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"Ink son, your injury has recovered?"
Yuan Xiaoman looked at Mo Yunyi with concern. From the injury of Moyun to the present, he had to say that Mo Yun’s perseverance was still very difficult to be amazing.
At least, the ink cloud is a real man!
Mo Yun’s handsome and innocent face was a bit of a smile, and nodded slightly: “It’s okay.”
"That's great." Yuan Xiaoman sighed.
"Ink son, you can recover this injury quickly enough!"
The oriental cockroach looked at the ink cloud with amazement. How was the injury before the ink cloud?
He felt that it would not be possible to recover without half a month. However, now that it is only ten days, Mo Yunyi has already recovered. He can only say that his recovery power is very bad.
"There was a lot of injuries in the past, and the injury slowly recovered faster than usual."
The dark clouds of the Moyun language are light and calm, but it is only a few different feelings when they fall into the ears of Gong Shaoqing and others.
Before looking at the scars on the body of Mo Yun, Rao is also afraid of being shocked.
Such injuries, they almost dare not imagine how many battles that the previous Mo Yunyu had experienced before they could leave such scars.
Even if the clouds are light and light, they understand that it is not that simple.
Moyun glanced at the top of the hundred-mile red makeup, and then followed the palace and the young man: "I went up first."
Hearing, Yuan Xiaoman couldn't help but sigh: "Mo Gongzi, you have to pay attention to your injury. The pressure on this will be bigger."
"Do not worry, I have a few in my heart."
When the voice falls, the ink cloud will no longer stay, even if you continue to go up.
After everyone saw that Mo Yunyi could continue to go all the way, their hearts were filled with admiration and emotion, and more of a speechless.
Mo Yunqi’s injury has just recovered, so he is so alive and well, how can they feel so hard to stay in place for so long?
The red makeup that is being cultivated suddenly feels that a familiar atmosphere is gradually approaching, and it is impossible to withdraw from the cultivation state.
After seeing that Mo Yunqi went so fast to the 85th floor, there was a strange color in the eyes of Bailihong makeup.
Feeling the strange look of the hundred-mile red makeup, the smile in the eyes of the ink cloud deepened a few points, the speed under the feet was faster, and quickly approached the red makeup.
After seeing the speed of such a metamorphosis, the sons of Pan Zimo and Dong Hongyun were silent for a while.
First, it was stimulated by the red makeup of the hundred miles, and now it is stimulated by the ink cloud. This blow is really not small.
However, Pan Zimo knows the identity of the ink cloud, and the abnormality of the ink cloud, such a thing is definitely not difficult for him.
Compared to Pan Zimo's calmness, Dong Hongyun can be surprised.
To say that the identity of the hundred-mile red makeup is not allowed, it is normal to be able to go to this step, but the road from the 40th floor to the 80-level layer of the ink cloud is very terrible.
This kind of shock is more amazing than the shock brought by the hundred-mile red makeup.
Who is this group of practitioners in the Scorpio Dynasty?
Baili red makeup and ink cloud 珏 are so powerful.
The hundred-mile-red makeup and the eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, and there is a bit of worry in the clearing. "Inkyun, your injury can't bear such pressure."
"Do not worry, I am fine."