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Ninety cliff repair posts fell, and ninety people in the ring were happy, the cliff repair academy, split the land and seal the king, it was up to him!

Immediately after the nine ten thousand orders fell, nine people were bitter, happy, and had different expressions, Bai Xiaopang was so happy that he wanted to sing loudly, since that singing, Bai Xiaopang always became desired, and from time to time wanted to sing a song to express his good mood......

In the end, Zhao Pan slowly walked into the ring, his whole body was like his master, and he was dressed in white and looked at everyone in the audience with his eyes open.

The Lord of the Hundred Pavilions is enough to be proud!

A king's sword, a ten thousand orders, lying across the wall behind it, shining, walked over and took the sword solemnly......

Suddenly, a fold is like an arrow from the string, straight into the gap in the middle of the sword body, and the two gilded characters on it are cold and shining under the bright sun - war book!

Afternoon!!

Jun Qinghan slowly stepped into the ring, surrounded by cold armor all over his body, and pulled his ink-like cloak obliquely under the strong wind!

There was not the slightest expression to be seen under the hideous mask.

The audience suddenly shook, who was so arrogant, and everyone guessed Jun Qinghan's identity for a while.

Emperor Lingyun suddenly got up, "Soul Clothes God of War Killing God?"

Leng Peiyao got up suddenly, "That's? that's Jun Qinghan's gray flag!"

All the cloud-chasing iron riders suddenly became clever and shook their heads, Jun Qinghan, that is Jun Qinghan, he wants to challenge the next level?

Feng Han was invincible standing on the high platform, with a puzzled face, this person's feeling was so familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

On and off the stage, there was an uproar, who would have thought that this scene would happen, there was a lot of discussion for a while, Bai Xiaopang was very happy:

"It's just the god in my heart, this armor, this cloak, it's so handsome", he couldn't help it, he wanted to sing loudly again, but he was too excited to sing, he kept coughing, coughing, at the critical moment, such a big thing happened, ah......

Leng Xueying returned to Leng Peiyao's side with a somewhat depressed expression, and slowly put the piano behind her on the table!

Zhao Pan was puzzled and angry and pulled out the battle book, and when he opened it, it turned out to be a dead letter.

"You're not worth my challenge, so this fold is for you to challenge me."

Jun is arrogant, rebellious, and arrogant!

A word did not put the person in front of him in his eyes at all.

Zhao Pan was furious, "I am the head of the Hundred Pavilions Martial Arts, am I not worthy of your challenge?"

"Okay! Okay, I, Zhao Pan, are here to let you return to dust, and the earth to the earth!"

"Jun-light-cold!"

Feng Han was invincible and suddenly shocked, "Jun Qinghan, Xue Hanjun!"

"Pen!" Zhao Pan was furious, stretched out his hand, and a pen quietly fell on his hand.

March 3rd, Fenghan Mountain, Zhao Pan, Zhan, Jun Qinghan! Never Die! Never Die!

Challenger: Feng Han Zhao Pan

After writing, the excerpt immediately shot at Jun Qinghan, the blade of the hidden sky in his hand, engraved on the paper, and the combatant: Jun Qinghan!

Throw the war book into the sky!

Jun Qinghan immediately turned around, facing Feng Han invincible, the mask was connected, and he stretched out his hand and pointed:

"Fenghan Pavilion Master!"

The tone is extremely arrogant!

"At the beginning, you said that as long as I get the title of Hundred Pavilion Martial Arts, I can leave Fenghan Pavilion, dare to ask what to do?"

Feng Han was invincible and directly angry, in front of the Lord of the Hundred Pavilions, Feng Han was fighting inwardly, and it was a big joke in the world.

But Jun Qinghan doesn't care, Feng Han has no kindness to him, why care!

Seeing Jun Qinghan's face, the seven leaders suddenly blurted out: "Xue Hanjun!"

"He's Xue Hanjun?"

