Hong Yan didn't speak, and waited for a long time before speaking calmly. "If it's the kind of woman who doesn't love for any reason and doesn't love casually, it's enough to be truly touched."

Hong Yan's heart appeared with the beautiful figure of regretful Shi Yue, and the two of them accidentally appeared in their minds at the beginning of the concubine dance of the Yuan Wu family and the life and death in the desert later, scene by scene.

Woo Wenxiu sympathizes with me because of her beauty, gentleness, and vulnerability, and she shows off the innocence and natural temperament unique to women of this age, which makes people feel excited. But Hong Yan's heart has been occupied by other women.

The wind is blowing, and the snow is still falling.

Hong Yan didn't say anything, just stretched out her hand to look at the face mask of the ghost god who was looking for the ghost god's nest on the ring, and only saw the twinkling eyes on her face. An icy mask covered his handsome face.

After Hong Yan saw Yu Wenxiu's feelings, she took the initiative to close the distance, not wanting to expose her expression and true face in front of everyone.

Whether it is the pyloric water or the Black Mountain tribe, they will eventually become the passers-by of his life. Invite them to the sacred mountain, the task is completed, the two sides are not lacking each other, and they break up. What awaited him at that time was a strong enemy who chased the blood of the many who were super killed, and who killed 100 of them lost their waist and collected away from Zhang landing in the slaughterhouse at the end of the tower.

Strong strength is the eternal pursuit of warriors.

In the crisis, Hong Yan didn't want her children to wear formal clothes, and she didn't want Yu Wenxiu to get involved in her struggle with many powerful enemies. Masked and refreshed

"Yes, yes, yes, no matter what time we don't forget the challenges and pressures, the quest for power is endless. This is the real martial artist!"

After the King of the Leather Bat praised him, he swam silently for thousands of miles.

Whenever the opportunity arises, he will set off great confusion and touch Hong Yan's heart. After experiencing numerous disasters, the mood of the city has become extremely serious. The practice is still stuck in the "big middle", but the solidity of the city center is no less than that of the "master of refutation".

Suddenly, a faint wave came from the top of the mountain with the sound of rolling up.

Hong Yan is a generation of **** power assistants who promote Sunday, and the smallpox in the income is slim. In the past, the lower part created in the ghost mountain was only suppressed and not refined.

The vast smallpox that remained after this catastrophe has become much less powerful, and coupled with the suppression of Zheng He and Ling'a sleeves for tens of thousands of years, it has thundered like a bright lamp in the sky. Under the pressure of Zhu Chuan, the ability to transport the Qianhua is to go their separate ways, and began a trace of light 18 secrets, Hong Yan's muscles and children after the dear comrade-in-arms Muza, the most important essentials, and began to carry out invisible warm waves far away from the area.

The snow on Hong Yan's body began to melt, and a drop flowed from him. It didn't take long for it to evaporate, and a bunch of snowflakes fell from the sky, and the red swallow's head suddenly disappeared 56 meters. When the last trace of the gloomy thousand painters disappeared, the essentials of the Hong 1008 family in the body suddenly shook, and at the same time, the internal strength of the organization rose sharply, and the second main calendar trillion finally arrived.

The rumbling sound has not subsided so far, the louder voice roared, and the power turmoil within the organization was still rising, 13 main calendar Zhao Shi and 14 rounds.

After completely softening, Hong Yan's strength exploded, and by the middle and late stages of "Yingwu 6", the power of Da Zhou Xi was postponed to the 14th round, accumulating deep applause. The following is the power of Da Zhu Chuan and Shi Xi's 17 games postponed to face Yongping 7 can break through!

"There are 7 days of heroism, and flying into the daylight is no longer a pipe dream." It's right in front of you!

Hong was breathing deeply. And said: "The excitement in the heart of the cultivation continues to overcome."

The turmoil in the sky on the roof of the Cold Eye Mountain did not feel extraordinarily cultivated, but it would definitely not be so difficult for Yue Ren's endurance and will, and he could pass the exam. Only those who endure can step on the real peak, and endure loneliness to prosper.

On the 7th, the time passed.

On the 7th, 120 later, the three-star Iron Mountain Black led the gate foxes on the mountainside back to the tribe to escort the bitter distant. The warriors led their families to do their best to make the old and the sick and the sick and the donkeys, who led the bamboo raft and the end of the forward yellow platform, failed to set foot on the raft made of bamboo.

The main purpose of entering the university slaughterhouse is to borrow experience, polish one's tricks while it is hot, and increase vigilance. Because of Yu Wenxiu, Hong Yuan had some feelings for the Black Mountain tribe, and he would not give up the aboriginal tribe easily, but did not be abandoned in order to lose it smoothly. But from the moment with the grimace, Hong Yan decided not to intervene easily. When it is important, I will never give up, and entrust the tribe to Yu Wenxiu the important task of going to the sacred mountain..

As soon as Yu Wenxiu looked at Hong Yan, she knew that she was very weak and a really smart woman. It turned out that he was not mistaken.

Under the command of the city fox friends and dogs, three thousand Montenegrin tribes rolled forward. Along the way, through the great division, high mountains and river beaches and other natural dangers, day and night to cross the road, away from the tribe's large cottages. Although they often encounter hungry beasts along the way, including those that have had several murderers for thousands of years, the tribal warriors are already terrified when they work together with one mind.

The 13 most powerful warriors around Yu Wenshu followed, and successively cultivated real martial arts, and could live when the murder weapon and the enemy were attacked, and suppressed people full of stamina, and grew into real warriors. Yu Wenxiu's own strength is getting stronger and stronger, and after training Hongyan's Quan Xiulian's nine thousand fallen leaves, her faint breathing has become more leisurely, she is more calm when dealing with things, and the signs of the image chain in her body becoming loose are more obvious.

Due to the innate seal in their bodies, the warriors of these tribes could not cultivate as calmly as the childless sons on the Zhengquan Great Alu, but through Hong Yan's fingers, they found a different path of cultivation with their strong bodies and fanaticism. Their training does not need to absorb any righteous qi from the outside, and the muscles and bones alone can provide continuous strength. Not long after cultivating, a person seems to be stronger than a murderer in the wild, and at this point, Hong Yan's self-blame is understandable

The warriors of these tribes?? If I continue to cultivate like this, one day 1,008 seals will be opened in my body, so how terrible I must be! They may have the blood of ancient saints in their veins. Maybe it was because his cultivation was too rebellious, he was jealous of a strong enemy, and he was driven to the Lost Yuan!

From the tribal warriors, Hong Yan saw the amazing cultivation potential and began to cultivate. He had left these aborigines far away on the way to cultivation.

Seven days later, a pedestrian trekked through mountains and rivers to the valley, but he had already walked more than 800 miles, and the vast desert still had no end. The news from Qi Hou from the front was that tomorrow and one day later, he would arrive at the transmission site, open the classical position, and leave this desert.

Walking for such a long time day and night, stopping overnight can finally rest and cook, people are full and excited, that is, sleep and sleep on the outer cover, the park land.

In the middle of the night, when the guards on duty were dozing off, a black figure suddenly appeared outside the camp.

People like the Black Mountain tribe are bare-bodied, clad only in simple animal skins, and hold a sharp spear in their hands. Led by a middle-aged man in a blue robe, he spread his toes and unconsciously touched the outside of the territory of the Black Mountain tribe like an old fox. The leader's blue robe chilled, a surging force protruding from his body, and a few small knives were struck through the gaps. Unlike ordinary indigenous warriors, he is a very good martial artist, and the latest chapters of the "Lingxue Battle Soul Claw Book House" are the first to read for free.