Chapter 312: All utopian disciples suppress

However, the dissatisfaction turned to dissatisfaction, Li Xiaoxiao still took his hands from Fang Qi's neck, and Fang Qi felt the sudden attack on the soft meat...
"Cher...light..."
"Xiaoyi, you help pull it!"
Facts have proved that women are the same when they are jealous... even if they were as soft as water before... jealousy instantly turned into a roar of Hedong!
With the order of the master of the city, the Seven Doors and Twelve Clubs began to send 20 gang monks one after another.
At this time, in fact, we can clearly see the gap between the Seven Gates and the Twelve Meetings.
More than half of the seven players were Yuanying monks.
In the twelfth meeting, there can be three or five Yuanying monks already burning high fragrance!
The 100-year-old bone infant monk is not as good as the 50-year-old bone infant monk, but it is also quite remarkable to a certain extent.
Fang Qi's mouth, mouth, mouth, these seven doors have been able to dominate Huatian City for so many years, there is indeed something...
"It's him, it's him, dad, it's me he killed, you must avenge me, I want to kill him! Kill him!"
At the location of Haishamen, a young man wrapped in black robe made a hoarse voice.
One of the ears was removed, and Wei Zhongtian was afraid to come out to meet people now, but his arm was connected at a cost. However, he is still not fit and still has to rest for two days.
Originally on this occasion today, Wei Yunfeng, the master of Haishamen Gate, was not prepared to bring him over, but Wei Zhongtian once begged that Wei Yunfeng could not help but bring him over.
"Zhongtian, you don't have to be "hairy", I have already arranged it, and the utopia is a bit more powerful. This combat meeting, as long as our monks in Haishamen encounter their utopian monks, they will surely treat them Devastation! Let him be a lesson!"
"As for Fang Qi... I'll solve it for you personally, you can rest assured that you are my son, he dare to hurt you, I will not make him feel better!"
auzw.com Wei Yunfeng's eyes flickered, and his son was trained as an heir. Although he was a bit young, he wasn't able to become a talent with a little training.
Now one ear is gone, and the whole person has been scrapped. The whole day is in a trance. Wei Yunfeng, the father, looked especially distressed.
His hatred for Fang Qi is not low at all, but he is afraid of the relationship between the Lord of the City and Fang Qi, so he hasn't done anything...
I can't move for the time being, but it's okay to give him a lesson by killing a few utopians first!
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Fighting Conference, Xiaoyaomen Station.
"You remember it for me, when I met a Utopian disciple and beat me to death, whoever dared to put water, I beat his dog head!"
Zhao Wuji said to the twenty monks participating in the war in front of Xiaoyaomen.
Li Xiaoxiao, this shameless slut! I used to chase you for so many days before, like a flatterer behind you every day, when did you look at me?
Nowadays, for such a man, I post one after another...
Zhao Wuji looked at Li Xiaoxiao around Fang Qi's neck, and the killing intention in his eyes was unabashed.
No one wants to get what he can't get!
What he can't get, he will destroy it!
Seven doors and twelve meetings!
This combat conference is destined not to be too ordinary!
The seven doors are basically the focus of competition each time...
As for the twelfth meeting, most of them are soy sauce... can win the top 20 places can cheer...