Han Xian could detect the madness on Lan Ying's face, but could he find the surprise mixed with the sneer on Wu Jitang's face?

The absolute belief in Wu Jitang in his heart, the former god is still a god, and there is no possibility of defeat, and he thinks that the level of the blue eagle does not have the ability to make the god fall. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But even if Han Xian didn't want to find out, it wouldn't work, even if it was an absolute belief in his heart.

But as time goes by, the same can be unpredictable.

I don't know when, Han Xian already had some doubts on his face, because Wu Jitang's cold face under the moon was too weird, although he despised the wild laughter of the blue eagle and needed to sneer.

But that sneer is too long, isn't it more necessary to have a fist and a spear at this time, and what is even more strange is that the eyes found that Wu Jitang's face was like a mountain, rock, and earth, and there was no change for a long time.

The eyes looked carefully, and the doubts in my heart became more and more intense.

Is it a haunt?

Why is it difficult to even detect the subtle breathing, it may be that Han Xian's realm is not enough, how can he get close to the world of gods, but the thoughts of the heart cannot be changed.

Wu Jitang's sneer was not put away, and he Lan Ying should be tired of laughing.

The crazy eyes seemed to tell everyone about their own success, and the eyes that looked at Shen Yue were like the cold of the king standing on the highest place with a little loneliness.

Could it be that Blue Eagle regards himself as the king of Yiyang City?

Isn't that what you think with such a look, Lan Ying sighed quite heroically and said, "Brother Lin, this Yiyang City Lord is not easy to be." ”

The audience on the sidelines were like stupid, and they didn't answer half a word to such a question.

But the thoughts hidden under that cold face must prove that this person can still breathe, and he must not be a fool, Old Man Lin's eyes inadvertently swept across Lan Ying's face, and the worry on his face was already somewhat revealed.

How could the man who thought he was on the throne not care about the only subject he was now.

His eyes did not retract, as if talking to the sunken moon: "You don't seem to be happy." ”

Maybe the moon is really unhappy, it must be tired of that smug face, and the speed of sinking seems to have increased a few points, and can the old man Lin be happy, who is this person in front of him, he can know it clearly in his heart.

If you have a choice, although the days of being suppressed by Qin Muhai are uncomfortable, they must be much better than the Blue Eagle, because Qin Muhai will not force people to a dead end.

As for his Blue Eagle, Old Man Lin's contemplative gaze seemed to find that his Lin clan was also like the Qin Mu clan in front of him, and the flames were rising in blood.

Han Xian's face was still a simple surprise, because Wu Jitang in his eyes still didn't move for half a minute, and he still couldn't find his breathing.

Maybe the heart should admire Wu Jitang's concentration, otherwise there would be no change in expression in front of such a rampant Blue Eagle, but do you really think that Wu Jitang is such a person?

hesitated in his heart, but Han Xian, who stood upright, didn't dare to confirm that he was dead, more because he didn't want to.

Obviously, a person who has just ascended to the great treasure wants more people to know his majesty, and the laughter must have made many people look sideways: "Hahaha, Brother Lin, are you surprised by my methods?"

Of course, the old man surnamed Lin was also very curious, after all, Wu Jitang, who was alive and well in front of him, was standing in front of him like a sculpture, and even his breathing became extremely subtle, if he didn't explore carefully, he would definitely think that he died out of thin air.

Compared with the old man Na Lin, Han Xian wanted to know more about what was going on, his face flashed with anger, and he looked at Lan Ying with worry, waiting for him to answer.

There's nothing like standing on the corpse of an enemy to show your glory, and the voice of a great man is about to resound through the night sky once more.

It was inevitable that Han Xian would wait for a long time, but after all, Lan Ying finally began to brag about his glory after finishing his posture.

And at this moment, the smug blue eagle stretched his hand into his arms, and his movements were so slow, whether it was because he attracted everyone's attention.

What the Blue Eagle took out must have been the place of the moon, and although the moon was beautiful, it couldn't attract so many eyes.

Among them, there are puzzles, and there are also thoroughness.

