Seeing Chu Tingxuan, the white guy smacked the wind and Lan Chang, and with excitement, he couldn't bear to give it a second!

"Huh! It's too much, haha...... The Emperor raised his eyebrows and spat out the Heavenly Spirit Pavilion, and after the accompaniment, he picked up the six new doors and looked at his head! ”

Bai Lao pouted his lips and shook Xue Junying's palm, and asked softly: "What are you calling for a word?" ”

"Xue Junying."

"Green Whisk."

The second replied calmly. "Huh! Three pick-up seats, one is missing, this one is a sect selection, and the beauty is in the field! ”

Xue Junying suddenly asked: "Junior, in the selection competition, should you maintain the seventh cheek?" Now stubble, let the younger brother four. ”

"Haha...... Exceptions! Even the rules make three picks, and the three picks up! Doo, toot waist! ”

Xue Junying frowned, showing regret.

The white guys were a few times, and they were very happy, but they didn't pay attention to their holy cesium at all.

Listening to the frightened Lai, Chu Tingxuan recognized it and announced: "Hu is shortlisted, and there will be a feast for the frightened Lai, and you will be treated!" You are not only burning and scolding, but also scaring each other, and occasionally thinking about it, so that you can ask a group of new stubbles to start a fight, and how they will collide and wander. ”

Suddenly, Liu Qiang pouted bitterly and crawled the fontanelle, shaking off the dust.

It is at the top of the mountain, the potential has skyrocketed several times, and the Fensheng mirror is complete, still making the potential sharp and windy.

Just now, the assessment is new, it is burning and not moving, and it is defeated, and it will not question anything.

After all, the Holy Sons of the Heavenly Spirit Divine Pavilion are swinging stubble, and they are still dominant!

Thinking about the waist is more than it, and you still need to have a waist and a Fen head.

One Yuan Vientiane Building, the new shining with Yu Hui, lying about the stubble of the Ban Han Zhi Pi, and then, Mo Ning Hong's body descended on the stubble.

Calm and calm, Mo Ning Hong pouted, six seats, it comprehended two floors, which made the holy trick, dry it, and the scriptures were enough.

Mo Ning Hong Sui leaped forward, stepped into the abyss-level squirrel**, Li Wei Mi Banhan, and flew chopsticks to the Jue Heavenly Spirit Pavilion.

It's thoughtful, and time is still running out!

In the middle of the alfalfa, Mo Ninghong was playing with the Tianling Divine Pavilion, and Li Xuan was playing, and he was worried.

"Wow, brother! You're! ”

Yu Xin ran away with his feet, pounced on Mo Ning Hong's arms, Mo Ning Hongling pursed his lips and stroked their foreheads, and the rock furnace smacked Shen Lei's slap.

"How's it going, everyone?"

The rock furnace solemnly said: "The selection competition is over, the three seats are full, you don't have a chance." ”

"Oh." Mo Ninghong was surprised, and then pouted: "What are you doing now?" Is there a celebration party? ”

The rock furnace looked at it: "Hurry up, three times, Fen Sanyu Yu Yu Xue Xuan, now stubble, so that the future is one day." ”

Mo Ninghong suddenly shook his head, pouted and said: "Ah, even if you survey, you will return it!" ”

Looking at Mo Ning Hong's back freely, the rock furnace's eyes were full of surprise, and he muttered: "Could it be Hong'er, do you want to make a stray wood?" ”

Suddenly, the rock furnace, Shen Lei, Xu Yun and Sui Feng stepped into the cave one after another, and the seven people of the Yan Lian Yi regretted their interests, and they made one step into the same place.

It enters the vast courtyard, the courtyard is lined up in order, the tea is fragrant, the wine and delicacies, the fifth-level fairy beasts are meaty, fragrant and tender, and the alfalfa is full of alfalfa.

Seeing Chu Tingxuan, the concubine announced that the three of them were more than good.

The three picks up each of them and each of them goes through a circle, and each of them goes through a lot of moxibustion and moxibustion.

"Haha...... The envoy Kexi Kehe, this is a new fight, a row of younger brothers, so that Qi Han, two moxibustion coffins win, defeated.

Brother two, make Zhao Dabao, two wins and one defeat, brother three, make Xue Junying, two wins and two defeats......"

"Heavenly Spirit Divine Pavilion, are you still waisted? The younger generation Mo Ning Honglai is late, and he is thinking about having a good time! ”

The loud words caused everyone to turn their heads in surprise and look at this handsome man.

"Mo Ninghong?"

Liu Qiang frowned, waved his palms, and sighed: "Since you are burning late, you are too late, let's take care of yourself, scare a lifetime of Lai Shenjia, you are still light!" ”

"Hehe......" Mo Ning Hongling pouted, lying and busy, and asked in a loud voice: "Wan Du is an exception!" ”

"Exceptions?"

Liu Qiang drank a cup of tea, glanced at Mo Ninghong, and pouted: "You're a mirror, you're a mirror of the mirror, you're a stubble, which one of the mirrors is strong!" You are gentle, which is the beginning of the fetus, you should be ready to pick it up!

Do you want to be a little bit futed, do you want to be like this? ”

Mo Ninghong hugged his arms, so he was proud of the holy cesium, pouting and sneering.

Liu Qiang saw that it was still moving, and Ji Xun asked: "How many are you cultivating the Saint of Sorrow?" ”

Mo Ninghong scratched his head, raised his head and looked at Lan Zhenyun, and sneered slowly: "Even if you think about it, let's make six of you!" ”

When it said this, it saw the scene, and there was silence in an instant, and it was stunned, and then, it made a burst of pouting.

"Poof...... Hahaha...... It's so funny! The pouting of the widow is dead! ”

"Ahem...... Call...... This is a biblical disease! "That's right, even if it feels like it's in the brain, it's hard for it to make it say a pouting to the puppet?"

"Huh...... Lai is ugly, and he is thick! ”

The holy cesium, the same as the one, the envoy taunted the holy cesium with playfulness, and there was no stubble.

After that, Zhu Hongyu continued to drink tea and chat, chatting and talking, and ignored Mo Ninghong.

Only Yan Lu, Shen Lei, Xu Yun, and Qian Yu Zhu kept their mouths.

It pouted Mo Ning Hong's sexuality, and it pouted.

Mo Ninghong let go of his arms, and he was serious and strange, with a sharp edge and a stinging edge.

"Everyone, even the Xiong will defeat Hu Xin, and he is not qualified to enter the Heavenly Spirit Divine Pavilion?"

"Hiss......"

Zhu Yan looked at Mo Ninghong in a daze, and there was silence.

After accompaniment, it touched the holy cesium to make Yi Shu stiffen, this atmosphere, and it was weird.

"Huh...... cough cough ...... "Thinking about pouting, Ke made the sudden explosion find that he pouted his lips and sneered.

This little bit of pouting.

Liu Qiangqian plucked his ears with his palms, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he played with the legs of the first two langs, and he said: "What, your waist is enough for the bear to make the stubble field new and defeated, not to mention entering the Heavenly Spirit Pavilion, even this holy child, let you be embarrassed?" ”

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