Chapter 1870: :Three gas saints [four more]

Thinking of this, Su Yi’s heart is not only without waves, but also because this woman is somewhat boring.
If everyone knows that Su Yi’s mind is such an idea, I am afraid that the hatred of Su Yi will rise exponentially.
"Why, do you look dumbfounded?" Chang Meng was squinting at his head, and his eyes seemed to contain a few embarrassing feelings.
"Do you think that you look good?" Su Yi went straight back without mercy.
Obviously, Su Yi was not expected to react. He often had absolute confidence in his body and appearance. He stepped back two steps, and the ultimate figure in front of him was like the most beautiful picture flowing in front of Su Yi.
An intoxicating gentleness makes the countless warriors in the audience obsessed and screams.
"I think I am much better than Liu Ruoxi! What do you think?"
The words fall, often dreams of turning their eyes to the stage of Liu Ruoyi, the endless ridicule and arrogance in the eyes seem to represent her future sacredness in the world.
The nine holy women who are as high as others in the eyes of others are simply worthless.
"Su Yi..." Liu Ruoyu's body is in the wind, with a handful of delicate hands clenched slightly.
If Zhengda is playing brightly, Liu Ruoxuan will not be afraid of anything at all, but often dreams of such an offensive, inexplicably in the heart of the sea has a sense of acidity.
Over the head, the unparalleled eyelids are set on Duanmu Yuman, and the temperament is stunned. For example, Duanmuman, who is out of the cloud, seems to stand on a high mountain, and it is difficult for anyone to reach out.
However, Liu Ruoxi knows that only Frosty is in her eyes, but she has no feeling of fighting for the wind.
"The Duanmu Gongzhu also likes Su Yi, but why can't I be so sour?"
Liu Ruoqi smiled a bit, who is not worried about himself?
When the wind is over, its fate will be completely overwhelming. Which one has a high ranking, it is necessary to shoulder the mission of the Holy Mountain, find the sword of the heavens, and inherit the sacred mountain.
And I can only help the New Emperor with all my heart, unconsciously feel the snow red building that has ended by me and the long wind, and my heart is filled with loneliness and feelings.
On the battle platform, the two seem to match each other's eyes, one is very elegant, one is flattering and affectionate.
I saw Su Yi shook his head and said in a loud voice: "First, on the appearance, you are better than my master, the goddess, the Duanmuman!"
Random, screaming, gaze gaze, Su Yi looked up and down the usual dreams, holding his chin in his hand and said seriously.
"The temperament of you, you are losing Liu Liuyi's ten thousand miles!"
The previous sentence has made Chang Meng’s eyes change sharply. After the second sentence, the eyes of Chang Meng’s eyes are even more flamboyant, and the face is cold!
The biggest taboo of a woman is that she is not as good as someone else! Especially this self-righteous woman who sees no friends!
It is even more important for him to recognize the reality.
Su Yi stopped the regular dream from the shape of the preparation for the sudden advance, the palm of the hand to the outside, the loud voice: "Third, at your age, wrinkles are almost there, but it is not comparable to my wife, Liu Ruo!"
Three sentences, one sentence is awkward, and everyone knows the consequences of angering a woman.
What's more, the saints of the holy mountain, countless people are also sighing Su Yi courage, but also annoyed Su Yi.
Actually, I am thinking about such a beautiful woman, language attack!
Chang Meng’s anger within the eyes has already rushed to the point where it can’t be added. The knuckles are purple, and the sound of screaming is full of people.
"I wanted to let you join the holy mountain. Now I change my mind. Go to hell! Go to hell!"
Su Yi mouth provoked a cold smile, the hands and hands printed rapidly condensed, the smashing waves slammed into the fields, and a hot fire slammed the space in front of him.
The constant dreams of passing through space seem to have become somewhat distorted, and Su Yi finally added one sentence.
"There is still a sentence for you, don't think that you are a treasure, you are in my eyes! But it is a group of excrement!"
"I am going! I dare say it!"
"That is the saint of the holy mountain. Do people show you good things, so they are so insulting directly?"
"Is he and the holy mountain's festival so deep?"
Su Yi’s last sentence completely shocked everyone’s eyes. While looking at Su Yi, he also paid attention to the expression of the Holy Man.
The sacred face was cold, and there seemed to be some helpless emotions in the eyes. However, the sacred fire was already furious, and the flying white hair spread and was stopped by several people before it rushed to the scene.
As a elder of the elders, although he has long been thinking about returning to cultivation, he has always had a lot of feelings for these saints and saints who grew up watching.
The future of Mount Shengshan is in the holy mountain, playing the holy son and the holy woman, is to level the holy mountain.
There is no difference like the mountain gate that collapsed Su Yi!
"He and the Holy Mountain's grievances are too deep!" Shengzun shook his head and knew that except for Liu Ruoxi, I am afraid no one will solve this grievance.
Among the crowd, a short figure constantly nodded, and it was Su’s singer’s heart.
"Well, this is the person I am looking for!"
Situ Liuyun shook his head and whispered: "In the Shenjian door, Su Yi is too mad, Mu Yao is too proud, but the talent of these two people is high!"
At present, Shenjianmen has already created the best record in thousands of years. Liuyun has lost and Muyao has successfully entered the top 200.
When the person and the cloud Lingfeng that he did not recognize, he also entered the top 200, but the heart of Situ Liuyun was not happy.
Looking at the top of the battle platform, the heart is so proud, the style of Su Yi, the Situ Liu Yun's heart is mixed.
If there was no pressure on the Zongmen at that time, waiting for Su Yi to return, the current Shenjian Gate should have a different scene!
Hidden behind Situ Liuyun, a pair of dark eyes like a ghost, staring at Su Yi in front of him.
"Su Yi, I want you to be in front of everyone, pity for me!" Yun Ling wind is like a knife, the whole person is dark and horrible, and his complexion has changed from white to black.
"boom!"
On the stage, the dream is always bleeding. The holy king protects the body from the whole body. A long sword stands proudly in the air, and the shadow behind it condenses. The image of the holy king directly shoots out.
"You really think that I am looking at you in the Yuan Emperor's double! In the end, I will pay for the rain marks!" Chang Meng is so stunned!
In a short moment, the image of the Holy King will directly sway the ripples around the space in front of him.
In time, the energy of the heavens and the earth is gathering, the wind is stirring, and the golden light of the majestic smashes through the space.
The tide of the soul, such as the tide, collapsed from the sky at the moment when the image of the Holy King fluttered, and a space crack spread around the moment and spread!
"go to hell!"
The overbearing golden light is overwhelming, and the surrounding space is broken. Suddenly, the huge handprint of the statue of the King is smashed down!