It makes its thoughts break its head, and its thoughts are sluggish.

Dry Mo Ninghong set foot in the west, it swept away the nine cities of the nine cities, lonely, towards the beginning of the road! It is the city of Luoshui!

This mile has made the six museums grand meeting Zhiyi, and the Xian Pavilion will be the originator.

It set foot in Luoshui City, and the scene of Fennan was shocking.

The sage is strong, and the streets are struggling, with the Fen Mirror, the Fensheng Mirror, the Pavilion, and the Immortal Mirror, and when you are drunk, you will not be passing by the Fairy Mirror.

This mile of merchants is congregated, and trade is frequent, and all kinds of immortals, pills, immortal treasures, and immortal things are sold.

Mourning, a row of lively and noisy crowds, watching a table and a fairy party.

"Hehe, where is the miscellaneous, the Hidden God Pavilion is almost wiped out, you still dare to jump, are you worried about following your brother's mistakes?"

Playing at the table, he was proud of his shadows, hugging his arms, and pouting playfully. Suddenly, the envoy Huanfen had been controlled by the old line of the Han Dynasty to control the production of the four Zhi Yi, Tan Qi, and Lai Bei Liangshan.

After the defeat of Zhi, it will gather the immortal array with the help of the inner division of the sect, and reach the Condensation Divine Base to achieve the first rank, and the Upper Pavilion, after the mirror, the weird Zhi Qi will be promoted, and the Qi will be raised.

Tan Qi is now making the quality leap.

It stubble, and it was arrogant, and the quasi-resentment level was weirdly scorching and burning, and the breath was all over the four places.

It made Han Baiyuan, the younger brother of Han Ying's line, and the grandson of Han Yingyuan.

The old line of Han was abandoned, and the Hidden God Pavilion was frustrated by Yufengzhou of the Divine Mountain, and it was unbearable.

The Hidden God Pavilion is really a stubble brother and a second brother!

He is also comprehensive and realistic, and he is weak and capable of being a demon-level leader, and he is anti-defeating.

Ke is stubble, the Hidden God Pavilion is in the valley, Han Ying is low-key, and he dares to be easy to fly.

When the stubble and the Hidden God Pavilion were silent, the closed door was sluggish, and when the retreat was healing, who had ever thought about it, and even dared to stand in a hurry.

Han Baiyuan tilted his head, frowned, glared at Tan Qi, and sighed: "It doesn't matter if you even suck the Hidden God Pavilion, Bang Dian┍ paralysis  ∵ don't make the tiger suck the waist of the puppet brother to put the puppet brother together?" ”

Tan Qi pursed his lips, scratched his neck, and sneered: "Hehe...... What do you mean, do you challenge your couple? Are you a good match? Han Baiyuan pouted.

It frightens its chest and arms, calms its face, and clenches its fists!

A loud groan, shattering the surrounding buildings, this round and thousands of people shook the table, and the beginning of the volume was a layer of terrifying current, and the wind swept away, cracking the four corner stone pillars!

"Click......"

Han Baiyuan's muddy clothes are full of cesium and cesium, and the scales are close to the skin, and their robes are strong and ironic, and they are yellow and poured, and they are shining.

At the same time, there was the slightest hint of Agan Tan's sigh, revealing a lack of sorrow. Han Bai was the original envoy, and they were in the mirror Sakai, and they actually burned the same envoy to ride the mirror behind Qi!

"Occasionally relying on the ......" scares the table, the horns are sloppy, and the two of them stand on the stubble, and the pang is steep and sluggish.

The others were frightened, and they found that they were dreaming.

"It's still burning like this, it's grandma, Han Lao's line is making the line of sight skewed, how can this guy Han Baiyuan suddenly burst into flames?"

It made the head of the people next to him unkempt, and the sloppy and sloppy people who had not been treated for a long time made the west wind swoon.

Luoshui City, known as Zhiwei Riot Zhi, stubble here, no sect set foot in it, and it was ruthless to scatter Keyi to burn and loot, and to fence Weizun.

It is not a thing that is scattered and unfolded, and it is not easy to look at.

A war will break out every three miles and five quarants, and the Tiger will not be able to pick up a few stubbles.

The riot county has a total of 30,000 miles, which is to make the deputy county super-high-level!

Although there is no demon rank in this mile, the immortal mirror is not in the palm of the hand, and the immortal mirror is in the palm of his hand, and he is making gangs and factions, and fighting against each other. There is no care, and the burning makes him choked.

At this moment, the demon level is dead, and he is allowed to check who is doing it, and if he is not enough, he will dare to talk nonsense.

It is said that after a few days, there will be no tea party, and four will be invited to play the sword.

Winning the prize will be rewarded handsomely, and it is said that one treasure worth a few will be enough to sell the Tellurium Immortal Crystal.

The west wind snorted and snorted, and he endured the crutches, and ran around lively.

Mo Ning Hongli looked at the corner, and the two were familiar with the shadows, and they were not allowed to be surprised.

Thinking about where is the Baichuan Library, it is like this chopsticks.

After Mo Ning Hong's stubble, Ye Jiucheng, which made it stand on the stubble, it recognized that it was stubble.

Dry Mo Ninghong was busy, kept calm, and continued to investigate the table and beggars.

Tan Ji chattered at Han Baiyuan, and was stunned for a long time.

Its face is huge, and it is a touch of the eyebrows.

They are sage, and they are not cold.

The old Korean line is sweeping the trend, and it is strong. Han Baiyuan saw the scriptures, and his chin actually burned the old line of Han in the heyday, and it was quite annoying!

It's easy to ignore it, and it's not broken? This challenge must be taken into!

The corners of Mo Ninghong's mouth skimmed, Kanjue Han Baiyuan, and the Hidden God Pavilion was made by Hongyu! The road to the unjust is narrow.

The Hidden God Pavilion is also stubble all over the net, trying to hunt it down, this shame, it is a shame!

Han Baiyuan is thinking about challenging Tan Yu? Win and lose, and then scare, Mo Ninghong rubbed his palms, and the fierce monster pouted, so that it was time to make it smack.

Then, the table was beaten, and the sound of Tan Qi was indifferent.

"Hello, you are the first to take the mirror to the first Qi, which chopsticks are you going to take now, you will be weird! Are you scared of yourself, and you are still being sent to scare you? ”

"You're sending a couple? You don't have this one! ”

Han Baiyuan pouted, and Sui Li returned.

"Hmph, don't talk nonsense!"

Afterwards, Tan Qi took the pile, stepped on the flattery, with a swift momentum, holding a pitch-black zhi blade in his palm, and roared wildly: "Temper the hell!" The wind is biting! ”

"Whew!"

They swayed and flickered, and the flashes of the banner wandered in the cold, slashing wildly, and the cold wind was biting and cold, and it was surrounding, converging the field of the palace, and spreading the water!

This one slashed Han Baiyuan's forehead, with a certain killing momentum!

Han Baiyuan was scared at the waist, his feet were flying, he was flying around, avoiding the clouds, waving his steel palms, and slamming Tan Ji's chest!!

"Bang!"

Tan Qipi slapped his palm, wrestled the stubble, the holy cesium was shocked, and it was difficult to place it.