[Title: Prince Huang Pu Zhang Jun Author:]

"Hey! That's not necessarily." The man snorted and his eyes were placed in the duel below.

The night feathers and the man looked at each other, the pupil flashed a strange, not the strange man, but the woman next to the strange man!

The man likes wine at first glance, this kind of person is difficult to become a big device, but the woman sitting next to her gives a feeling of extraordinary and unconventional, and is incompatible with the surrounding hot environment.

"Women who are so refined, how can they be with this kind of person..." Night Feather slowly recovered his gaze and felt a little different to the woman.

Jing Fei’s eyes saw the movement of the night feathers, and he glanced sideways. When he saw the costumes of those few people not far away, the pupils shrank.

"Do you know them?" The night feathers whispered.

"Well, the Emperor of the Emperor, the man in the middle is Huangpujun, the emperor of the Emperor." Jing Fei said truthfully: "The first-class forces in the capital are the three main gates, and there are more than a dozen of the second-rate forces. Zong is one of them. It is rumored that the Emperor of the Emperor of the Emperor was the master of the period of Huang Ling, and he was also famous in the capital."

The heart flashed through the evil thoughts in Huang Pujun’s eyes, and the night feathers were so heavy that it seemed... they were stared again.

The woman suddenly flashed through the woman next to Huangpu Jun, and Yu Yu turned to Jing Fei: "Who is the woman next to Huang Pujun?"

"I don't know." Jing Fei looked at the white woman and shook her head. "But look at the costumes. It is not like the Emperor of the Emperor. It should be the spirit of the Emperor."

"I will explore the identity of the woman in a moment." Night Yu said.

In the gladiatorial field.

The battle between the snow charm and the flame lion has entered a white heat, and the huge spiritual power is constantly colliding. The snow of the moon is the ninth-order peak of the late nine-stage repair, and it will not fall into the wind in a short time.

On the other side, the Unicorn Flame Lion tried several times and was easily escaped by the white fox. At this moment, the anger was abnormal, the snoring sounded again and again, and the left fluttered right, making most of the venue dusty.

Looking at the more chaotic fights, most people have to release their mental power to explore the situation inside.

The night feathers released their own mental power and observed that a brow gradually wrinkled.

The white fox seems to be deliberately angering the unicorn flame lion!

Generally, the spirit of the beast will increase by two to 30% than usual. Therefore, the battle of the beast is often a quick fix. If you are not irritated, you will not be irritated, but the snow of the moon and her beast are the opposite!

"There is a problem!" The night feathers are tight, and they are fully focused on the battle in the field.

The large amount of dust in the field completely drowned the figure of the unicorned flame lion, and sometimes the white shadow flashed. It was the white fox that was teasing the one-horned flame lion.

On the other side, the snow of the moon and the handsome man continue to use the spirit to practice the confrontation, but the handsome man is strong and strong after all, dozens of rounds tremble, the moon has gradually fallen.

The night feathers glanced at the reaction of the surrounding audience. Those people were not worried about the snow of the moon at a disadvantage. On the contrary, the eyes were full of expectation. It seems that there is no use for the snow in the moon.

Huang Pujun’s line of sight stayed in the snowy form of the moon, and the evil thoughts flashed again in his eyes. He glanced at the one-horned flame lion that was drowned by the dust. Huangpu’s mouth sighed: “It was forced to this, The fox should have made a move."

In the venue, the white demon foxes noticed the north passive situation of the snow of the moon, and snorted in the sky.

The moon's snow rims shrink, and the wrist swings out a white practising, directly attacking the fox. 166 novel reading network