Chapter 342: : Helping!

What is the identity of Elder Su, how can it be for these foreign affairs.
What's more, who doesn't know, the elders' temper is eccentric, and there are no days in the Shenjianmen.
Listening to the words of Tengming, the remaining teenagers were originally jealous, and they all relaxed again at this moment, one by one sneer.
The elders of the Supreme Court, although no one in the door dares to provoke, but how can they help a few of the comrades in the cross.
Taking advantage of Teng Ming and so on, today I am going to rob everyone of Pei Yuan Dan, Xu Jiahui face dark and self-sufficient.
Although there are many people, the five disciples are one year earlier than the time when they "he" enter the mountain gate. The strength is stronger than that of her "he".
There are many people here, but they are not opponents.
Don't grind it, hand over Pei Yuan Dan, why not toast and not to eat fine wine!
Teng Ming visually Xu Jiahui and other faces sneer, his body volatility, slowly moving forward, the wood looked disdainful, never put this group of people in mind.
I want to grab Pei Yuan Dan, I am fighting with you!
The head is not tall, and the sturdy youthful eyes are full of anger. The body suddenly has the strength to sweep out. The golden metality is sturdy, with a sharp trend, the footsteps are stepping forward, and the figure suddenly rushes forward. A punch in the hand directly hit the Tengming.
This boxing contains a kind of martial arts and is quite powerful.
The metality is sharp, and the sound of the wind that ‘呜呜’ is heard in the air.
Zhang Qing, you are not self-reliant, toasting, not eating and drinking, to fulfill you.
In the face of the punch of the young boy, Teng Ming was not concerned about it at the moment, with a faint sneer in his face, and his foot stepped out. Before the former punched, he quickly passed away.
A punch passed from the shoulder of Tengming, and the sharpness of the whistling whistling, shook his hair.
But this moment, Teng Ming's face sinking, the speed is very fast, a kick kicked in the young belly that called Zhang Qing.
boom!
Under the faint sound of muffled sound, Zhang Qing’s body suddenly collapsed, and blood was sprayed directly from his mouth.
Zhang Qing is careful, Teng Ming, you are too damn!
Xu Jiahui Jiao drink, the shadow inside the shadow is filled with time, the white palms are explored, the five fingers are long, the vitality is gathering, there is a green light fluctuation, and it is shot toward Tengming.
Why should Jiahui’s sister come out for these useless guys? If you are willing, Pei Yuandan will naturally not want Jiahui’s sister. When I become a disciple, I will find a way to make Jiahui’s sister become inside. Disciple!
While Teng Ming spoke, his hands were not empty, his arms were shaking, and he was quite a bit imposing. The same palm was shot toward Xu Jiahui.
Oh!
Two strong winds collided, palm prints touched, touched, and the wind spread, surrounded by sand and stone.
Hey.
Xu Huixin's footsteps, quite curved, with a tender body, back and forth, a few steps back to stabilize, a little pale on the delicate face.
But this time, Teng Ming’s body also stepped back from the back, and the complexion had a glimmer of light.
Less nonsense, I want to be an inner disciple, I will fight for it, you still have to become an inner disciple before you say it!
Xu Jiahui stabilized his body, staring at Tengming, biting his teeth, and his body was once again richer, and the atmosphere of the Eight Spirits was unreserved.
Listening to Xu Jiahui's words, there is a dull color in Teng Ming's face.
I heard that Jiahui Shimei is a good talent, but since this is the case, then just verify it!
Teng Ming’s voice fell, his right foot slowly lifted, and then crashed.
boom!
Suddenly, a low-pitched roar of energy rang from the Tengming foot, and the wave of energy and the impact of the Yuan Dynasty’s souls swept out.
This momentum is obviously stronger than that of Xu Jiahui.
Teng Ming sneer, this time must enter the inner door, otherwise the opportunity will become smaller and smaller.
If you can get a few more Pei Yuan Dan recently, you can improve your score by one point. When you get into the inner door, you will get one more point.
Jia Hui Shimei is so ignorant of the lift, then it’s also blame me for not being pity!
As the voice fell, the transparent figure ran straight out and rushed out against Xu Jiahui.
The Yuan dynasty is eight-fold, although it is extraordinary, but I have already been the Yuan soul of the nine souls, one heavy is a mountain, Jia Hui sister, you will not be an opponent!
A blink of an eye, Teng Ming figure appeared in front of Xu Jiahui, the hands of the blue light flashing, a fist clenched, wrapped in green and brilliant, the air whistling, and directly rushed to Xu Jiahui.
Xu Jiahui's red lips clenched, and the delicate face showed a kind of perseverance. He raised his hand and punched it. He rushed toward the former and collided with the former.
boom!
Two fists collided, and now there was a muffled sound from the two punches, and the green light and the green volatility were mixed with the vitality.
Oh la la la
Xu Jiahui rubbed his feet against the ground and it was difficult to compete.
I said, you will not be my opponent!
Teng Ming sneered, the figure was only a slight shock, and he had stabilized his body shape after half a step back. Then he immediately deceived himself, the handprints condensed, and a fingerprint of a condensed green color suddenly swept out.
call out
Under the envelope of the vitality, this fingerprint is like an electric arc, and the sharp wind whistling, and if it is lightning, it will directly plung into the shoulder of Xu Jiahui.
Xu Jiahui is retreating, it is impossible to avoid it, and it is difficult to compete against it. His face has changed greatly, and his pale face is eclipsed.
Jiahui Shimei is careful!
Zhang Qing and other young girls are also shocked, exclaimed, but unable to help, they are even more opponents.
Hey
Containing the sturdy and sturdy fingerprints, just as he plunged into the shoulders of Xu Jiahui, a gray figure suddenly appeared, waving and moving, and the long sleeves swept away, and the sharp fingerprints disappeared directly in front of them.
Suddenly the change, Xu Jiahui's first look was very different.
Stopping the retreat, Xu Jiahui looked up at the eyes, and the back of the picture showed a special temperament, straight and like a gun, like a mountain!
This back is very familiar, so Xu Jiahui dawned brightly.
The gaze of the road suddenly fell on the suddenly appearing figure.
Suddenly there was a 16-year-old boy with black long hair shawl and skin bronze, but it was a warm jade feeling.
The boy's face is sharp and angular, with a smashed sword that is extremely fascinating, and rusty, like a broken copper and iron.
It’s Su Yi, who wants to leave. This is the Shenjian Gate, and I don’t want to get into trouble.
But after hearing the voice of Xu Jiahui, Su Yi could not stand by.