Chapter 415: Elite Powerhouse "3 More"

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The two figures appeared from the horizon, and the speed was very fast. Between the two places, they arrived here and descended from the sky.
When everyone saw one of them, they couldn’t help but stay, and there was a bald head, wearing a robe, a monk.
The land of chaos, really enough chaos, the characters of the three religions and the nine streams, and now even the monks have appeared, and everyone's subconscious speculation, will there be a sin.
But everyone did not show any guilty heart because the other party was a bald head. The monk was with a monk in the late stage, his eyes were small, and occasionally the cold light flashed. The two came together and there was no humbleness. The points are obviously equal, and the monk is not simple.
"In the black, I saw two adults." The black robe man respectfully salutes.
"Seeing adults." Others are also very kind, very respectful.
"Yes, there are so many people, um, very good, very good." The strong man in the late stage of the Yukong is satisfied with nodding, inadvertently, his eyes sweeping toward the maverick.
Everyone is bent and bowed, purple is good, no gift, it is like laughing and laughing.
In the late period, the strong one was instantly stunned and his expression was immediately dissatisfied.
"Seeing an adult, still not ritual." After the wood black saw, his face changed and he directly yelled.
Others do not know the identity of the two, he is very clear, and no one is good.
Let's talk about this arrogant adult, but the wild wolf village is the seventh home, and there are many powerful men in the army. The power is strong, the reputation is outside, and the means are hot, killing people, and few people dare to provoke. Hundreds of monks.
And this monk, although it seems to be the air period, but a battle, but it is frightening, when the other side appeared two years ago, it was only in the early stage of the air, not subject to the control of the eighth home, a battle, almost hit each other Death has become the eighth home now, causing a huge sensation.
Now a barbarian in the district, dare to sway in front of the two masters, is simply looking for death.
"The two adults, I am really sorry, this is a barbaric, do not understand the rules." Muhei quickly apologized to explain, not for the sake of purple, but afraid of being implicated.
The other twenty, the emptiness of the sky, is also a sneak peek at the purple eyes, with a strong ridicule and disdain.
"Barbarians." Too sighed a little, and turned to relieved, said: "No wonder so alternative, it turned out to be a barbaric ignorant, can understand without rules."
When the words fall, Toro looks at the monk and smiles: "The master of goodness seems to be from the same place with you. It is a fate to meet. Anyway, if you only have one place, it is better to ask him."
The monk did not open his mouth, nor did he go to see the purple scorpion. Instead, he looked toward the front of more than 20 sacred air, and the faint golden light in his eyes seemed to be picking the right candidate.
The eyelids were removed from the monk, and there was a touch of disdain in the corner of the arrogant mouth. "Tell the crowd."
He pointed to the monk and said: "This is the eighth home of the wild wolf village, the master of good."
"See the master of good." The party once again saluted, very respectful.
Too is satisfied and nodded. "This time, I will choose people together with the masters of goodness. Although the master of goodness has only one place, he has the power of preference. He will choose the real elite, so you should feel honored. As for the rest, let me go, my name is Toro, and the seventh is my home."
After that, everyone once again gave Toro the salute, of course, the purple is not counted.
The monk's eyes flashed, and it seemed difficult to make a decision toward the twenty-eighths.
"Too proud, we are coming together, we really don't want to separate, and we are not elite, I hope to follow the proud master." At this time, the young man spoke.
"Yes, we are together, and they are not elites. We also hope that the proud people will accept us. We really do not want to separate."
Others also nodded and spoke.
In the heart of the arrogance, he said that these people are on the road. If they are not barbarians, the surface is not: "It’s not good, after all, it’s the first choice of good masters, and it can’t break the rules.

"Adult, isn't it the choice of elites? We have a ready-made one here. Seeing that this man is not able to see the two adults, he is proud of the elite. It must be the elite that the masters are looking for." "Young man said.
"Yes, yes, this man is a talented person, and he looks like an elite."
Before, there was a barbaric group of people. At the moment, it was a man and a man. I wished that I would boast the purple scorpion to the sky.
"Well, it makes sense." Toothy heard, solemnly nodded and said: "Although the land of barbarism, there is an uncultivated barbarism, but there are also real strong people, the master of good is one, there have been two in the past two years. Let Lutong eat a big loss."
"And recently, it has always been said that the barbarians are in the turmoil of the land, this young man can break through to the spiritual realm at a young age, and the imposing manner is imposing, and the prestige is extraordinary. Strong people, good masters should not quit."
"Yes, I still hope that the masters don't quit." Others are also speaking in unison.
