"How can it be justified? 【Fengyun Reading Network. And sitting next to the king of Haozang, a silver-haired old man, his face was as dark as water, and the whole person contained a trace of rage.

At this sound, Luo Yu beckoned the tail of the bird, his body flew diagonally, and he pressed his palm the vest of Feng Wuyan.

In an instant, the wind with two hands and one leg was wasted, and there was a miserable scream.

The body was hit into the air by the falling feather and flew up.

Luo Yu saw that a trace of ruthlessness flashed on his face, there were high and low levels in the ring competition, and there were mistakes, which was nothing to care about.

But Li Xuan's injury was deliberately caused by Feng Wuya.

If you can't even retract and release it freely, Feng Wuya won't stand here.

It is not his fault that he is arrogant and vicious.

The fault was that he hurt her teammates, and the fault was that he shouldn't be arrogant in front of her.

Without waiting for the wind to fall, Luo Yu's feet were a little on the ground, and he flew up, kicking towards the falling wind and boundless.

"Bang." Almost everyone around the ring heard the loud, dull thud.

Wind Boundless was kicked into the air again.

The bright red blood mist flew and spilled in midair.

"Presumptuous." The silver-haired old man sitting beside King Haozang stood up suddenly, and let out a furious voice, and as soon as his robe fell, he wanted to interfere.

Seeing this, the king of Haozang said slowly: "My seventh son was beaten like that, and the king of his country did not say anything.

In the ring competition, only the students voluntarily admit defeat, and no one is allowed to C hand.

Patriarch, do you want a C hand? ”

"How's that going? Can you stop me? "The silver-haired old man is very arrogant.

King Haozang smiled when he heard this: "If you can't stop it, your monarch doesn't know, and your monarch only knows that someone will stop it." ”

After that, he tilted his head slightly and bowed slightly to the window on the second floor next to him.

There, I don't know when Yun Jitian stood there.

At this time, he was looking down at the ring of falling feathers.

Although he didn't even glance at King Haozang from the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, the momentum was not a false display.

Seeing this, the silver-haired old man's arrogance suddenly suppressed a little.

"I don't know what secret the clan has obtained, and its strength has grown so fast."