: 957. Stepping into the southern temperament

Yan Zhaoge sat on the back of Panpan, coming out from the boundary channel and seeing the outside environment, not to be happy.
I saw several Wutongpo martial artists, and now they are battling around the two three-legged elders.
Although several of the Wutongpo warriors were all trained in the level of God, but the ones they learned were superb, and the two elders of the Sanjiao Mountain were seriously injured by Yan Zhaoge.
So that the Wutongpo people have the upper hand.
However, after Yan Zhao’s song appeared, it was convenient to stop.
The Wutong Po, who is here, is surprised to see Yan Zhaoge.
Although they are as high as the top of Zhuang Zhaohui, they only have Miaofeifeng and Jintingshan in their sights, and they can’t look down on Yan Zhaoge and Guangcheng Mountain.
However, Yan Zhao song killed their same door, appearance appearance, Feng Yishan Wu Tongpo Wu people have long been familiar with the heart, will not admit mistakes.
Zhuang Zhaohui and others entered Zongyuanguan Dongfu did not come out, but instead Yanzhao song came out from it, so that these Wutongpo warriors were in doubt.
After a brief mistake, several people attacked Yan Zhaoge together!
The Southern Supreme Village has strict rules in the early days.
As long as Yan Zhaoge dares to step into the southern realm of the dynasty, he will not be able to take it.
Not to mention the other strong people in the southern Yantian environment, Fengyishan Wutongpo is the southern Supreme Zhuang deep under the door, of course, strictly obey the order of the head, unceremonious shot.
Yan Zhao song sat on the back of Panpan, his body did not move at all, just extended his right hand.
He turned over the palm of his hand, and in the eyes of those of the Sycamore Poe, the world suddenly turned over!
The vast amount of Fan Tianyin’s palms are everywhere, sweeping the square.

The mountains are endless, and a large number of Lingming trees are growing, covering the mountains. It is like the Mianshan Mountains in the northern part of the southern Yantian...
Yan Zhaoge took a look around and looked around.
He has always looked at intelligence and news, and has long clashed with the Southern Supreme. It is natural to prepare more.
A variety of intelligence information can be collected, collected as much as possible, who knows which day will come in handy?
Southern Yantian, although Yan Zhaoge himself came here, for the first time, some of the landmarks that are more important here have already been inquired through various channels.
At this moment, we can observe the geomorphological features of the surrounding environment. Although we are still not sure, we only feel like a place in the northern part of the southern city.
Although it fell on the ground in the southern world, Yan Zhaoge did not panic.
Raise your hand and solve these disciples in front of you.
He is not addicted to killing, but it is not a bad thing to start a life.
Although these Wutongpo warriors are also faintly jealous of Yan Zhaoge in their hearts, they still subconsciously rushed up.
When they found out that things were not as simple as they thought, they had already regretted it.
Instead, the two three-legged elders, one mind fled, and when Yan Zhao songs tidy up those Pu Tong Po people, they did not return to the distance.
The two men also watched and ran away in two directions, hoping to escape.
Yan Zhao song smiled and took the head of Panpan, and then he vacated himself and chased the three-legged elders of the Xianqiao Wusheng realm.
Panpan carries Ahu, chasing another opponent who sees the realm of the gods.
The other party has been seriously injured, whether it is playing or running, they are not even more hopeful.
The three-legged elders of the Xianjiuwu Bible Street felt the horror behind them. When they turned around, they suddenly became stunned.
"Yan Zhao Ge, you and my three-legged mountain are unfavorable, you must know..."
His words have not been finished, and he has been interrupted by Yan Zhaoge: "Who is the person behind you, I am very clear, but this does not affect me."
"There are many people waiting for you, and you are waiting for you below. You are not lonely on the road."
Between the talks, I have already hit the palm of my hand!
The other side is stunned and unbelievable: "You actually..."
Halfway through, it has been broken by Yan Zhaoge’s palm and the head is blooming.
Killing each other, Yan Zhao song does not stop, calmly turned and chased in the other direction.
However, between the two, he has caught up and can see the back of Ahu sitting on Panpan.

Is it solved?
Yan Zhao’s song fell silently on the back of Panpan’s back:
I’m not bloody, I’m not doing it?

A tiger replied eccentrically: "The son, there was a little accident."
He reached out and pointed to the distance.
In fact, he did not need to point out. After discovering that Panpan did not kill the other party, Yan Zhao’s eyes looked around and looked at that direction.
There, there are two people who are fighting.
Yan Zhao’s songs are fixed, and one of them is the three-legged elder, the other is a young man.
The age of the young man looks like twenty, up and down, in a red dress, fast and thunder.
Its true age, Yan Zhaoge Guanzhi, more than twenty, but compared to its cultivation as a realm, is still very young enough to make most people shocked.
It is very rare for such a young Wu Sheng to be a real warrior in the whole world.
His appearance could have been handsome, but there was a stern scar on his cheek that ruined his right eye.
But the young man did not care about the wound on his face, only staring at the three-legged elders.
With all his efforts, he has no energy to take care of his own injuries, so that his right face is bloody.
The three-legged mountain elders have long been the Wu Shengqiang who broke the void and saw the true God. Before they were helpless, they were seriously injured by Yan Zhao, and they could not play out.
He was afraid that Yan Zhao songs would catch up, so he just wanted to escape as soon as possible.
But the more fearful, the more they suffer, so that they are entangled in an opponent whose realm is far below their own.
However, after Yan Zhao’s song looked at it, he couldn’t help but come to the interest:
Hey, there are two sons.

Although the opponent is difficult to play because of this or the reason, the strength of the red youth is far from comparable to that of the same industry.
Do not say that the same as the opponent of Wu Sheng's realm, it is the majority of Wushu's dual realm of war, I am afraid that they will not be able to rival this red youth.
Although he was bare-handed, he set his hand like a knife, and every time he broke out, he picked up the thunder.
That thunder, red as blood, horrible.
Under the runway, the three-legged mountain warriors who let the eyes shine in the big days are all like a color.
The thunder and the knife light merged into a furnace, stirring the earth and shaking the wind and smashing the road.
The youth in red is awkward, and roaring loudly is like rolling a thunder. It is completely a desperate posture, fighting for life and attacking his opponent.
"Speaking, it seems that there is a feeling. The three-legged mountain person also has a living person in the miniature capsule." Yan Zhao song touched his chin: "At that time, he thought he was repaired as a lower door."

"It seems to be a prisoner now?"
Ahu nodded: "Yes, it didn't take long for Pan and Panpan to catch up. The man's sleeve suddenly burst, and a red light rushed out and turned to him."
"I think it should be that the injury is too heavy to continue to succumb to the captives in the ban."
He scratched his head: "The result, before we start, the two of them will fight first."