Vol 7 Chapter 150: I was born

Dongfang Yan secretly hates that these two guys don't know what to do, and they should teach them something about self-deprecation. ≧ One ＞ Novel≤
Dai Hu clenched his fist: "The suzerain's words are heavy, and he is also asked to give us advice." Although the words were polite, they were obviously challenging, mentioning the stick on the side and striding to the heart of the palace.
Although Huangfu Shouzhuo knows Li Moyin's cleverness, he also wants to see how many of these Momen Sovereigns who have been asked to get it back, what is the surprise of the art industry? On the other hand, he also wants to make Dongfang Lulu a master. The masters in the house will work together in the future and seek great cause, so Rongrong said: "It is up to you, the sovereign of the East, but you will be there soon, so you won't be hurt." Wink, showing that this was just a scene, so he didn't need to mind.
When Dai Hu saw the encouragement of the "King of Kings", he was very excited. In his hand, the "Death Stick" turned out thousands of golden lights, and the hall was murderous for a while and the cold light flashed.
Dong Fang smiled slightly, and without any action, flickered, and suddenly left the table, standing three feet in front of the tip of Dai Hu's stick.
Everyone held their breath and waited nervously.
Tao Wu, another master who sat on the bench as a spectator, was surprised. He had witnessed Dong Fang's shot for the second time. The first time was a mouth in the morning. Now it is the second time. He couldn't see his body style once, and asked how the enemy didn't know how to act, and how to use it. I couldn't help but secretly be glad that it wasn't himself standing in the field.
Dai Hu was also chilling when he stood on the field. Previously, he didn't think there was any cleverness in Dongfang. He thought that he was insulted entirely because of that ghost-like Yin Jiuyou attracted attention. If he concentrates his mind, he can definitely prevent Dongfang. Attack, but I did n’t expect to look at the other side this time, and still could n’t see the movement, and although Dongfang was outside Sanzhang, but a pair of eye masks fixed himself, he did n’t seem to move at all-- Including the tremor of the pores and the strength of the exhalation, they can hide from each other and have a feeling of uncomfortable being seen.
But now it is a tiger rider, roaring, and mobilizing the whole body's power, it is like a thunderbolt to power the East.
Huang Fu's frown was awkward, which is still more skill in the feast, clearly fighting with his life.
Others don't have that kind of eyesight, seeing Dai Hu's mighty looks, forgetfulness and appetite.
Dai Hu's life-saving stick is made of 10,000-year-old black iron and is only six feet in length, which is half shorter than the usual life-saving stick. It is similar to Meng Yuanzhang's "natural machine stick", giving a practical and powerful sense of lethality. In the blink of an eye, his strong and steady footsteps pushed him to ten feet in front of his opponent.
Dongfang Ling stood still, closed her eyes suddenly, and put her hands behind her.
The crowd screamed in astonishment.
Dai Hu burst into a thunderous thunder, and the life-threatening stick turned to the opponent's chest to pick it out, as fast as lightning.
Seeing flesh and blood splash.
Dong Fang throbbed. With a move, he had come to Dai Hu's left side, and his life-saving stick was stabbed in the air. Dai Hu had a flower in his eyes and lost his opponent's shadow. It turned out that the club was holding it by Dongfang's hand.
His hands are crystal clear, white as snow, and his fingers are long and graceful, just like a magic hand from the devil who has different powers.
Dai Hu was embarrassed and pulled hard. The "life-killer" should be pulled out, just to be beaten. Generally, the cold air was uploaded from the life-killer. Dai Hu's hands were stiff, and he almost gave up the stick and just insisted. In the past, another wave of force came from the stick, and if my chest was severely hit, my body was paralyzed halfway and I couldn't support it. I stepped back step by step, just three steps back, and it was a cold chill ...
I was attacked nine times by the cold and cold atmosphere, and retreated nine times, until I fell back into the seat, and then I lost my strength, took the momentum, my chest was rushing up and down, and he was very embarrassed. At the end of the round, he lost the battle. At this point, he finally realized that the power gap between himself and the Demon Sovereign was not something he could compete with.
The eyes of the "Monk" without any grudge suddenly lightened, and Shen drank: "Okay, good move [Nine Yin Condensation]!"
Dongfang Yan secretly hates that these two guys don't know what to do, and they should teach them something about self-deprecation.
Dai Hu clenched his fist: "The suzerain's words are heavy, and he is also asked to give us advice." Although the words were polite, they were obviously challenging, mentioning the stick on the side and striding to the heart of the palace.
Although Huangfu Shouzhuo knows Li Moyin's cleverness, he also wants to see how many of these Momen Sovereigns who have been asked to get it back, what is the surprise of the art industry? The masters in the house will work together in the future and seek great cause, so Rongrong said: "It is up to you, the sovereign of the East, but you will be there soon, so you won't be hurt." Wink, showing that this was just a scene, so he didn't need to mind.
When Dai Hu saw the encouragement of the "King of Kings", he was very excited. In his hand, the "Death Stick" turned out thousands of golden lights, and the hall was murderous for a while and the cold light flashed.
Dong Fang smiled slightly, and without any action, flickered, and suddenly left the table, standing three feet in front of the tip of Dai Hu's stick.
Everyone held their breath and waited nervously.
