Gongsun Xuanji stroked his beard. Lao Huai was pleased.

In his beautiful eyes, Gongsun xun'er thought, "sure enough! As I guessed, the whole Mr. Chen is a man of both literature and martial arts. In the course of writing, he is a police station handed down by the generations. In the course of martial arts, you can wipe out the sky thunder. Such a man, afraid of the past and the present, is this the only one? "

Gongsun xiner thought about this and began to ponder.

If you look at this posture in the world of martial arts, you will soon find Fenghua street.

Chen xinglie's face sank.

It's rare for me to show mercy once. If I want to spare you for a while, you are aggressive.

How unreasonable!

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