"Yes, it's him, who buried Han Cheng with a light finger and turned into a dragon!" said the Seven Leaders with palpitations.

Suddenly, all the pavilion masters re-examined this crazy boundless stinky boy.

Dongfang Youchen snorted coldly, "You are no longer my Feng Han person, if you want to come and leave, please do it!" In one sentence, Jun Qinghan was expelled from the mountain gate, no matter how Jun Qinghan was, he could only be expelled from Feng Han Pavilion, and he could not be expelled from Feng Han Pavilion.

Bai Xiaopang in the audience screamed, "Oh, my great god, I must sing a song for him alone!"

With a cover of the mask, the whole body was full of fighting intent, and one hand pointed at Zhao Pan......

Offstage, Leng Xueying pressed her hands on the strings heavily, and suddenly, the sound of the piano was boiling, and the atmosphere was majestic!

Seeing Jun Qinghan make a provocative move towards himself, Zhao Pan was furious, and a punch came out, thick and heavy.

Towering as a mountain!

Jun smiled lightly, looking at Zhao Pan like an earth bear, running over with a bang, his body retreated rapidly, widening the distance between the two people, fighting with him in close combat, completely looking for death, casually receiving a punch, and the internal organs must not be displaced at the same time.

The two of them attacked and retreated, although the realm was one stage apart, but the attributes were different, one was the slowest yellow flag in the attributes, and the other was the fastest purple flag, so Jun Qinghan retreated very comfortably......

Angry, naturally bombarded with all his strength, and one after another fist shadows were overwhelming towards Jun Qinghan, each punch was domineering, weighing more than a thousand pounds.

Jun lightly waved his hand, and within forty zhang, snowflakes were flying, fluttering and sprinkling...... When it encounters the fist shadow, it immediately bombards and cracks, hindering the fist shadow from advancing, and before it goes ten feet deeper, the fist shadow dissipates and becomes invisible.

The Purple Thunder Pavilion Thunder Thunder who was watching the battle on the stage suddenly got up and exclaimed, "Snow drifts mountains and rivers tears!"

His eyes were full of disbelief, he who cultivated the Purple Banner naturally knew about the Purple Banner, and he recognized this thunder that was no different from a snowflake at a glance.

Not only him, as long as you have a little knowledge, you know, which one is not shocked in his heart, and it is absolutely unimaginable that a big different flag actually fell on the body of the gray flag cultivator.

The battle gradually entered the white heat, all the shadows of Zhao Pan's fists were dissipated without a trace between Jun Qinghan's waves, and Zhao Pan, who was running in the field, suddenly paused, and a spear flew out directly from his space ring, and the blade of the gun was cold and shining, making people stab their eyes.

The burly body soared into the air, and a burst of shots came straight to the throat......

Offstage, Mo Yanfeng felt that his gun was constantly trembling, excited, and eager to fight!

His eyes widened suddenly, and he hurriedly hugged the body of the gun tightly, and taught the spear to the spear:

"That gun is not a mother's, don't move, you are a male, your mind must be pure!" He didn't want Jun Qinghan to break his treasure again!

But the more Mo Remnant said, the more the gun shook violently, Mo Remnant held the gun and kept shaking, and he actually twisted his butt in front of the public.

Dongfang Youchen on the side said lightly to Mo Remnant Wind: "Remnant Wind, Jun Qinghan still has a piece of ink iron."

Mo Yanfeng's eyes lit up suddenly, and he hurriedly let go, ink iron is a good thing, add it to his gun, and the consequences ...... Ahaha......

The spear suddenly rose from the ground, whistling all the way, and the blood-red red tassels flashed with a strange light, emitting a bloodthirsty light.

Halfway through, two spears collided in the air, sparks shot out in all directions!

Ling Zhan on the stage looked at Dongfang Youchen and Mo Yanfeng, and said to Ling Yun: "Call Dongfang Youchen over!"

The spear is in hand, and the heavenly spear magic in the body is like the water that breaks the embankment, mighty, the spear is pointed at the sky, the red tassels are flying, and the sky is determined to soar!

