"It seems that the winner of this game is us!" Zhao Haifeng's gaze turned to the elders of the Divine Sect with an inexplicable smile on his face.

"Do you agree with this result?" Zhao Haifeng opened his mouth again.

This Divine Sect elder pouted several times, but in the end he still didn't deny it.

"You won, tell me your terms!"

The elders, many of the disciples of the Divine Sect, were immediately enraged and seemed to want to deny this result, but they were directly suppressed by the elders of the Divine Sect.

"What do you want to do, Ben, please be quiet!"

This voice only echoed in the ears of the disciples and elders of the Holy Great, and the disciples of the Tianjian Gate did not hear it at all.

Yu Zhenhai's fallen body was grabbed by an elder of the Divine Sect. The old man's face was ugly because he felt the state of Jinhae.

"Brother, him!"

The old man didn't finish speaking, his face turned sad and angry, but he was helpless and couldn't treat Jinhae.

The sordid and stale spirit of the Sanctuary permeated Jinhae's body, and its appearance changed in an instant.

What a cruel way for this child! The Holy Elder's anger was completely suppressed, for he knew that now was not the time to vent.

He Yanqiu took a few red potions and turned his head. At present, the elders and disciples of the Divine University all regard He Yanqiu as a god, believing that he is a person who has traveled in the heavens twice and can defeat opponents who have traveled in the heavens eight times. This is appalling, but what happened to He Yanqiu, these people have to admire him.

Zhao Haifeng and Xu Haihuang also looked at what kind of complaints Mr. Qiu would have, because at this time, what kind of complaints are the best conditions, and they have already discussed what conditions.

"According to the agreement, all of you must swear by the gods of all gods to ensure our safe departure. As for this woman, who is your godly sister, when you swear an oath, we will return her to you immediately.

He complained that the sounds of autumn echoed in the space. The faces of the saints were as ugly as eating.

The Templar elders weren't surprised by his request, but they didn't have any resentment either. He complained that his demands were not excessive, and that the victors deserved it.

"Ben Elder will say yes. When the Anglican elders had finished speaking, they immediately preached to the elders of all the Anglican disciples and asked them to take an oath.

Some disciples and elders still resisted a little, and some wanted to mix up, but they were glared at fiercely by the elders.

Regarding the lives of all the disciples and elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect, as well as the lives of those who were in charge, he complained that Qiu and the others could not be careless. The Divine Sect only fishes in troubled waters when describing people, which is absolutely unnecessary.

Yuan Yin looked at what happened coldly, and still had a feeling of disbelief in his heart.

The Divine Sect really lost, an old man who traveled all over the world actually lost to He Yanqiu! She felt that her heart was pierced by a sword, but she felt inexplicably relaxed, because she was about to be released and leave the devil's side.

A thought of revenge instantly popped up from Yuan Yin's heart. This idea was suppressed for a long time.

After spending three months with his father and brother, he complained that Qiu Ziming had returned to Tianjianmen. Why did he complain that Qiu invited his father to live in Tianjianmen at first, but his father refused.

To his great surprise, his brother had more than one child in a few years. Among them, the boy's name is He Nianqiu, and the girl's name is He Nianxin.

Both children are still too young, but their roots are good, and although they are not as bad as he complains about Mr. Cho and his brother, they are not them.

"Son, do you mean that in three years, your eldest brother's children will come to the Heavenly Sword Gate to worship their teacher?" Xiyun looked at him complaining about Mr. Qiu and asked.

He Xiuqiu nodded and said: "My two nephews and nieces are very talented, if they only stay in the Mo Zhan Dynasty, although my eldest brother's strength is very good, but they can't be compared with the Heavenly Arrow Gate, it will be more comfortable to be with me." If I had time, I would teach both children personally.

Just a few simple words, but enough to see why he complained about the love of these two nieces and nieces.

Because he complained that Qiu Juan had not returned to Tianjianmen for a long time, Xuan Xuzong and Ji Wanchang's families had not been quiet until he complained about Qiu Juan's return, and those people finally settled down.

"Fairy blood!" When the five-colored parrot first saw him complaining about autumn, it immediately cried out for immortality.

And these three spirit beasts that have been taken care of by parrots, after this period of practice, their strength has been greatly improved, especially the little star, and even has the power to step into the sky.

"How did you move?" he complained that Mr. Cho did not answer the parrot's request, but curiously asked about the parrot's increased strength.

The five-colored parrot was very dissatisfied, but in the face of the strong deterrent power of autumn resentment, he could only bow his proud head.

In fact, what is the special way of this parrot? That's exactly what the mysterious old man once said. He constantly feeds the stars with various treasures.

When he heard the five-colored parrot's answer, his eyebrows furrowed. Although he didn't know where the treasure came from, it couldn't have come from a serious source if he thought about it a little.

The little star initially only broke five times the strength, one step heaven level in March, even if the little star is a strong enough talent, but also needs a lot of heaven and earth treasures, not to mention their own complaints, even Tianjianmen may not be able to give up a lot of things.

"I'll be honest with you, did you take the three of them to do something bad?" he complained, Qiu's face turning a little embarrassed.

Who knew that this time the parrot was not frightened by what he complained about, on the contrary, he said confidently: "How can Ben Daxian do such a thing" Everything is obtained by Ben Daxian with his own ability, so don't steal, don't rob!"

The attitude of the five-colored parrot is strange. Why did he complain that Qiu Xiaoming turned the parrot around several times, and looked up and down several times, but he still couldn't see the loopholes.

"Little Star, haven't you really done anything bad?" he complained that Mr. Qiu looked at the side that was already taller than he liked.

I don't seem to understand what He Yanqiu means. Little Star tilted her head, then licked her face with her tongue. He complained about Qiu and smiled wryly.

"Come on, little monkey. He Yanqiu's eyes turned to the little monkey.

When the little monkey heard why he complained about the problems of the fall, he scratched his ears and cheeks for a long time before stammering: "He, he didn't lie." The little monkey pointed to the parrot with his finger.

Hearing such an answer, he felt a little relieved, because the little monkey would not lie.

As for the little fox, it seems to be a little lonely because of some special problems, but that's just the reason to complain in front of the fall. Why did you complain that Mr. Qiu didn't notice, and when he asked these questions, the little fox showed a strange expression seriously.

Compared to smaller stars and monkeys, this little fox will only be significantly taller. She also knew that some cats were tired, but she couldn't take the initiative to say it.

He complained that in less than an hour, Qiu was back and many people came to see him.

Those intimate women, such as Fan Xian'er, needless to say, in addition to them, the Sansheng Century Family, Wushan Group and Xuanyue Zhongren have all visited.

Ji Wanchang's sister and sister arrived early. Although they didn't meet in March, nothing was too much trouble to happen during Integration Month.