Tao Wu, another master who sat on the bench as a spectator, was surprised. He had witnessed Dong Fang's shot for the second time. The first time was a mouth in the morning. Now it is the second time. He couldn't see his body style once, and asked how the enemy didn't know how to act, and how to use it. I couldn't help but secretly be glad that it wasn't himself standing in the field.
Dai Hu was also chilling when he stood on the field. Previously, he didn't think there was any cleverness in Dongfang. He thought that he was insulted entirely because of that ghost-like Yin Jiuyou attracted attention. If he concentrates his mind, he can definitely prevent Dongfang. Attack, but I did n’t expect to look at the other side this time, and still could n’t see the movement, and although Dongfang was outside Sanzhang, but a pair of eye masks fixed himself, he did n’t seem to move at all-- Including the tremor of the pores and the strength of the exhalation, they can hide from each other and have a feeling of uncomfortable being seen.
But now it is a tiger rider, roaring, and mobilizing the whole body's power, it is like a thunderbolt to power the East.
Huang Fu's frown was awkward, which is still more skill in the feast, clearly fighting with his life.
Others don't have that kind of eyesight, seeing Dai Hu's mighty looks, forgetfulness and appetite.
Dai Hu's life-saving stick is made of 10,000-year-old black iron and is only six feet in length, which is half shorter than the usual life-saving stick. It is similar to Meng Yuanzhang's "natural machine stick", giving a practical and powerful sense of lethality. In the blink of an eye, his strong and steady footsteps pushed him to ten feet in front of his opponent.
Dongfang Ling stood still, closed her eyes suddenly, and put her hands behind her.
The crowd screamed in astonishment.
Dai Hu burst into a thunderous thunder, and the life-threatening stick turned to the opponent's chest to pick it out, as fast as lightning.
Seeing flesh and blood splash.
Dong Fang throbbed. With a move, he had come to Dai Hu's left side, and his life-saving stick was stabbed in the air. Dai Hu had a flower in his eyes and lost his opponent's shadow. It turned out that the club was holding it by Dongfang's hand.
His hands are crystal clear, white as snow, and his fingers are long and graceful, just like a magic hand from the devil who has different powers.
Dai Hu was embarrassed and pulled hard. The "life-killer" should be pulled out, just to be beaten. Generally, the cold air was uploaded from the life-killer. Dai Hu's hands were stiff, and he almost gave up the stick and just insisted. In the past, another wave of force came from the stick, and if my chest was severely hit, my body was paralyzed halfway and I couldn't support it. I stepped back step by step, just three steps back, and it was a cold chill ...
I was attacked nine times by the cold and cold atmosphere, and retreated nine times, until I fell back into the seat, and then I lost my strength, took the momentum, my chest was rushing up and down, and he was very embarrassed. At the end of the round, he lost the battle. At this point, he finally realized that the power gap between himself and the Demon Sovereign was not something he could compete with.
The eyes of the "Monk" without any grudge suddenly lightened, and Shen drank: "Okay, good move [Nine Yin Condensation]!"
Dongfang Yan secretly hates that these two guys don't know what to do, and they should teach them something about self-deprecation.
Dai Hu clenched his fist: "The suzerain's words are heavy, and he is also asked to give us advice." Although the words were polite, they were obviously challenging, mentioning the stick on the side and striding to the heart of the palace.
Although Huangfu Shouzhuo knows Li Moyin's cleverness, he also wants to see how many of these Momen Sovereigns who have been asked to get it back, what is the surprise of the art industry? The masters in the house will work together in the future and seek great cause, so Rongrong said: "It is up to you, the sovereign of the East, but you will be there soon, so you won't be hurt." Wink, showing that this was just a scene, so he didn't need to mind.
When Dai Hu saw the encouragement of the "King of Kings", he was very excited. In his hand, the "Death Stick" turned out thousands of golden lights, and the hall was murderous for a while and the cold light flashed.
Dong Fang smiled slightly, and without any action, flickered, and suddenly left the table, standing three feet in front of the tip of Dai Hu's stick.
Everyone held their breath and waited nervously.
Tao Wu, another master who sat on the bench as a spectator, was surprised. He had witnessed Dong Fang's shot for the second time. The first time was a mouth in the morning. Now it is the second time ~ www. EbookFREE.me ~ I can't see his body style every time. I can't help but secretly be glad that it's not myself who is standing in the field.
Dai Hu was also chilling when he stood on the field. Previously, he didn't think there was any cleverness in Dongfang. He thought that he was insulted entirely because of that ghost-like Yin Jiuyou attracted attention. If he concentrates his mind, he can definitely prevent Dongfang. Attack, but I did n’t expect to look at the other side this time, and still could n’t see the movement, and although Dongfang was outside Sanzhang, but a pair of eye masks fixed himself, he did n’t seem to move at all-- Including the tremor of the pores and the strength of the exhalation, they can hide from each other and have a feeling of uncomfortable being seen.
But now it is a tiger rider, roaring, and mobilizing the whole body's power, it is like a thunderbolt to power the East.
Huang Fu's frown was awkward, which is still more skill in the feast, clearly fighting with his life.
Others don't have that kind of eyesight, seeing Dai Hu's mighty looks, forgetfulness and appetite.
Dai Hu's life-saving stick is made of 10,000-year-old black iron and is only six feet in length, which is half shorter than the usual life-saving stick. It is similar to Meng Yuanzhang's "natural machine stick", giving a practical and powerful sense of lethality. In the blink of an eye, his strong and steady footsteps pushed him to ten feet in front of his opponent. (To be continued.)