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The Guizu, Lin's daughter Tianjiao, the flower in the forest, and Qinghuo's saint, all of these identities are enough to make people awe in the eyes of outsiders.

Lin family is a giant in Tianlong City, and the identity of the sheep in the forest is even stronger. With such a strong elder sister, he naturally has a high spirit.

"Let me go, or my sister will kill you!" The sheep in the forest sneered at her sister.

"Your people are just mean rubbish. It's better to be safe."

Seeing Linghao's silence, the sheep in the forest thought that he was afraid. At this time, his face showed a touch of arrogance.

"You say it again, who is the garbage?" Ling Hao raised him, ignoring the threat from the virgin Qinghuo.

"Mean people are rubbish." The sheep in the forest sneered and said, he was raised by Ling Hao, and his face was not scared at all, because he knew that no one dared to hurt him in front of his sister Qinghuo.

PA!

A crisp slap came from the ear. The sheep in the forest covered his left face and looked at Ling Hao incredulously.

"You, how dare you really hit me?"

Then there was anger.

"My sister won't let you go, lowly people."

He struggled wildly in Ling Hao's hands, but it was useless. No matter how he struggled, he could not break away from these tough hands.

It seems that these hands are a pair of iron tongs, which can't help people, and the breath of the sheep in the forest becomes rapid.

The virgin of Qinghuo was stunned.

She didn't expect that someone would dare to beat her brother in front of her.

"Thief, how dare you!"

She was angry and offered a long sword.

"Why not?"

"Your brother, I'll fight. What's the matter?"

Linghao said lightly.

The friar who was watching nearby was dull.

It's crazy. This is the younger brother of Qinghuo saint. Suddenly, many people are guessing Ling Hao's identity.

They are thinking, if there is no tough backstage, how dare they act like this?

In the whole Tianlong Empire, who doesn't know? The holy lady of Qinghuo ranks fifty-two in the north Wild Goose holy land.

You should know that most of the holy sons and daughters in the holy land of northern wild geese can reach this number very rarely.

"This man is really not afraid of death. Although it's not fair, he's already provoking the virgin of Qinghuo."

"Let's not get too close to him, or we'll get into trouble."

"That's right. Step back. He's bold enough to fight the saint's younger brother."

Most of the monks around here are human friars. The human friars started to go downhill a long time ago and were suppressed by other races. Therefore, they were careful in their actions.

I'm afraid to burn myself.

In the rainy day, Xiuyin sighed: "if the people themselves are not united, how can they be strong?"

He is the son of Yuba. His father controls the whole Tianlong city. In terms of political power, he also involves a little.

"See? This is your companion. You are a human friar, and I am a ghost friar."

"You're the garbage, and I'm the rare elite among the ghosts."

"I don't know where you come from. I dare to beat my brother in front of me, but don't worry, you are dead!"

Qinghuo saint's face is cold and her eyes are high.

It's like looking at a mole ant.

She flicked her sleeve.

Immediately, Ling Hao's hands hurt.

The sheep in the forest are in decline.

Linghao's face was slightly white with blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

He only respected the six heavens, and the other side was the realm of Tao Jun.

There is a huge difference between the two people. They are slightly injured by a flick of their sleeves. If they are going to kill directly, they are not fish on the chopping board. Can they be slaughtered?

Feeling the crisis, Ling Hao felt that it was time to improve his strength.

"The human race has been in decline for so many years, you are not qualified to sign up."

The words of Qinghuo saint are extremely arrogant.

She's a ghost. Naturally, other races don't like her.

"Younger martial sister Qinghuo, it seems that this is not the case."

A faint sneer came.

At this time, a handsome young man came out of the crowd, with a golden flash in his brow and heart.

"He is the son of Sanskrit!"

"I remember last year when the Holy Son and the holy daughter ranked, I heard that the holy daughter of Qinghuo used the Lin family to dredge up the relationship, and finally pushed the Holy Son of Sanskrit."

"Since then, they have not dealt with each other."

The insiders are talking quietly.

Linghao smiled faintly, as if things had a turning point.

Qinghuo Saint smiled coldly when she heard it.

"What are you going to do, Sanskrit?"

The saint son of Sanskrit comes from the Buddhism of the human race. Naturally, he is towards the human race. What's more, he doesn't like this woman at all.

In her opinion, the strength of this woman is not so good, but the relationship is very good.

Last year, when competing for the ranking, Qinghuo finally pushed him to the head by dredging the relationship.

That's what he's been thinking about.

"Don't do anything. If someone stabs me, I'll think about how to stab it back from morning till night."

"Now the chance comes. Qinghuo, there are two places. Why do you say no?"

Qinghuo saint's face is blue and white. There are two places. The first one is his brother's.

Second It's her lover out there.

So in her opinion, it's really gone.

But in the eyes of many people friars

This is clearly to seek personal gain by power. For a while, we can hear the needle falling in the field.

All the people stared at the flame clearing Saint without blinking.