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Mrs. Yunhua, a palace skirt, is alive. In the face of the female enemies like the blue eyebrows, she smiled softly and looked at the hearts of the women. Without any explanation, she was happy and greeted. The ghost sparrow, immediately as if arrogant, claimed to enter Yunhua, but for the sake of excuses, escaped from the blue eyebrows.

That Yunhua, left to the four women, is just a back of the wind.

In the distance, Ning Fan’s thoughts were swept away, and what happened here was already in the chest.

Whether it is a paper crane, a blue eyebrow, or an egret's mouth, it makes his heart warm. He did not care about the gambling war, because he knew that after the First World War, all those who bet on him would regret his chin.

What he cares about is just two people, Mrs. Yunhua, and the stall owner.

Ning Fan's gaze, a deep look at the back of Mrs. Yunhua, faintly strange colors. He and Yunhua are born in peace, and Mrs. Yunhua is the wife of the ancestors of the fire cloud, and he will never be with him, and he will come to the scene.

She is good to herself, and it must be the inspiration of the ancestors of the fire cloud... But the ancestors of the fire cloud, why is it a little sorrow to him, so kind of favor.

In order to make a great grandson? If it is said that for a baby, the price paid seems to be too big. 100,000 Xianyu, in other countries, even enough to buy two Huaying Dan.

"If Huoyunzong does this, it is natural, but why is it good for me..."

This matter made him care, and his eyes swept over the stall owner, letting Ning Fan’s heart glimpse. This person, he has seen it!

Qimei City, the First World War, one of the three masters of the Nguyen!

Ning Fan’s gaze, this person came to the ghosts, what is going to be done... Is it related to himself... Or, come to the ghosts, just to swindle money.

The gods secretly swept through the young people, and Ning Fan only felt that this person was cultivated, and he could not see the bottom. And the young man, the body seems to be flowing with a trace of temperament... the meaning of the virtual god!

The meaning of the vain god, gently touched the Ning Fan Shen, and immediately, Ning Fan was settled, the sea was almost collapsed, and his mind was moved. In my mind, the memory of the past scene suddenly began to reverse, forgotten!

"This person really is the grotesque grotesque that day, and the meaning of this person is illusory, I am afraid it is related to forgetting!"

In the body of Ning Fan, the silver light is in the dark, and he earns himself, breaks away from this god's will, and takes back the mind. After a slight sinking, the figure swayed and appeared before the girls.

Dignified and grotesque, come to Jindan to sit in the town of the sects to gamble ... this person, it is a different kind. On the same day, when the person left Qimei City, he spent a mana to repair the wounds of the Seven Plums, and also let Ning Fan have a good impression on this person.

However, although there is a good feeling, but this person borrowed his own big sign, gambling here to lie to the money of the blame... can not be regarded as not happening. I also gamble myself, is it good?

"I gamble triumphantly, 50,000 cents."

Ning Fan took a storage bag, Zhu Xianyu, appeared in front of the body... a sigh, young people want to cry without tears, plus Ning Fan’s own bet, he seems to be unable to get money... I earned more than 300,000 cents, I was afraid that I would lose all of them to Ning Fan and the girls.

As for the four women, when they heard the voice of Ning Fan, they all turned back unbelievably, but they looked different.

"Where brother! I miss you..."

"Ning Fan, you are out of the customs..."

"the host..."

"Humph!"

The last one is beautiful, naturally it is made by the egret. Seeing Ning Fan appear, my heart is slightly loose, but the face is heavy, and I turn and walk.

Its complex face change, falling in the eyes of Ning Fan, turned into a hint of inexplicable meaning. Immediately, his arms were covered with a familiar scent.

Paper crane... This little girl, who hasn't seen it for more than half a year, has begun to develop... and this stupid little girl has broken through the melting period. The physique of natural bones is really enchanting...

"Where brother, this skunk gambles you to lose, mad at me..." The paper crane pointed to the youth, complained, which made Ning Fan laugh and cry.

"I'm not angry... Anyway, he will send us money. This is not the place to talk... Sisi, let's sit down and sit down."

Ning Fan's tone is easy to make, on the surface, it seems that I don't know how to smash. Pull up the blue eyebrows, paper cranes, and turn away with the thoughts.

It’s just that two steps have not yet taken place. Then the young man’s eyes changed, revealing a trace of doubtfulness, and immediately shook his head in regret.

"It's very similar...but, the family jade is not inductive... There is no ‘Yuyu’ on this son, not the person that the big brother is looking for... The clues of Haining’s family are also broken...”

He waved and took out a piece of raindrop-shaped blue jade, revealing a deep regret, but immediately, he saw it and forgot everything.

