Flying across the sky, people flapped and floated, like ghosts floating in the air, a little cold in front of the long stick, until Chen Guangchao's face.

Of course, Chen Guangcha sees this as a desperate way to play, even at the expense of his own market for the sake of exchanging the consequences of defeat for both parties. Of course, he will not fulfill Lin Ji's wish, and Lin Ji will not suffer two defeats at the same time to defeat Chen Guangcha. He said he was still standing behind a friend who fought alongside him.

When Lin Ji flew through the sky, the eleventh class of Chayang behind him squatted very short, squatting forward, tightly guarding Lin Ji's bottom plate. This year's tacit understanding.

A tiny arc-shaped meteor exploded into cash in Chen Guang's cracked throat. It was a brilliant wooden stick that exploded when they hit each other. Zhu Linji pushed forward with his left hand, and the sound of sticks and sticks hitting his elbows was harsh.

"It's a lot of strength," Chen Guang's bright eyes turned black, and his eyebrows were locked together. His wrist sank suddenly, showing tremendous power on the expression stick in front of him.

Out of naivety, they went through the first battlefield battle and finally realized the cruelty of war.

Perhaps this is the dean's favorite.

Nyingchi and Chayang 11 are intertwined with each other. They are usually bruised and sweat like rain. Looking at the gradually thinning crowd in front of us, it is no longer easy for us to take half a step.

Who is it? On that day, the lament of dawn, it rises and falls in excitement and rises in rainbows.

Under the picturesque sky, thin photos of the sun sprinkled on the children's faces, showing indomitable strength and true perseverance.

"Do you still hold on?" Lin Jiduo leaned on Chayang No. 11, his body was weak and collapsed, and the fight with Chen Guangchao also consumed a little of his strength, and at this time, he only opened his eyes to the temporary enemy around him with a mood.

Where is Chayang No. 11 not worthy, in the process of coming from the side, I don't know how many times I was beaten with a stick, relying on a strong body, when I live, I will still die.

"Yes. Daniel Lang was accustomed to drinking tea at this time, and finally put away his usual appearance and showed a determined expression.

"Come on, let's wash it off. Chayang 11's eyes became extremely serious, and Lin Ji leaned on his shoulder and stood up.

"Ah......" The sour arm was too early to move. This long stick now looks like a kilogram. Only with the original cloth did the sticks barely fit into the hands.

Two men look up at the sky, angrily pursuing a voice. They have taken a heavy step in the direction of recovery. The warm sunlight seemed to get cold in an instant. The long stick waved a biting chill, and what kind of ice crown rope rolled everywhere, killing.

Disrupting the imperial soldier in front of him, giving him a moment of momentum, overwhelming, his whole body was cold, and he subconsciously retreated again and again, Chayang No. 11 and Lin Ji made further progress.

The soldiers of the Emperor looked at each other, but after all, they were still clenched with their hands, cheating, and could not retreat any longer, because they had no way out.

"Since you like to interfere with our brothers, I am not welcome. Chayang 11 picked up a long stick against the emperor, and Lin Ji tore a long cloth and tied Chayang 11 tightly to himself.

"Let's live together. Lin Ji took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, patted Chayang 11 behind him, and said mischievously, "I'm dizzy." You can untie the cloth straps.

Ye Yangshi smiled as if he had heard the best laugh in the world.

Ye Yang's 11 eyes were reconstructed with cold light, and the long stick jumped up again, until he swept the lower board in front of several people, the speed was too fast, and the soldiers' silk horns reacted too late, and they fell down one after another.

Two people go further.

The fallen soldier didn't know where to pick up the long-time liar. When Chayang 11 was suddenly caught off guard, he hit his abdomen hard to make Chayang 11 react. Too late.

"Phew..."As soon as he waited, Cha Yangshi must have been blinded by this dullness, and he was already miserable, and he actually floated up a few blood-red returns, and a stream of blood surged into his heart, making him go down fiercely. He shook back a few times. Only one foot lost its strength.

How can we take a few steps, but these steps seem to be going through all the hardships of the world.

Lin Ji felt that Chayang 11 behind him seemed to have reached the limit of his body, he took a deep breath and wrapped the cloth belt around his waist.

There is no exquisite writhing, no fantasy martial arts. Lin Ji raised the two long liars, stretched out his arms, and walked towards the end step by step.

All those who could not cross the sand stood up and looked at the end of the pipe, only one step away, and their hearts were lifted like children walking in the mountains and rivers.

"Ah......" With such a big face, the blood vessels in the neck are too exposed.

When the stick touched the cold armor, a ferocious fragile object erupted. The strong soldier of the Royal Forest was pushed down by a generally wounded student in front of him.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The blood surging in Linkey's chamber could no longer be suppressed, and the corners of his mouth smoothed. He wet his tattered clothes like ink, but he didn't stop.

"Cough and cough..."! Lin Jiru's sickly old man coughed deeply, but the huge strength of his arm was despaired by Yulin's in front of him. Obviously, there were bruises all over his body, so he couldn't stop it, squeezing Mr. Sheng out of a gap in the crowd.

Then a person fell directly into the gap. The edge of the sand he had just washed.

Linkey hated the taste of blood in his mouth, but now he kept coughing, and from time to time a vague stream of blood came out.

It is a great center of power and power. Even the ordinary eaves of the palace were once rubbed with gold powder plates. The emperor is supposed to be embattled.

Sitting behind a tree, the Imperial Book House reveals a huge glazed tile roof. The morning sun is slowly falling. It was a golden island.

The magnificent palace is surrounded by crystal clear pool water, which is apparently managed by an artificial heart. The continuous heavy rain did not affect the greenery and tranquility of the pool. The palace is known for its poetic sensuality.

The two dragons on the eaves, with their golden scales and eyes open, will fly away.

On this day, the high walls of the Imperial City of Philadelphia are as usual. The maids walked slowly and neatly, and there was no mess to see along the way. Only a small eunuch rushed into the royal study with a wooden tray and a roll of paper. It was locked to the door of the study.

"Any emperor is fooled, if you don't mess with the commemorative mark, the emperor, you can choose not to commit this crime. The voice of the old eunuch was that of a little old eunuch who served the great housekeeper of the great Han Ci Gonggong and eunuch Zhou, and said a word that righteousness and wisdom needed, but only said that he was in charge of this little eunuch, not only that. Can't move away, even if they have to eat and move around, Widdy can't, that's not a fact.

"Little damn it, little damn it. "Obviously, the little eunuch who has just entered the palace is not very familiar with the palace. He scolded the governor severely, knelt on the ground and turned around in fear.

Qiu Gong gave it to the little eunuch, and when the eunuch knelt down, she clearly saw that the business card of the academy was printed on a paper roll on a wooden board.

Of course, Qiu Gong knew that today was the day of the Tiangong exam, so his face came back immediately.

"Ah, you're up. Duke Qiu stretched out his hand and waved behind the eunuch's face.

If the eunuch is pardoned, he retreats from the unreal platoon and disappears in an instant.

(End of chapter)