"Good! Since the third young master is so sincere! Then I will play with the third young master
When they heard that they were going to beat the little white face, they were excited to give up a circle about 20 meters in diameter in the blink of an eye.
Cheng Gang made a fist and posed: "how do you want to fight?"
"This is less fair, if you hurt me, even if you win! How about it? "
Ling Luoyu stands elegant and graceful, the breeze blows, the green silk slants, the clothes flutter, where there is just that kind of cynicism, eating and waiting for death lazy appearance.
Although Chenggang was shocked, he didn't think so.
Sample!
No matter how long a snake grows, it will not become a dragon.
Waste, after all, is nothing to fear.
In the roar of the tiger, Xuanling jiuzhong's mysterious Qi bursts out and bumps into Ling Luoyu.
Iron stone egg hurt to smack tongue, turn head not to look.
Xuanhuang Yizhong's accomplishments have been crushed into dregs by Ling Luoyu. What are you, Xuanling Jiuchong, who are you?!
"Bang!"
Ling Luoyu's mysterious Qi burst out, and he met Xuanling Jiuchong with the cultivation of Xuanling Badong.
Yuwen Dongxu is surprised. He doesn't expect Ling Luoyu to be Xuanling Bazhong.
Isn't she a waste without Xuanqi cultivation?!
In the heart is doubting, two dark gas collide, Cheng steel unexpectedly backward three steps, startled eyes.
They are all their own children. Ling Luoyu didn't kill him, so far.
The evil charm of the lips is light, and her head is raised.
"Chenggang, do you want to try again?"
Cheng Gang shook his head slowly.
What else do you try!
Just that touch, he already felt the surging power of Ling Luoyu.
That power is definitely more than the eight fold cultivation of Xuanling.