"Hey, what happened to me... um? How come so many fairy jade? Haha, it’s the idiots that sent me money, I don’t know if it’s a gambling, or a flat... I see. .. ghost blue eyebrows, 100,000 Xianyu, Ning Fansheng! Ningcheng paper crane, Sisi, 100,000 Xianyu, Ning Fansheng! Ghost bird egret, 10,000 cents jade, Ning Fansheng! Hua, 100,000 Xianyu, Ning Fansheng... Also, there are... Ning Fan, Wu Wan Xian Yu, Ning Fan Sheng! Ah, how can this be! How many people gamble Ning Fansheng, oh yeah, I can't make any money... Loss, big loss..."

And his gaze, along the direction of Ning Fan and others, once again, muttered,

"Like, and Big Brother Yuntian, the back is very similar... Is it him... I just met him? Damn, this memory, forgot to detect the result, Yu Yu, is there any light... probably not Bright... It’s hard to be difficult. Eight hundred repairs to the real country are all looking for one person.

...

If you are embarrassed, Ning Fan does not know. He had to repair the power of the true kingdom of the temple of the rain, looking for one person. He had heard about it, but he did not know that it was related to himself.

Bringing a paper crane and other women to the seats, Ning Fan’s relaxed color is a condensate.

In the face of young people, the sense of oppression given to him is too great. Ordinary people can't feel the sense of oppression, and even the meaning of the false gods on the young people can't be explored... But Ning Fan, a sword, is not weaker than broken, and can't see it.

乞丐 Young people, broken and ruined, can be described as terrible. Unless you reach the sixth realm of comprehension - the period of refining the emptiness, otherwise you will not be qualified for the blame.

"Where my brother, why don't you teach that?" The paper crane raised his small head and was still uncomfortable.

"Stupid girl... Well, hey and Sisi stay here, wait for me." Some things, Ning Fan could not explain with the paper crane. The more you know, the less good.

He turned his eyes to the center of the purple jade empty platform, a battlefield that occupies a thousand feet. There, there is no one, waiting, it is his Ning Fan, and Bai Zun!

"Ning Fan, how many odds do you have? If you don't want to go to war, I can ask my father for a kiss..." Bluebrow bites his lip, which is hard to hear for those who are arrogant. She was afraid that Ning Fan would blame him after listening, but she was worried that Ning Fan would be bullied by Bai Zun.

"No need to worry about it... this battle will win!"

His eyes were condensed, and the ice was light and vertical, which was particularly eye-catching in the crowd and appeared in the center of the battlefield of Ziyu empty platform.

And immediately, the entire fighting field, Feiteng!

"Ning Fan has appeared! Next, just wait for Bai Zun to be present, this gambling battle can begin!"

"This is... the repair of the peak of the spirit! Oh! The last time the demon forest assessment ended, I saw this, obviously just the late stage of the spirit... half a year, half a year! This son has broken through a small realm!"

"Not only that... Compared with the last time, this mana is obviously solid and honest, and its practice is to cultivate to a very high level... half a year, this son has changed, extraordinary!"

"But unfortunately, his opponent is Bai Zun... Hey, not enough, young people, failure to fail, sharpening, always good..."

The words of the people, either stunned or suspicious, or swearing or swearing, fell into the ears of Ning Fan. However, these comments have not shaken the mood of Ning Fan.

"Take out the sharpness... If my heart is a little bit raging, how can I stab the finger of the Neptune after a hundred years... Perhaps, the Tibetan front is better... but if even Bai Feiteng can't beat it, then a hundred years later, I can't do anything at all..."

He closed his eyes, his hands were behind him, and he felt the different mentalities in the eyes of countless masters. Everything in the world is staged on this small purple jade empty platform.

On the third day, the sun rises and falls, and Ning Fan does not move. He always stands in the center of Yutai, silently thinking about the convergence of murderous murder. Its momentum is gradually becoming inaudible, but it is becoming more and more shocking.

As calm as a mountain, deep as water, but deep as a line, sharp as a sword, stunning as a rainbow.

On the 3rd, Bai Feiteng is still coming, but there are quite a few younger generations who have challenged Ning Fan.

Hong Qian, ranked seventh in the Green Devils!

Wu Ya, ranked fifteenth in the Green Devils!

The Green Devils ranked forty-seventh in the day!

Even in the end, there is one more person who is the second-ranked winner of the Green Devils list.

The Green Devils List is the list of outstanding Qingjun in the transfiguration of the Yue Kingdom. These people are young and vigorous, and challenged Ning Fan under the instigation of Bai Yu.

Bai Yu, inherited the heart of Bai Zun, can not understand the glory of the show. Under his instigation, several outstanding masters, Qing Jun, jointly challenged Ning Fan.

"Ning Fan, you can dare to fight with me! You nicknamed Yueguo 'the first person under Jin Dan', I wait, don't believe it!" Under the white shackles, the demon smile, the magic weapon, a pair of time The situation of the attack.

