Li Chen said so, there is no blame between the demeanor, but there is a proud.

Sitting behind him, Li Lantian’s elders lifted his chin slightly, and his mouth was a little sarcasm.

"Great elders, some words are too clear to be too good." Aside from Nanyang Peng, the words are also slightly raised eyelids.

He has a fire attribute method, and the coldness of the ice is really revealed in the eyes.

"The white family's one-handed control of fire is superb, and this mainland is well known. Come here to swallow the fire. I don't have any opinions, but some people can't come to win the fire!"

Nan Yangpeng’s voice suddenly and severely rose, and his eyes fell on the cloud hand and mother.

From the beginning of this, he felt the unique fluctuations of the practice of the Northern Emperor Shenzong. Now, seeing the words of the elders, it is a direct attack.

"What do we want to do when we are in the North, and when we need the Nanyang Temple to intervene!" The coldness of the cloud-handed mother-in-law broke out suddenly, and the temperature in the instant account suddenly dropped.

The atmosphere is arrogant.

Although not repaired to the other side, but the gas field is not weak.

"Yun Shuluo, what do you mean, I want to compete with us here?" The elder of Nanyang Temple sneered.

The release of its own pressure, it is a strong spirit.

In the face of the strength of the Nanyang Temple, many faces of the North Ming Shenzong have changed slightly.

Although the momentum is not afraid of the other side, but the gap between the repairs is placed here, with a few of them it is impossible to compete with the top-ranking strongmen of the Nanyang Temple.

"Nanyang Temple, a big tone!"

Just as the atmosphere in the big account became more and more tense, the outside sky once again blew a voice.

Slightly low, such as boring thunder in the ears of everyone, then everyone felt a chill came from all directions.

The people of Beiming Shenzong felt the familiar sound and undulation, and the moment was a joy, the lord came!

At the crucial moment, the lord of the Northern Emperor Shenzong led the strongmen back.

Li Chen and the Nanyang Temple, those people who heard this voice changed slightly. They used to see the North Emperor Shenzong only when they were only a cloud-handed mother-in-law.

At this time, I heard the voice of the Northern Emperor, and my heart was tense.

When the voice fell, several white figures appeared at the gate, and there were more than a dozen strong breaths that stayed outside the tent and did not come in.

The Northern Emperor came to the account and sat down directly beside the cloud hand-daughter. His eyes glanced at Li Chen and others.

In terms of status, a few people are on an equal footing, and no one has to compliment anyone.

"Oh, everyone drinks tea and drinks tea." The elders once again laughed. He has already seen that with the arrival of the Northern Emperor, the atmosphere in the tent has reached a delicate balance.

What you need to do is to delay the time as much as possible and help the night to advance for the promotion.

The Nanyang Temple and the North Emperor Shenzong were glaring at both sides, and both sides ignored the grand elders.

At this time, a hoarse voice sounded in the corner of the big account.

"The migration of the great elders and the family, even at the expense of destroying the ancient house of Baijia, can't be just a fire of the earth."

The voice was sent from a corner, no fierce momentum, no demonstration-like spiritual fluctuations, but it was clearly introduced into everyone's ears.

The elders heard this voice, and suddenly they snorted, this voice... How do you feel familiar?