Jun Qinghan rose into the air, a shot stabbed towards Zhao Pan, this was Jun Qinghan's first attack, the first time he shot out, Zhao Pan also picked it up with a shot, the two spears clashed violently in the air, and in an instant, Zhao Pan's snow-white spear was picked into the air, the spear bent, and it broke loudly, and Mo Yanfeng in the audience was worried in his heart, and breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately it was not his.

The two guns collided, and they were evenly matched, but Jun Qinghan had more white flag exercises, and he suppressed Zhao Pan's yellow flag exercises, the spear was broken, and there was nothing to defend, Jun Qinghan stabbed Zhao Pan directly in the chest, but he couldn't get in again.

Zhao Pan smiled, he is both offensive and defensive, and there is no flaw in his body, unless Jun Qinghan has absolute brute strength, otherwise, it will be difficult to break through his body!

The spear immediately retreated, and there was only a red mark on Zhao Pan's body pierced by the tip of the spear, but Jun Qinghan smiled, and this shot stabbed on the Yufu acupoint, the first acupuncture point of the buckle pulse technique.

The pavilion masters on the stage were shocked again, although their experience could not tell what kind of exercises Jun Qinghan was cultivating, one thing was certain, it was impossible for the Gray Flag Order to have such a powerful exercise, which definitely broke the common sense of the mainland once in ten thousand years.

Below, Leng Xue Sakura was completely immersed in the sound of her own piano, the sound of the piano was high and low, ups and downs, making everyone present enthusiastic, and there was only one consciousness in their minds:

"Conquest is a man's world!"

Especially Bai Xiaopang, he was so excited that his whole body was ripe, and his mouth kept chattering, always popping up one or two syllables from time to time.

But at every exit, there was always someone who covered his mouth, making his heart extremely aggrieved, and he wailed, "Why don't you let me contribute, why?"

As soon as the spear retreated, Zhao Pan's attack immediately followed, and the snowflakes came again, hindering Zhao Pan's attack, but this time Jun Qinghan did not retreat, but under the thunder, he kept dancing the spear, and one by one the spears swept away directly thinking about Zhao Pan.

Zhao Pan snorted coldly, the powerful defense made him completely unafraid of any attack from Jun Qinghan, and rushed towards Jun Qinghan one by one, now he just wants to get close and knock Jun Qinghan down in the fastest time, dozens of breaths have passed since the game started, this is simply a shame for him!

And what he wants is to smash his fist on Jun Qinghan's body.

One punch! One punch is enough!

This was a great opportunity for Jun Qinghan, the spear was like a snake letter, constantly biting Zhao Pan's body, and then quickly retreated.

The sonorous sound of the gun and Zhao Pan's body made Mo Yanfeng's brows constantly entangled, and finally when Jun Qinghan stabbed out the sixth shot, his brows were stretched, but he cried loudly.

Jun Qinghan finally made his baby glorious again, can he not cry?

With his hand, Jun Qinghan threw down the mutilated gun, and his body did not retreat because of this, but stepped forward and collided with Zhao Pan head-on!

Zhao Pan was proud for a while, you don't have a spear, you are a waste, your body accelerated again, and the two people kept approaching, no more than three feet apart, and their fists were about to smash into each other.

Suddenly, Jun Qinghan let out a long roar, and the Seven Killing Dragons suddenly resounded through the four fields, the core of Zhao Pan's soul shook, and his body suddenly slowed down, Jun Qinghan took another step, passed by him, and gently smashed it on Zhao Pan's chest in the process.

The pavilion masters took the trouble to stand up again, their hearts were a little unbearable, and the human body was groaning, what is the concept?

There is only one way to make a dragon moan: the main body is a dragon!

It is impossible for the four major Warcraft families on the continent to become the natal Warcraft of a person!

The muscles in his face twitched hard, "Who is this boy, or who is behind him?"