"Go back to the main, come back, the small courtyard where the demon Ji is empty, there is no one, Longwu... has not been found." A secluded roman disciple reported.

"The doorkeeper, Longwu will not have a dispute with the enchantress, two..." A middle-aged man whispered a suggestion.

"How is it possible! The demon Ji just got into the late 9th stage, Longwu is close to the realm of Huang Ling, even if the two sides do it, Longwu can't lose!" A thin man next to him retorted.

"Longwu has just advanced, the realm is unstable, do you know if the enchantress has other cards?"

"Enough!" Long Qingyi suddenly yelled.

For the enchantress, Long Qingyi also felt that she was not able to rival Longwu, so she let Longwu go, but this is the case...

"Report the main!" A spy flies to the main hall and walks down to the middle of the knee. "Report the main owner, found the battle trails three hundred miles away from the northwest, and at least the nine-order spirits from the traces. This one."

"Get it up." Long Qingying's eyes are slightly wrinkled.

A few pieces of cloth were handed to the hands of Long Qing.

Long Qing pupils shrink, this fabric and eyes, is the clothes of the secluded door!

"Rocky Mountain Range..." Long Qinglan was immersed in meditation. There was nothing but a rock in the rocky mountain range. The secluded door did not touch the area.

Turning over the wrist, put away the pieces of cloth, and Long Qingyi looked at the spy: "Is it found?"

"No, there are no pits in the scene, no bodies."

"Okay, go on." Long Qingyi waved his hand.

The thin man looked at the spy and left, stepping forward and holding his fists: "The door owner, for the enchantress, let's not..."

"The enchantress does not need to take care of it, and then observe it for a while. The duel field will send two more people to check the bottom of the few people who often follow the enchantress." Long Qing's eyes flashed.

The heart flashed through the enchanting grace of the enchantress in the duel field. The dragon's mouth swelled in a slight arc, and the ninth stage later killed half a step of Huang Ling, interesting ~~

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Sunset sun, sprinkling the last touch of afterglow, there are some red-colored sunsets on the horizon, and a faint gold line is outlined, which looks good.

In the pleasant valley, the beautiful woman sat quietly, surrounded by a little fog, decorated with a little red in his hand.

Lao Lai, Sun Anpeng, and A Xiu’s eyes were staring at the night feathers.

The last point of the blood spar left, the speed of absorption from the haws on the eve of half an hour began to slow down, and the spiritual power in the valley began to gather in the night.

If you can advance, look at the last moment!

Hey!

As if something had broken, Lao Lai and Sun Anpeng’s look at the same time, come!

In the night feathers, only the nails of the size of the nail cover are broken, and the body momentum is first, followed by the rapid gathering of the body.

Sun Anpeng waved a cane, and a sturdy spiritual force came out, covering all the surrounding walls.

Boom!

The spiritual power of the night feathers rushed out, and the surrounding spiritual fog began to rotate.

After the spiritual power, a large purple flame and a blue flame spurt out, wrapping the body of the night feathers, and slowly gathering under the night feathers.

"Grandpa, night sister is all right?" A Xiu looked at the flames of the night feathers, worried in the mouth.

Sun Anpeng used the mental power to probe the night feathers. "Nothing, that is the fire in her body, the normal phenomenon when I was promoted."

On the side of Lao Lai nodded and agreed, the fire was rarely ruined by the Lord, seeing the night feathers nothing, Lao Lai slowly recovered his mental strength.

Sun Anpeng's mental strength is still lingering in the night feathers, and suddenly Sun Anpeng's face changed: "Lao Lai, there is something in her body to come out!"