No one knows him better than him in this place, although he has been gone for a while.

He complained that Qiu Xiaolong's eyes were far ahead, but suddenly changed again.

Black clouds appeared on the distant horizon, in the direction of the capital of the Mozhan dynasty.

Seeing this scene, he complained that the students in the fall suddenly shrunk.

"Let's be careful. I'm afraid there's going to be an accident ahead.

Although Song Nan's complaints about Qiu Aiyu are very calm, he can easily feel the extreme ups and downs of Qiu Aiyu's heart.

From a distance, the feeling of oppression is becoming more and more obvious, indicating that the fighting is still going on, which means that no one complains that everyone on Qiuqiu's side has an accident.

It's still too late.

The bastards of the Zisheng Assembly have blocked the space, why complain that Qiujiu can't go to freedom, otherwise, relying on the strength of Qiuqiu and the Southern Song Dynasty, they can only enter the mouth of the tiger, but why complain about Qiu's basic ministry, because he still has a key hostage - Yuan Yin.

He Yanqiu once again released Yuan Yin from the magic weapon of space. As He Yanqiu released part of Yuan Yin's Shen body prohibition, Yuan Yin's pale face slowly opened his eyes.

Yuan Yin's gaze looked away, and he complained about Qiu Juan. Although his strength still hadn't regained, he also noticed movement in the distance.

"Thunderstorm extinction!"

Please spit out a few words in the voice of a vowel, and the corners of his mouth gradually rise.

He complained about Qiu Ziming's indifferent eyes.

"What people!" the disciples of the Holy Great quickly sensed the arrival of these three men, and were surrounded by them.

"Miss!" The disciples of the Holy Great University immediately recognized Yuan Yin's identity, and his face suddenly changed greatly.

When Yuan Yin heard these three words, a strong sense of shame poured into her body from top to bottom.

Yuan Yin wanted to raise her head, but she couldn't.

As a result, he complained that Qiu Lili had chosen to complete her studies.

Holding the vowel's chin in one hand, the vowel raised his whole face and offered it to the disciples of this Divine Sect.

Yuan Yin's heart was like being doused with a stream of hot iron. She wanted to die right away.

"I won't let you go!" the words were squeezed out of Yuan's accent.

"What are you doing, dog/?" Let go of the ladies and sisters!" A devout of the Holy Sect saw this as if he had been stripped of his clothes, and his face showed humiliation and anger.

In addition to anger and astonishment, all the holy apostles around them boldly imagined that their sisters had been caught, disgraced in front of them, without any scruples about the faces of the holy apostles.

Yuan Yin's face also had two red handprints left by Mr. Qiu. How could such obvious harm be overlooked?

"Who are you, let go of your wives and sisters immediately, or you can leave!" another disciple spoke, but was interrupted by Qiu Xiaoming's complaint.

"Come on, you all let go. "Find someone who is qualified to speak, or else!" he grumbled, trying to break Yuan Yin's throat, blood pouring out of her mouth.

Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Holy Great couldn't suppress their anger and wanted to start, but they were stopped by a strange disciple.

"You, wait for me. The disciple's eyes were cold and fierce. He glared at him fiercely to see what he was complaining about. Then he took out a communication charm and released it directly.

In less than three breaths, the seventeen or eighteen heavenly strongmen of the Divine Assembly appeared before him, complaining about the fall.

He complained that the woman in his hand was his sister. The elders of the Holy Sect were shocked by the anger.

These people can naturally easily identify the identity of the cause, but they can also identify He Yanqiu's identity.

These elders knew what was going on, but there was no explanation when they saw what was wrong and why.

Only Yuan Yin was captured by the enemy, and the outcome of the rest of the people does not need to be guessed.

The elders of the Great Sect Realm looked at him coldly and complained about Mr. Qiu. He only looked at the reason at first, and never paid attention to her again. It seems that the Yuan Dynasty is not the daughter of this divine sect.

"Why complain about Qiu, what do you want?"

To suppress the anger in his heart, the elders of the Templars spoke to him.

Qiu Ziming was very unhappy that Mr. Qiu grabbed Yuan Yin's chin and slowly approached him, realizing that he was looking at Yuan Yin. At this time, he saw Yuan Yin's fear and humiliation. He resented Qiu Xiaoming, but he didn't move at all.

"What about them?" He Yanqiu's gaze turned to the elders of the Divine Sect, his voice inaudible.

The elders and disciples of the Great Sect Realm couldn't see Qiu Ziming's arrogant posture, but they had no choice but to complain about him.

Although he was only a few words clear about Qiu's complaints, the elders of the Templars were very clear about his complaints about Qiu.

"They're all right. The Templar replied, "His mood has not changed, and there seems to be a light in his eyes." ”

"But since then, there have been no guarantees. The Great Sage said.

He suddenly grinned at the Divine Sect Elder, then let go of the hand that was pinching the vowel chin. The Divine Sect Elder immediately felt very uncomfortable.

"Pat!"

A heavy slap hit Yuan Yin directly in the face. He complained that Qiu Ziming had little strength to hold on. He even bit out a few of Yuan Yin's teeth.

This unexpected scene caught everyone by surprise, and those Divine Sect Masters were like catching a cold, and then erupted into a terrible rage.

"Do you dare to complain about Autumn?" Suddenly, a silver needle appeared in the hand of an elder, who was about to rob him, but was directly organized by the elder beside him.

"You'd better not threaten me, I mean, do you understand?" he grumbled, glaring, glaring at the priest's almost crazy elder, looking a little crazy.

The elder has a lot of motivation, but not because he complains about anything, but for the sake of the divine greatness of all the disciples and elders.

Calm returned to the scene. He complained that Qiu Ziming was not afraid at all.

"What the hell do you want, Ben said, those people are fine. ”

He complained that Qiu Xiaoming had heard the answer again, but he couldn't answer.

Xu Haihuang didn't know why the Pilgrims of the Divine Sect suddenly stopped working, but for Xu Haihuang, they had unexpected good news, as they had enough time to perfect their tactics.

After a while, after Hu Haihuang and Zhao Haifeng complained about the way of the sword, they understood why the saints stopped attacking.

Seeing the reason why he complained that Qiu Juan was safe and sound, Xu Haihuang and Zhao Haifeng immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Haifeng not only noticed his complaint about Qiu, but also noticed the woman in his hand. His eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes swept over the faces of the priests and elders behind him, complaining about Qiu Xiaoming.

"You've already met me, let's talk about your conditions. ”

The elders of the Divine Sect knew why the Heavenly Sword Sect was complaining about the autumn and couldn't let the vowels leave so easily, because even if he encountered this kind of thing himself, he would not choose to give up his interests.

The reason why the old man of the temple agreed to meet Xu Haihuang and the others was because he didn't want to complain about Qiu Juan anymore, and he didn't want to continue to humiliate the Yuan Dynasty.

Both sides know that the next step is the key to everything.

"Two uncles, my dad and my brother, how are they?" he complained.

(End of chapter)