"roll!"

In the face of Bai Yu and others, Ning Fan did not even open his eyes, only stepping on the ground with his feet. Immediately, countless white bone swords shot from the ground, and there was a **** sword light, fluttering in the shadow.

A sword, including the annihilation, all young masters, with a sword and a sword out of the venue. And that white, it is even more embarrassing, a robes, was cut clean by Ning Fan.

The bones are like the sword of the mountain! This sword, Ning Fan can be motivated by one step, and this sword is not a golden dan!

Ning Fan has been merciful, otherwise, these few people must die under a sword.

A sword, defeated the national Qingjun! The so-called Green Devils list cannot measure the strength of Ning Fan.

He lost all the green devils, but there is no trace of it, only, of course! He still hasn't opened his eyes, but the murderous murder has already made the masters present, thrilling!

The only thing that can make Ning Fan play its strength is the old monster!

"White Feiteng, when are you going to hide!"

"Hide, the old man needs to hide!"

An ice light, descending from the sky, showed a white body shape, and glanced at the white face of the face.

This white, it is to throw away his old face.

If it is not a shame here, Bai Feiteng would like to spend a few more days, grinding and sturdy, and then debut. He is convinced that he will not lose to Han Yuanji. But it's better to be able to win more easily.

In the face of closing Ning Fan, he slowly took his footsteps, separated by hundreds of steps, indifferent,

"Ning elders, if you admit defeat at the moment and hand over the best magic weapon, you can avoid being ugly here."

Bai Feiteng took a tone of Ning Fan's tone. When he spoke, his eyes flashed purple, and the grotesque eyes on the white, the hearts of the gods were cold and chilled.

Good cold eyes... This is the power of the four cold chills... Four chills, only Yuan Ying geeks are eligible to swallow... Bai Feiteng can devour four colds in the middle of Jindan, it is In the late Jindan, you can fight!

"Hey... this white old man is still such a good thing, even with the juniors..." On the short seat of the virtual, the elders of the late Jin Dan, the elders of Songfeng, looked at Bai Feiteng with deep fear.

He once had a victory with Bai Feiteng, but now he is fighting, Bai Feiteng is able to beat himself by virtue of four products.

And those who know the name of Bai Zunwei are even more eager to wait and see the means of seeing whiteness.

"White old man, his mercy..."

‘Black esteem’ Yan defeated, Yan’s master chasing Yun, a black old swordsman, sang.

As the elder of the late Geng Zong Jindan, Yan Chayun did not want to see Bai Feiteng and Ning Fan not endless. Although, he is equally grateful to Ning Fan’s old master...

"Reassured, can't kill him! The old man, let him three strokes!" Bai Fei sighed, extremely arrogant. Today, he is the old hunter of Jindan, but he can also fight for it. If he is still afraid of the meditation of Ning Fan, then the age will live on the dog.

But his arrogant rhetoric has just fallen, and Ning Fan, who has closed his eyes for three days, opened his eyes for the first time.

A sharp and murderous murder, since its eyes flashed, it is like a glimpse of murder, tyrannical murder, let the presence of strange, all sucking air-conditioned, heart can not be self-sustaining. The nearest Bai Fei Teng from Ning Fan is one of his gaze, which is a step backwards and ten years of embarrassment!

Bai Feiteng was surprised to find that, on the third day, Ning Fan not only did not lose his spirit, but on the contrary, he reached the peak!

But seeing Ning Fan’s right palm suddenly waved, a seven-foot-long, one-foot-wide white bone sword, floating in the palm of Ning Fan, a bang, a hard, iron-like purple jade empty platform, the ground was won by Ning Fan Fragmentation half a foot.

"I have been waiting for you for three days... today, you can be defeated..."

His momentum reached its peak, and this momentum, even the illusory flow of the sky, seemed to show fear. This moment, not only Bai Feiteng was shocked, even the young man, slammed his thigh and stood up!

"This is... 'The Emperor's Wisdom'?! No... No.... It feels wrong..."

It is even more regrettable for young people to show a more regrettable look than to know that Ning Fan is not looking for someone. A sigh, deep and deep.

Rong Ling and Jin Dan battle, originally should not surprise him, but at this moment, he was shocked by Ning Fan several times. Ning Fan’s means, each seems to be a big one....

"When I knew this, I would gamble on Ning Fan and win a few tricks! The prince gambled, three strokes!" 乞丐 Youth, the eyes flashed, the first time it was serious.

But the young man, for the first time in his life, was unexpected. Because Ning Fan did not use any spells at all, it was actually a refining technique.

"The body of Zhang Liu!" Ning Fan's body, in the silver light, became muscular and tall.