Chapter 1339 Prominent Protrusion (1)

Jiuluo’s face turned from green to white, and then turned from white to green.

The words of Xuanwu Guojun are like the same slap, and the sly squatting on his face makes his old face flush, and some are flustered.

If there is a hole in front of him at the moment, he will not hesitate to get into it.

At this time, what else does he still understand?

He thought he would help his mysterious brother, even if it was old-fashioned with the wind, ridiculous?

"Xuan Xiong, I am so convinced that I believe you, I did not expect you to know her," Jiuluo had a half-sound to slow down, and the corner of his mouth was ironic. "This time, I have been planted. I didn't expect that I would never be defeated in the first battle, and I will eventually lose in the hands of a little girl, hahaha!"

He laughed twice, and the laughter was mad.

"Little girl, there are many people who really help you, God is very kind to you, but the person can not be too arrogant, too arrogant, after all, there will be no good end!" He with one hand on his back, sneering and looking down at the wind There is still a arrogance in the old eyes.

This is impossible.

The wind is like a smile: "Too much arrogance does not really end well, like you..."

Jiuluo’s eyes sank, and the momentum slammed into the air, and the surrounding trees were all caught in the air.

Compared with Zong Fu, who is timid and afraid, Jiuluo is more bloody.

Of course, this bloodyness is only superficial. After all, no matter how threatening he threatens, he never dares to move the wind.

The wind is like a tilted chest, and looking at Jiuluo with a smile, the provocative light in her eyes completely angered Jiuluo.

It may also be the struggle before dying, his fist with a fierce wind, and instantly rushing toward the wind.

Wu Yu Xun's leap into the wind is like a front, blocking the fist of Jiuluo with his palm.

Powerful strength emerged from the two people, like a storm, it makes people chill.

......

Xuanwu Guojun looked at the battlefield and cautiously looked at the wind.

When the wind turned his eyes, he was in a state of turmoil, and suddenly he became angry: "Jiuluo dog thief, just now you want to frame me, I am going to kill you this dog thing today!"

Hey!

He was like a lightning bolt, and when he blinked, he came to the back of Jiuluo, and his abrupt fist hit him on his back.

Jiuluo squirted a blood, and the body flew toward the front, and the wolverine fell to the ground.

At the meeting, it was silent.

Everyone dared not speak again, but their eyes on the wind were no longer the same as the original.

Especially the people who insulted her as a vase at the time, it was a cold chill.

vase?

Oh, do you think that with a vase, can you tell two people who are not weaker than Jiuluo?

The two high-ranking sages of the sacred martial arts, one serving her as the main, respectful, one is afraid of her panic, her eyes are dodging.

If such a girl counts vases... Is there any other girl in the world who is not a vase?

Wu Yu saw that Jiuluo fell to the ground, but he did not win the pursuit. He turned his eyes to Qin Yuer, who was hiding behind the crowd. His face was slightly cold and his face was expressionless.

"Qin Yuer!"

His voice is cold and boneless.

Even though Wu Yu was enslaved by the giant pot, it did not make him a beggar. On the contrary, Wu Yu still had his own thoughts, but his heartfelt heart was only the wind...

No, it should belong to the giant pot!

Ps: I am still writing

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