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The morning mist is shrouded in the white sky, a main peak rises from the ground in the north, carrying a piece of mountains and ravines around it, the great sun in the east has climbed to the air, the cold and dazzling light fills the sky in the east, and after a while, the warm morning light is sprinkled all over the vast earth. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

All the ravines and valleys and all the other lowlands were foggy, and the cold and humid morning air in the mountains all condensed together to form this sea of mist.

Gangbudi's Cool Feather Secret School finally sealed the Xianke "Ding! Ding!" There was a chaotic sound, and the sharp arrows finally sank into the dirt below, and the shaking arrow feathers calmed down after a long time.

Like a fairyland, high mountains rise from the vast clouds and mist, like isolated islands, undulating in the white mist, and they are not visible.

As the sun rose, the morning mist in the valley ravines gradually began to surge, like a blizzard blowing across the earth, like an autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, and in the blink of an eye, the silent patches of morning mist all rolled up, like a giant snake swimming through it, swinging a roll of white waves and drifting by.

In an instant, the original snow-white mist was washed away, turning into a puff of lighter smoke that swept towards the world, swinging swiftly like the wind.

I saw a heroic wildebeest with a red body and a cloud of fire leaping out of the thick fog and slamming into the wet dirt below.

There is no end in sight to the sky where there is no end, there is no road in the mountains shrouded in the morning mist, and the white fog under your feet is filled.

The crimson wildebeest was covered in patches of red scale armor, and its red mane flew high and flew high, like a god horse reborn from the fire, and the four red iron hooves of the red wildebeest splashed the soft soil on the mud.

With a swift turn, the red wildebeest's hind hooves pulled up a splash of dirt on the dirt again, and then with a flick of its tail, the red wildebeest carrying a mighty general in green armor turned around and disappeared into the thick fog.

"Good horse, good horse!" Two green wildebeest leaped out of the clouds behind them, and a young man on the horse only glanced at the crimson color, but the bright color disappeared without a trace.

"That's natural, Fang Shuai's mount is precious and tight, and it is usually not allowed to be touched by others, except for himself and his entourage who specializes in taking care of the red horse, others dare to touch that horse and wait to be severely punished by Fang Shuai!" said another young man with a laugh.

Collecting the bow and placing it on the horse's back, the young man before sighed to himself: "Fang Shuai has the help of the red horse, no matter how hard we try, we can't catch up with his speed, this competition is too unfair." ”

Another young man said again: "Brother Mu, why be discouraged, it won't take a few years for you and me to each get a red wildebeest, and it's not too late to compete with Fang Shuai again." ”

After a while, the rumbling sound of horses' hooves in the rear approached, and then one by one the wildebeest of various colors broke through the dense fog and continued to rush forward without stopping, leaving behind a long dragon of white mist rolling high in the rear.

The sound of "Rumble!" suddenly sounded from the north peak, rushing down from the ethereal peak like a galloping horse.

Although it was a sloping place, hundreds of wildebeest of various colors poured out of the dense fog, led by a red wildebeest in the lead, and rushed to the bottom of the slope without fear.

"Bang bang!" several loud bangs, several wildebeest slammed into each other under surprise, and then people turned on their backs, and the mournful neighing of the horses became chaotic.

The Secret Ball of the Distant Earth Hatred Technique sealed the distant land with a sharp arrow that broke through the obstruction of the dense fog, slid across the long sky, and swept towards the depths of the dense fog without hesitation.

"Get out of your uncle, deflated three things, get in the way of your grandfather's road!" a thick voice suddenly exploded in the thick fog, followed by a ping-pong sound.

"Ying Lao'er, don't be arrogant, watch your grandfather cut your dog's leg!" A red wildebeest burst out of the oblique stab, and immediately a fierce military general swung his knife and rushed towards the field.

For a while, the shouting and scolding on the high slope came and went, which was mixed with the chaotic sound of swords and swords, and the heavy wheezing of wildebeests.

"That's natural, Fang Shuai's mount is precious, and it is usually not allowed to be touched by others, except for himself and his entourage who specializes in taking care of the red horse, others dare to touch that horse and wait to be severely punished by Fang Shuai!"

The morning mist in the mountains did not want to disperse for a long time, the big day was approaching, and the mountains and ravines below were still shrouded in white mist, and the morning mist in it showed no sign of weakening, only a wisp of gray mist above the edge gradually rose into the air and dissipated, revealing a verdant mountain forest.

"Boom!" Immediately several sharp arrows burst through the air from a mountain forest covered in thick fog, and pierced mercilessly towards a young man on the back of a green horneed horse below.

"Ding, ding!" There was a chaotic sound, and the arrows finally sank into the dirt below, and the shaking feathers of the arrows died down after a long time.

With the rising of the great sun, the morning mist in the valley and ravines gradually began to surge, like a blizzard blowing across the earth, like an autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, in the blink of an eye, the silent pieces of morning mist all rolled up, like a giant snake swimming through it, and a roll of white waves floated by.

The chaotic sound of fighting did not subside for a long time, like the white mist shrouded in the mountains, but it became thicker and thicker.

The mist rose from the ground, condensed in mid-air, and continued to form a piece, long since the misty illusion of the early morning, and turned into a cloud of mist of different shapes.

The star is not far away, and the ghost wife Cha Feng Zao Yu Ke saw a heroic wildebeest with a red body and a burning cloud leap out of the dense fog, slamming into the wet dirt ground below like fire sweeping the blue sky.