Be a saint, you are worthy!

Even if you look at the beginning, you will insult the holy son!

What does the word "Holy Son" represent?

Acting for you, you will be excellent, and you will be strong!

If you fight on behalf of the Heavenly Spirit Divine Pavilion and the Holy Lady of the Heavenly Spirit, will you win?

What are you talking about, which one is going to be up against, and what is the strength of the master and brother Liu Qiang?

Ye Yi, even if I advise you, obediently scare the saints! Otherwise, you will be tortured and killed one by one! ”

Yan Hong's words are full of killing, but it makes the palace and Ning Hong, and it seems that Yan Yu should take the initiative to resign from the saint Zhizhi.

Mo Ninghong listened, Shengjing was indifferent, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he pouted: "Eating and drinking together?" Bang ┸ Lost the plague mile, the hall has not been even, the resources of this mile have not been even, the ancient hall has not been enlightened, what do you owe to the Heavenly Spirit Pavilion? ”

Yan Hongyi listened, the holy cesium was surprised, and the face was embarrassed.

After, it begged to be in the rivers and lakes, stretched out his palm and pointed at Mo Ning Hong's side, and then continued: "You haven't been, you have asked it to be!" Isn't that the other the other? ”

"Hmm." Mo Ninghong nodded indifferently, looked at the scan of the wall, and said in a deep voice: "Huh-both burn your waist and question the occasional truth, where can you sit on a chance, what are you called, how many are you in Qingyuan?" ”

Yan Hong held his head high, with arrogance: "Listen, the surname of the master is Yan Weihong, the second pick up the puppet is the comprehension of the stubble, the stubble, the even Fen Holy Mirror Houqi, the Ke battle is complete, the Qingyuan Pavilion Lu Nu is the younger brother, the even row of the third brother, with the couple, what are you?" Do you have a number? ”

Mo Ninghong shrugged, tilted his head, began to move his muscles and bones, and said in two words, summoning a sharp sword, and snorting: "Lai, even take the move!" ”

Yan Hong glanced at it with a playful taste, and suddenly pouted wildly, and the bones were dirty. Is it difficult for you to make the Proud Heavenly Temple faction a traitor? ”

Mo Ninghong calmly: "The sword is red, the sword is red?" There are thousands of kinds of scare immortals, the bear is strong enough, thinking about you or being so pedantic, not seeing this kind of door, no wonder you are Brother Liu Qiang, with it, you are so different! ”

Yan Hong's face is difficult to investigate, Mo Ninghong's words seem to poke at them, it is cruel, gritting its teeth, its face is red and its neck is thick, and it shouts violently: "Shut up!" ”

"Brother Yan is slow, killing chickens and cows, occasionally stubble and scrapping it, it is not qualified to slap you!"

After Yan Hongbai, the others were arrogant and arrogant, summoning a six-foot long squirt, and the sloppy and the cold and the cold.

They are real, so that the Fen Shengjing Qi outbreaks, and the Fen Shengjing Hou Qi fights.

Mo Ninghong held the sword, stood on his side, waved the sword in fear, and drew a silver line.

"Hehe, idiot, how many of you have just entered the door, and you are proud of the others? If you make it fight, you'll be ruined! ”

The corners of Mo Ninghong's mouth were raised, his eyebrows were raised, and he was playful: "You are guilty of the palace master?" ”

"Heh, Lai Lai, even if you don't worry about this, you have burned the sword and the sword, which is the first time to ask you to look at it, do you think the palace master will recognize you?"

Arrogant and swaying, ready to go.

Rumble!

It stumbles on one foot, triggers a raging wind, smashes its feet to scare bricks, storms scars away Mo Ninghong, and one hair picks up!

The long haze waved, raised the top of the head, waved the sting, the mist cracked, the arc broke through the dome and frightened, split the water, and the converging flow, towards the body of Mo Ning Hong, smashing and smashing and frightening!

Mo Ninghong held the sword, waved the sword, gathered the cracked sword, leisurely court, and slashed the sword!

"Whew!"

"Click!"

In a moment, the sword of terror was torn, and the sword was torn, and the sword was slashed, and the right shoulder was slashed, and the sword was scared, and the sword was drawn!

"Ahh

Accompanied by a scream of hysteria, a palm arm and a body are full of stubble, which is a stubble and jumping.

It hurriedly covered its wounds, the pain was unbearable, its face was squeezing and kneeling, its long haze was disjointed, and it grinned in pain.

Mo Ninghong scrambled the sword, stroking the sword with his palm, lowering his head, and indifferently: "I am sorry to think about it, I forgot to tell you, on the stains of the sword just entered the door, and I am sure that I am good at making swords." ”

"Mo Ninghong!"

Yan Hong was angry, his sativa burst red, his teeth were sloppy, and he shouted coldly: "You are respectful, you are worthy of being a saint!" You're so good at it! Sensationalism, even to win the victory, so that you see the palm of the hand! ”

Mo Ninghong pursed his lips, pouted his lips and pouted: "Heh, you have a long mouth, what do you like to say, you have not said anything about this account......" "Lord-"

Which guy is spitting Li Yitian to fight for the first time, and the Wei Mu Yuan is extremely sloppy, and the bear will scare Mo Ninghong, and there is no problem.

Burning and scarrying, but it made such a mess of material and confectionery, and this blow caused Mu Yuanji to fall into a coma, and the injury was too bad!

The silence of the field is silent, and the atmosphere is stagnant!

In this scene, who bears are worried!

Even though the rock furnace made Mo Ning Hong's father intimacy, his father and son were even angry, the rock furnace made Mo Ninghong worried, and it was rooted in Mo Ninghong's anxiety!

Is it okay to say that the furnace is like this?

Let the language be, the words describe it as a squirrel, one by one, sluggish and unholy, dumb and dumb!

Shock!

Fake the scene!

Woo hoo, Mo Ning Hongxun is too slight!

After a cut of the waist tightened, Mo Ninghong won, defeated Mu Yuanji, it is now in a battle, and the waist is booming the entire Qingyuan Pavilion

How long has Mo Ning Hongcai been doing this? One Luo Xunsi!

One Luo, they are very good, there are not a few people of the same age!

Li Yitian stared at him for a long time, the corners of his mouth twitched a little frightened, and he was speechless.

"Even-......"

Sui Feng was stupid and muttered: "Puppet Guy, Gen Lu is a mess!" ”

"Monster!" Zhao Dabao looked at Mo Ninghong stupidly, looking at his teeth, clenching his fists, and suffocating his grievances.

It's so bad, it's a lot of smacks and it's been slammed over and over again.

Who's still a bear says what?

"Ning Hong-".

Only one reaction was too much, which made Luo Zhenqi, it was anxious, the flying chopsticks fluttered, hugged Mo Ninghong, shook it lightly, and the tears flowed down his cheeks.

The rock furnace made a calm face, depressed, and convergated: "Hong'er, you are not there!" ”