Chapter 1392 Not afraid of **** opponents, but pig teammates

   Yantao’s promise is not unimportant.

  The lord of the Canglan galaxy.

  Empire Marshal.

  The conditions she promised were enough for an ordinary civilian to fly into the sky.

  This sentence, the crowd of contestants who listened to it was full of excitement, staring at the Bi Luo Fu, they began to think hard.

  Qin Zong traveled to Yan Tao's side.

Not far from   , Yuan Jing and Na Sang Zhiheng played hard to separate.

  Qin Zong glanced at the Bi Luo Fu on the ground, his eyes raised slightly, "You don't need to give me the champion, just remember your condition."

   Yan Tao glanced at him, disgusted with his face: "You are not a nutritionist."

  Join in the excitement.

   said, pulling him back.

  Qin Zong did not freeze.

  The light in the phoenix eyes faintly circulated, and the cold air surging, instantly frozen the blue Fu on the ground together with the spreading mist into ice.

  The fog in the ice sculpture is like an ink painting, extremely beautiful.

  Fang Menglong said in surprise: "That's right, if it freezes, you can completely restrain this Bi Luo Fu!"

  A group of nutritionists...! ! !

  Heartache!

  The champions and great prospects hanging in front of you just flew to the mouth of others!

   is still a layman!

  Monk!

   Yan Tao squinted his eyes.

   To speak, suddenly, Yan Si suddenly had scarlet eyes, and his whole body's mental energy was violent in his body.

   is like a bomb that will explode at any time.

  Not only him, but some fighters who are closer.

  The energy in the body began to riot uncontrollably.

  For a time, there were more than a dozen people energy riots.

  Fang Menglong didn’t even want to stand in front of Yan Tao, shouting angrily, “Protect the marshal!”

Marshal Yan fell silent.

   Reached out and pulled the fat old man’s hair.

   expressionless face: "Old man, you still get out of the way, I'm afraid you will crush me when you die."

  This old man is estimated to be three to four hundred catties.

  She doesn't want to hug a fat old man intimately.

  Fang Menglong...

  Sang Zhiheng smiled when he saw this.

"How about you freezing my Biluo Fu? Can you freeze the fighters of the energy riot? They are now unconscious and will explode at any time. Marshal Yan, aren't you a subordinate who loves your own? Now, how do you choose? ?"

   "Save them, or not?"

"a ha ha ha!"

  No matter how you choose, Yantao will suffer heavy losses.

  Sang Zhiheng succeeded in his treacherous scheme, and laughed triumphantly, his eyes coldly like a poisonous snake hiding in a cave in winter.

  At any time, choose someone to eat.

  But the next moment, his triumphant smile seemed to be frozen and froze on his face.

  Because the group of fighters whose energy riots were uncontrolled, they froze into ice lumps in an instant.

  With enough energy in their bodies to explode their bodies into pieces, one piece was frozen.

  Qin Zong's palm slowly swirled in a light blue chill.

  There was no expression on the handsome face of Meiying, she looked sideways and glanced at Sang Zhiheng.

  His thin lips opened slightly and said.

   "Thank you for your reminder, I just forgot."

  The man’s voice is warm and nice, but it is vaguely revealing the cold texture of the alpine snow lotus.

  Sang Zhiheng only felt suffocated in his heart, and his blood surged.

  The blood rushed to the top of the head, a mouthful of old blood choked in his throat.

  Sweet smell spread instantly.

  He firmly suppressed the blood to prevent it from splashing out.

  His complexion has turned into purple and blue, and the blue veins on his temples jumped wildly.

  The whole person is not good.

  Encircle the audience...

  Master Yan chuckled, lazily raised his eyebrows: "You are on our side, right? Duplicity, but not very good."

  Sang Zhiheng...! ! !

  (End of this chapter)