The monk's expression was indifferent, and he couldn't see joy from it. He asked plainly: "You really don't consider going to the eighth brigade with me."
Although the words are indifferent, anyone can hear the unwillingness of his heart.
"Good Master, we are interested in going, but it is really too big a gap with the elite. We feel that this kind of dear friend is the real elite candidate, and it is the same barbaric land with the master of goodness. It is a good relationship." The man is embarrassed, but his eyes are full of jokes.
After listening to the master of goodness from the barbaric land, his heart raised a contemptuous heart, and even more disdain for this so-called eighth battalion.
"Of course, if the master of the good is in trouble, he can also choose it here. It is also possible that there will be a future elite." The young man pointed to the side, where there are some true monks who have no one to care about.
The good and evil monks smiled indifferently, looking at the arrogance again, the latter smirking, waiting for him to watch the show.
"Oh, purple, ah, the warrior of the unparalleled combat, broke through to the air, naturally breaking the invincible hand, no one even asked." The monk is laughing, he has seen the purple, even two People also have spiritual exchanges.
They are playing monks and saying that Zixiao is an elite strongman. I don’t know that the two were old. They used to communicate with each other. They are playing around. They are not watching a group of monkeys.
Not to mention a few royal airs in the district, even if Too is in front of Zi Yan, it is still not enough to see.
"Dead monk, you are sure there are no rules here." Zi Yan again voiced.
"The only rule is to grab, to see who is uncomfortable, to grab women, to grab resources, to grab everything." The monk is also secretly.
"You are obscene and still rob women."
After sweeping a circle, everyone’s sly expressions, the panoramic view, the monk is: "In that case, I am embarrassed."
"Haha, good master, can get this elite strong, is the master's luck, just take it."
"Also, such an elite and powerful person can be said to be incapable of seeking, and a good master must not miss it." The people laughed and laughed.
"Also, Buddhism pays attention to causality, pays attention to the Buddha's fate, meets with a fate, and the barren agrees." The monk clasped his hands together and slammed the Buddha, but they exchanged a burst of laughter.
If a barbaric will be an elite powerhouse, then there will be no elite powerhouse in the world. This monk is also blind, and everyone believes in two sentences.
"Elite strong, you can go with me to the eighth brigade." The monk turned and looked at Zi Yan, with a smile in his eyes.
"I am willing to go with the big wet." Zi Yan is also a smile.
The two looked at each other and everything was not spoken.
"Haha, it really is the elite, this happily laughs at me."
"Yes, a good elite, haha."
Around the crowd, everyone couldn't help it anymore, and all of them laughed.
Toro also laughed loudly and said: "Well, you all go with me. From then on, you will be the seventh brigade. If you meet the eighth brigade, you must be close to each other."
"Yes, adults." The people answered in unison.
"Adult, I still have something to ask." The young man suddenly spoke.
"Say it."
"I want to ask, now that we join the seventh brigade, is it not protected by the rules here?" The young man finished, it was cold eyes sweeping to the purple.
When the eyes of the arrogant swept away, they understood what was going on, and they were very satisfied with their hearts. They nodded and said, "Yes, your life and death, only you can grasp it, and any contradictions can be solved here."
"Okay, thank you adults." When the young man finished speaking, he turned to the purple, and said: "The elite is strong, come on, solve our grievances."
After that, I went to the purple sable.
"What are our grievances." The purple scorpion swept to several people.
"Hey, what do you say?" Twenty occupants of the emptiness, hula up, and surrounded the sable.
The monk is on the side and does not speak a word.
Looking at the more than twenty fierce and sinister generations, Zi Yan appeared very nervous, tightening the konjac in his arms, and asking for help from the monk, "Master, save me."
"Amitabha, out of this place, life and death are all destiny, and poverty can't help you." The monks clasped their hands together and the treasures were solemn.
His voice fell and he laughed again.
"Now, no one can protect you, even if you hand over the broken monkeys."
"I still dare to hit me, I have to smash your mouth today."
"Damn barbarians, you really take you as an elite, and see how I am jealous of you today~EbookFREE.me~ A few people are not well-behaved, and they are forced to the purple.
"Hey."
Zi Yan does not say anything, turn around and go, the speed is not slow.
"Oh, this barbaric, actually ran."
"chase."
Twenty people, volleyed, chased toward the purple.
They are not slow, and they quickly catch up with the purple.
Then, it was a fierce battle. The purple scorpion was not defeated. It was beaten three or two times, and the konjac in his arms was also taken away.
"Give me his face and really make yourself an elite." The young man spoke, very proud.
"boom."
But before the crowd went forward, there was a terrible atmosphere in the sky.