"Succeeded, I succeeded, practiced chasing the wind a little, hahaha, I succeeded!"

On the ground, there was a sudden commotion, and some people screamed loudly.

Looking up in pain, Hong is an old man who wants to be white. His face was wrinkled, and it was written that Xiu Weizhong stayed in Xuanwu and returned to Xuanwu. He is one of the most famous oil refineries in the underground square and is known as Iron Lao.

When the family was poor, the old man sent the family to an iron factory as an apprentice, making farm tools for the farmhouse. Later, he didn't know how to embark on the path of self-cultivation, but due to the special experience of his childhood, he did not like to cultivate his love utensils. Once, in order to repair the sword, he could be locked up for three years, such as getting drunk or skipping meals, he was also called the old madman.

This time, in order to open the tomb of the Great King left by the Golden Emperor, the old madman was personally invited by Wood in the name of an alchemy competition.

Knowing the inside story of the alleged competition, Hong was very painfully ready to fish in the recreational water, and the old madman completely disagreed. He was captivated by the intricate structure of chasing the wind and was ready to move forward against it. He doesn't listen to the sound of the window and likes to stand up. If it weren't for the fact that the guard was worried that he would be too tired to walk, and he wouldn't even want to rest at night.

Kung fu is not a burden, and if others don't say a word, the old madman succeeds. The wind-chasing hook in his hand is exactly the same as the crystal ball on display. Looking at these flowers and symbols, Hong felt dizziness and pain from afar.

"I succeeded, haha, I succeeded......"

The old madman burst out laughing with excitement, and suddenly stopped, bleeding from his mouth. His body trembled, and he fell to the ground in the whirlwind, dead in people's eyelids.

Genius is genius, can we do what others can't? But it's too bad I have to pay!

The old madman refined the hook of chasing the wind, unconsciously exhausted the spirit of life, and I paid for my life.

Everyone in the square was afraid to stay, and the crows and birds were silent. The next moment, no one knew who rushed out first, and suddenly there was chaos. Oil refineries and Shengping people from all over the world want to seize the old madman's way to chase the wind. Soon, some will draw their swords or even sacrifice their spirit to fight.

The underground plaza has always been in the spotlight, and suddenly a bloody storm occurred. In the past, alchemists, who seemed to be in the spotlight all over the world, were taking pictures of their drawing knives. One moment, they stood together to discuss alchemy, and the next, they became never-ending enemies.

Death Curse!

The legend of chasing the wind and satisfactorily hanging it suddenly appeared in my heart. I didn't fight for it, and I didn't stop you from standing on the sidelines and watching from the sidelines.

When the devil comes out and loses his mind, only killing can take control of the scene and calm people down!

Obviously, I was thinking about more than just pain.

In the direction of the entrance to the square on the ground, a large cloud of arrows fell on the red-eyed alchemist. Not only are the arrows delicious, but they are also stained with deadly toxins. Soon, those alchemists you owe me, including many Xuanwu Duplex Masters, fell in succession.

Hong's pain was alleviated to avoid a poisonous arrow whistling.

As soon as I stood up, I suddenly saw a bright light in front of me. The original man owes the photo, grabbed the wind hook and threw it in the corner outside the arch. He gave me a corpse and pressed it down. No one knew this was going to happen.

Looking around, it was sore and painful, and no one noticed the sacrificial whip, and went with the wind to pursue the hook that was agreeable, approached and hid, and did not pretend to stand up.

"Kill me, if I don't obey the order and disrupt the order, let me kill me cleanly!"

As soon as Hong's pain came, the big log came out. A wooden look, no emotion or sadness can be seen in the cinema, but once there was a power to give.

In front of the whip, a spinning top-like speed rotates and hardens, drilling a passage into the ground. After the anguish had passed, he rushed out before the sand was full, and his whole body was covered with sand.

The sand and gravel clanged together, and when they stayed, the passage for the occasional donation was immediately blocked by the sand cover. The earth is shaking, and the shaking from time to time seems to split the earth, and it is extremely dangerous for the foot to break even a terrible crack from time to time, and the pain will make one worry a little, how far a thought will fly.

Like a pangolin, the sharp pain of jumping from the crack goes straight forward on the ground, expecting to blow the table open!

Zhao Donghan, chief executive officer of Shangjin Group, dared to challenge and fight against it. When he meets Sands, the owner of a city and a master with a big expression, he can only escape by the wind.

Compared to all martial arts and spiritual realms, the basalt realm is more difficult to cultivate. It is both mysterious and mysterious. Everyone is a world of discord, and the challenge of transcending the ranks is almost legendary. The Wood Kingdom is much higher than the golden-collared Ah Sleeve Zhao Donghan. Even if it's not as good as the city master Jinsha, it's at least a quadruple master of basalt.

From the duality of basalt to the duality of basalt, it is difficult to cross the bay cut by nature and is almost invisible. If there is any doubt, I'm afraid I'll be immediately squashed by the thumbs of the wood!

"Sour, that wood has been following behind, only the male one!"

The Blood Bat King suddenly twisted his drink.

Hongyuan jumped from the crack in the square on the ground with his life, and most of the wood jumped down to chase him. When a piece of land is not careful, it keeps shaking and will fall into an unfathomable crack to be buried, but the big piece of wood does not hesitate to grow silk horns. It is obvious that it is necessary for Hong Yuanzhi to get it!

The painful grinding of the Huns accelerated again, there was a slight pain in the back of the head, something sharp pierced the dandruff. After a quick glance at the big wooden hand, I don't know when a red rope appeared, one was pulled on the hand, and the other was tied to the bank's needle. Just now, as long as he slowed down a little, I'm afraid it wouldn't be as simple as piercing a little dandruff.

"Ah, Red Needle, is this wood a ragdoll master?"

The Blood Bat King's voice rang out again, full of tension and uneasiness along the way.

Ragdoll Master and Puppet** are a feared evil head in the world. If Wood had been a big puppet, Hong's pain would have disappeared today. The burial place is still good. It's better to be a sock doll where the corpse walks than to die.

"Child, you can't escape, give up the hook and chase the wind, and make a puppet kid expression under my door. This honor will not only keep Lettuce alive, but it will also give you eternal life, Mr. Eternity, hahaha......!

At that time, he was not slow to hold a large piece of mahogany on his back, and the sand above his head and the unfathomable cracks under his feet were not considered to have fallen by him, and the appearance of the wood did not change, only a harsh sound echoed on the ground.

I glanced at it again, and my mind was natural. Woodhead's partnership was poor and didn't drop at all, but his expression was calm, he was half tired to death, and he was still more than traveling, and his eyes were shining with rats. Obviously, obviously, if you are strong in your own strength, you have to get one to kill yourself alive; or the heart itself; Or it's the heart. I like to be happy, and I'm already going to pull Mr. I want a puppet.

Hong Yuan's face was tense, his teeth were grinding again, the whip was dancing as fast as he could, and he ran on the ground at an alarming speed. His left shoulder hurt a little as his speed increased, and he dodged the big wooden silver needle again. This person's black face and wood soul have always been strange, and the means of attack are also strange? The mode is different. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Ling Blood Battle Soul Claw Book House" for free for the first time.