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With the support of a group of children from Ningjia, the Ninglang and the Qing Festival are standing in the indifference. They are really not interested in the battle of the children.

"Dare to hurt my brother, I killed you!"

There was a hint of twilight in the eyes of Zhong Limu. In the past few years, he has been blaming for the whole day. The original immature has long since faded away. Nowadays, there is only resoluteness and sternness.

But anyone who shot his brother, he will certainly retaliate back!

Wen Ziran originally wanted to remind everyone that the strength of these people is not simple, they better still want a way to take the opportunity to slip away better.

However, taking advantage of the fact that everyone has not retired from this point, my heart is also somewhat puzzled. Is it not clear enough that Shao Feng’s words have just been said?

"Hey, you shouldn't be affected by the temper of the clock. Now you are outnumbered." Wen Ziran could not help.

"That's so much, just hit it." Zhong Limu.

Wen Ziran: "..." I know that is the case.

However, Beibei and red makeup, do you want to be so impulsive today!

boom!

A fierce palm of the hand whistling.

The children of Ning's family who rushed up were almost instantly beaten.

The sudden strength is completely beyond the expectations of Ning, and it has been turned over to the ground.

The terrible force penetrated into the internal organs, and she could not help but scream, and the lips overflowed with blood.

Looking up again, she looked incredulously at the woman who was so beautiful, this woman... so strong?

The three people of Zhong Limu had not had time to take the shot and found that the person in front of him was directly knocked down to the ground, and suddenly he was dumbfounded.

Wen Ziran subconsciously smashed the Qing Dynasty sacrifice. Isn't this the same thing as when this guy just dealt with himself?

Did this guy suddenly become a betrayal?

He couldn't help but stunned when he noticed that everyone's eyes were all condensed on the red makeup.

"I...you...just did you shoot?"

Under the horror, Wen Ziran could not even say this.

The hundred-mile red makeup picked up the eyebrows, and the corner of the lips overflowed with a smile. "Not me."

Wen Ziran is dumbfounded.

"Is it you?"

"Oh..." Wen Ziran tidy up, silently connecting this sentence and reading it again, and suddenly his eyes were round.

"I, rely on, I haven't seen you for a while, your strength is against the sky!"

Zhong Limu was also completely stunned. "I haven’t got a chance yet."

When Mo Yun looked thoughtfully at Baili Red Makeup, and looked at the Emperor Beibei, it is no wonder that when he mentioned that Ningjia had a fairyland master, the two did not care about it. It turned out that their strength It also reached the first fairyland.

"It’s just these little shackles, it’s not enough to see.” The emperor’s north voice was indifferent. “Don’t you say that Ning’s family is very powerful? Then go straight to the topic.”

After Ning Yu and Qing Sai saw this scene, the complexion also changed.

"This..." Ning Yu looked at the Qing Festival. The speed of the previous Baili red makeup was too fast, but from that breath, he was almost certain that the other party was the first fairyland.

The Qing Festival suddenly met, and when I looked at the red makeup again, it was not like watching the little girl who was born with a calf. "I don't know where the honor comes from?"

"Chaotic fairyland." Baili red makeup faint.

The Qing Festival is awkward. "Isn't it a person in the fairy field?"

Generally speaking, the practitioners of the first fairyland are from the fairyland. This person seems to be extraordinary, and may have its own heritage.