Chapter 785: Three Kings Heshou 7

"When the widow was healed by the king of medicine, the widows remembered it, but the king of medicine saved the widow, for the sake of grace. After the widow was good, he also offered the kindness that was owed. Although the widowed person felt it, but between the islands There is no default."
The icy sound sounded, Xuanyuan Che said a word back to Murong invincible to meet the meaning of love, cold and sweeping Murong invincible.
Murong invincible suddenly chilled.
At the same time, Xuanyuan Che sleeves waved, and Xuan Yiyi and Chen Taihou, who stood up unconsciously, sat down on a large chair.
The Emperor Taihang and the Queen Mother will stand up to you with no name.
This is the case of the island, it is not good, but also what kind of friendship, no fall of the power of Tianchen. Looking for the door, fear, can solve the problem, not to mention, he has never been afraid of him.
A slight smile appeared on the lips. Yao Wang looked at Xuanyuan Che, who was covered with cold and cold, and slowly nodded: "Xuan Xuan Che, I know you are good, now it looks really good."
"The widows are not good, there is no qualification for the evaluation of the island." Xuanyuan Che's lips raised his eyebrows and responded to the drug king's smile, the demon charm was born, but the coldness of the fundus was chilling.
Yaowang listened to the eyebrows of a cold, the Xuanyuan Che on the front of the mans, the eyebrows sinking, and the sleeves on the jade floor, the iron box on the jade floor was immediately pushed forward by three points. .
"I hope Tianchen Wang likes it."
When the voice fell, the power king in the blue shirt suddenly stepped forward and swayed on the iron wooden box.
In an instant, I saw the ironwood box, shattered from the direction of the uppermost layer, and a little bit, the layer was shattered and turned into powder.
The reality of the people in the hall is almost as thick as two fingers. The hardest ironwood is crushed into powder under the invisible palm.
The unsettled one is like the power of the people, and the faces on the hall have changed.
Slowly leaning back on the dragon chair, Xuanyuan's eyes are cold.
A sleeve swung away, the ironwood ash that was completely broken into powder, was scattered by the sleeve of the drug king, and was sent out into the air, with a scent of ironwood.