out."

"Isn't it practiced?" Shen Long asked.

"One meaning." The white predecessor came to Song Shuhang and gestured to him.

Song Shuhang’s doubts stretched out his right hand.

The next moment, the white predecessor opened his mouth and a dragon ball was spit out by him.

Song Shuhang: "!!!"

Tu Longzhu this skill, white predecessors too?