Chapter 1317: My sister must be a good person. (1/2)

The first three hundred and thirty-seventh chapter sister must be a good person.

Those familiar figures are Meng Qingling, Dongfang Holocaust, Li Mingxi, Niu Dazhuang, Big Dog, Duan Yingjun, Zhang Long Zhao Hu, eight people. When everyone’s eyes fell on these eight people, their faces were exposed. A stunned color, these seven guys, all of them reveal a touch of law and atmosphere.

What is shocking is not their cultivation, but they obviously know each other with Li Mozhen, which is bound to have a close relationship with Ning Beixuan.

When is the time, Xuan Zhen Wonderland has emerged so many monks and relatives?

Some of the royal family's elders, their faces gradually condensed, and suddenly there was a speculation in their hearts. Perhaps behind Ning Beixuan, not only him.

”This is bound to have an experience that I don't know...”

Wang Tong secretly thought of it.

”Oriental Lord, have you also broken through to the legal situation? This...”

Xiaoyue was a little surprised.

When they received the news and Li Mozhen’s departure from the Qing Dynasty, the Eastern Holocaust and others just broke through to the early days of Yongsheng, and it was only a short span of ten or twenty years. How many steps have you reached the beginning of the legal phase? Even faster than the two of them?

”This is a long story.”

The Eastern Holocaust smiled slightly.

The dream was light and faintly swept around, and her eyes fell on Ning Qi, who was thousands of miles away. After a moment of silence, she said: ”This is not just us.”

Xiaoyueer heard the words, his eyes moved slightly, his eyes lifted, and he saw the familiar faces on the observation deck of the other six giant cities. These people had many Buddhist monks and eternal life monks. They are all disciples of the Temple of War, and even the owners, elders, and others of the nine families of Dong Xuan’s land were all present.

”We have already thought about it. If the boss is not good, let us use the heap of life and give him some time.”

Duan handsome grinned.

He has not been seen for decades, his body is still very fat, but the whole person seems to be a lot more stable, and it is almost the same as the original.

Obviously, in these decades, Duan Handsome and others must have experienced something, otherwise it will not be so leaps and bounds.

”Do not worry, as long as the young masters condense the Fa, all of these guys will die.”

Xiaoyue smiled slightly, but the killing in her eyes was not condensed. Her cold eyes looked in the direction of Wang Hao, and she looked at her eyes. Xiaoyue’s provocative mouth rose and made a gesture of wiping the neck. Wang Hao and Si Kong saw it, and his heart was suddenly furious, but he was jealous of sweeping the sword and looking at it. There was no movement.

At the beginning of another round of offensive, all kinds of law, like the Buddha of the heavens, surrounded the Ningqi group, the power of the law of the colorful, non-stop bombardment on the prototype of Ningqi’s law, and made a deafening roar. Through thousands of miles away, you can feel the power of the terrible law.

The monks of the Temple of War saw this scene, and everyone could not help but clench their fists and remember the monks who had been attacked by Ningqi.

Time passes by.

Spring is coming to autumn and several years.

The siege of Ningqi has not only not weakened, but has become more and more fierce. Because many of the monks have been extremely fearful in their hearts, Ningqi’s in vitro fascination has begun to gradually become apparent.

After being besieged by them for so many years, Ning Qi’s law has not only collapsed, but has become more and more solid. This is why they are not afraid. If they are successfully condensed by Ning Qi, they can defeat the Scorpio by his eternal life. By means of means, I am afraid that the monks present will face extremely terrible revenge!

”Sister, are you a friend of the young master?”

One day, Zuo Linger finally couldn't help but curiosity, and asked him to stand in front of Jianxi.

When this sentence was exported, the nearby monks suddenly took a breath of cold, and the eyes showed the color of fear.

”He is a man.”

The Eastern Holocaust reminded me.