And there is no difference between the two, although Han Xian didn't know what it was, but he was sure that the talisman seal flowing with countless lights in the hands of the blue eagle must have magical power.

And the worries in the hearts of those who understand Yiyang City can also be imagined, maybe they will think that they are not afraid of the real means in the hands of the Blue Eagle, but in the face of that talisman seal, who still has the courage to fight?

Compared with Wu Jitang, who stood tall in the sky, this group of Yiyang nobles was pathetic, and they had not yet fully awakened from the joy of carving up the Qinmu clan, but they were hammered into a deeper and more terrifying abyss by the sullen stick of the blue eagle, and it was because they understood that they knew that the abyss would be multifaceted and terrifying.

The night should be silent, but tonight's heaven and earth are too silent.

But after Lan Ying took out the thing in his arms, all the vitality of the entire Yiyang City seemed to evaporate in an instant, and even the sound of breathing disappeared, and only those blood who wanted to rush out of the body dared to be fearless.

Because of the rampant wind, the blue eagle was even more majestic, and Wu Jitang and Old Man Lin, who were not far from him, were as small as two humble reptiles.

The reptile's spine is straight, it's still a reptile.

The rampant laughter dragged the vague Han Xian back to reality deeply, and raised his head numbly again, of course, the talisman seal in Lan Ying's hand in his eyes.

"You must be wondering what this is, and I think some well-informed people must have heard of it. The smugness on his face could no longer describe the rampant nature of the blue eagle at the moment.

After sinking, it was time for the Blue Eagle to say its name: "Fixing Rune, can you think of his magic?"

What a stupid person this is, standing in front of Wu Jitang as a living example, do you still need to think about it, but Han Xian didn't think of ridicule yet, because the worry in his heart finally flooded.

And the old man Lin, the solemnity of his face can be seen in the jealousy of the things in the hands of the blue eagle, just his old bones with the courage to face that thing with powerlessness, his eyes are buried deeply, as if he really surrendered to the feet of the blue eagle.

The surrounding air did not throb because of the arrogance of the blue eagle, and the blue eagle seemed to perceive every breath from the air, such a result is too satisfied, what he wants is to make everyone afraid of himself, then his family's ascending wind will have hope, if a family does not ascend the existence of the wind, even if it is deep-rooted, it will only be uprooted by the fate of being uprooted.

And with today's power, I believe everything will be much simpler in the future.

His eyes fell on Wu Jitang's body again, Lan Ying should know in his heart that he had been delayed for too long, after all, time is a variable, did he dare to let Fu Seal stay on Wu Jitang all the time?

The safest way, of course, is to abolish him.

And he is very keen on the means in Wu Jitang's hands, so it is impossible to let him die, and it will be a good way to disperse the origin, but I am worried that after dispersing the origin, a lot of things will disperse.

So the safest way now is, of course, to lock his lute bone.

sneered in my heart, the pipa bone is locked and you can only prostrate in the palm of my hand if you have the ability to reach the sky, you must be very confident in your own torture methods, otherwise those eyes would not be so excited.

It was as if Wu Jitang had spit out all the secrets, more like seeing the future of his Lan Clan's proud continent, this was an old man after all, and the short-term pride could not wash away the sorrow that had taken root in his heart.

How could such a majestic man have such a chicken claw-like hand, and the blue eagle must have felt ashamed, so he trembled a little in front of everyone's eyes.

Han Xian watched, watching those trembling hands approaching Wu Jitang little by little, and Wu Jitang seemed to be watching as well, and there seemed to be a little disdain in his eyes.

But does contempt work?

Contempt cannot destroy the hands that want to insult their dignity.

Wu Jitang could only watch motionlessly, could it be that Han Xian could only be so powerless, the only difference was that Han Xian's body trembled like the arm of the blue eagle.

He Blue Eagle was excited about the impending success, while Han Xian's was just incapable of being timid and humble.

Because he couldn't hear Wu Jitang's breathing, his breathing was so desperate, did Han Xian also think that he was going to die, so he breathed like this.

The inhaled air is cold, and the exhaled breath is even colder.

Is it really just that simple to look at those eyes?

Didn't that spine that stood up to the sky vent his indomitability?

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