Da Bong fights more people

After ten years of scholarly business spirit, the depression in my chest has finally been calmed down now.

Hengyuan clasped his hands together, bowed his head slightly, and remained silent, as if he was recalling the junior he had brought up.

"My father will be very happy knowing that Emperor Dafeng was killed, and he will think about fighting."

Lina said: "He likes fighting very much. He said that the women in Dafeng are the best, the clothes are the best, the house is the best, and everything is the best. Everything must be taken."

Lina's father is a spiritualist, but there is something wrong with the way of being spiritual.

I admire Dafenghua very much, and I admire everything in Dafeng, so I want to grab everything.

...........

"Waste, waste, waste!"

The Daoist chief who stepped on the black lotus roared hoarsely:

"Joan is a waste. She practiced for 40 years, and all her cultivation was on cats. She was beheaded by a kid who had practiced martial arts for less than a year."

He was a little pissed off.

Emperor Zhende entrusted him to take action to contain Luo Yuheng, and the reward was to help him deal with Jinlian after the matter was completed.

Hei Lian has been longing for the integrity of her primordial spirit for many years. He lost to Luo Yuheng today because of his strength.Everyone is almost at the peak of the tribulation period, and no one is weaker than the other.

But his primordial spirit is incomplete, and the most powerful means of Taoism is the primordial spirit domain.

He is being severely injured by Luo Yuheng right now, if Joan of Arc wins, it's all worth it.

As a result, stealing chickens will not lose rice.

The in situ explosion of Daoist Qi.

Luo Yuheng, with breasts straight, waist slender, and handsome appearance, shook his sword flower, and said, "I have only been practicing Taoism for 34 years, uncle."

Hei Lian's expression froze, Luo Yuheng was a generation younger than him, but the current situation is that he was being suppressed and beaten by Luo Yuheng.

As soon as he finished scolding Emperor Joan of Arc's cultivation cat, Luo Yuheng turned around and slapped him.

The next moment, like an enraged lion, he roared:

"You are less proud, you are less proud, your breath is boiling now, like a surging sea tide, and the karmic fire deposited underneath will explode immediately. Let me see how you can escape this calamity."

Luo Yuheng lived in seclusion in the capital for many years, and never fought with others. At most, he manipulated the avatar instead of the main body to show up.

This is because she needs to rely on her cultivation to suppress the fire of karma.

Now that she is going all out to attack, the karmic fire that was firmly suppressed in the past will surely come back.

After Hei Lian finished cursing, she suddenly froze for a moment. He saw Luo Yuheng smile brightly.

She turned her head slightly and glanced in the direction of the capital.

That guy is now at the third rank, and he beheaded Joan of Arc again, no matter his cultivation or spirit, he is enough to match her.

............

Observatory.

Salun Agu stood on the edge of the gossip table, squinting his eyes, looking at the proud figure standing in the sky, he took a breath, and said:

"It turns out that half of Dafeng's luck is on him. Is this your plan?"

The supervisor stood with his hands behind his back, shoulder to shoulder with him, and said lightly:

"That's right.

"Joan of Arc thinks that she is lucky, and I will not touch him, and I can't touch him. It is true. For warlocks, regicide is the foundation of self-destruction. The higher the level, the greater the backlash.

"It doesn't matter if you are a faint king or a tyrant, as long as you sit on the dragon chair for a day, you will be the king of a country. For other high-level practitioners, the luck of the emperor in the world is added to the body, and the karma of killing the king is not a last resort. , no one wants to compete with him.

"Joan is full of confidence, thinking that everything is under control, but he forgot that practitioners above the third rank are unwilling to compete with him, but I can cultivate a person who is willing to compete with him.

"A pawn who crosses the river has no way to retreat, but he can kill the king. He finally comprehended this "meaning", and it is not in vain to waste my many gifts."

Sarun Agu narrowed his eyes and said, "So, Wei Yuan's death is also in your plan?"

The prisoner stretched out his hand, grabbed into the void, grabbed out the wine glass, took a sip of the wine, and said leisurely:

"Wei Yuan wanted to die on his own, so it has nothing to do with me. I just calculated to this point, and then made arrangements in advance according to what will happen in the future."

Sarun Agu let out a sigh of relief: "Does Wei Yuan know?"

The prisoner nodded and smiled:

"He analyzed it. Otherwise, why did he leave the blood pill? He was able to seal the witch god without worrying about it because he expected that Joan would die."

As he said that, the supervisor looked into the distance, and sighed, "He even made it to that point. I really didn't think of that."

Sarun Agu frowned, he didn't understand the meaning of Jian Zheng's words.

The supervisor smiled and said: "Don't think about it, the secret of heaven has been blocked, and it has nothing to do with you. You, a great wizard, can't predict anything."

With the fall of Emperor Jeanne, the contest between the two first-rank masters slowed down. Jian Zheng didn't take the opportunity to beat the dog in the water. Although this was his home field, he wanted to kill a great wizard who had lived for thousands of years.

The price will be that the land of the capital will be turned into wasteland.

Not that necessary.

Sarun Agu frowned, and pondered: "Did you shield him from the secrets?"

He was referring to Xu Qi'an.

The prisoner asked, "Why do you ask that?"

Salun Agu said calmly: "Before coming to the capital, I made a divination, and Joan of Arc's divination seemed to be juxtaposed of good and bad, which meant that he would face life and death. But I also made a divination for Xu Qi'an, you guess the divination How is the elephant?"

The supervisor is silent.

Saren Agu showed a strange smile: "It's a bad omen!"

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Yunlu Academy.

With the help of the academy students, Second Uncle Xu carried the heavy salutes onto the carriage one by one.

There are antique calligraphy and paintings, bedding and clothes, and daily necessities, all of which are numerous.