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"Boom!"

Sikong's face was full of violence, and his eyebrows were all gloomy. He was able to drip water.

He is only a little short of refining into a holy land, so that he can become the most powerful group at the top of the pyramid!

The shock wave that can be seen by the naked eye rolls the whole wilderness area of the working disciples. The distant temples are all destroyed and there are a lot of debris.

"Bang!"

As for those level 9 hard-working disciples who are much weaker, they can't help crawling on the ground, shivering, without any idea of resistance.

"It's too strong. Is this the only way to be a saint's registered disciple?"

Those disciples who followed Sikong to capture Qin Sheng's level nine slave disciples crawled on the ground. Yuan Li was suppressed by the furious Sikong disciples, and there was a storm in their hearts.

As the level-9 labor disciple, they were born in an ordinary family background. With their own efforts, they can be in the four inheritance areas in the North restricted area. Although they are only the worst Heilong mountain temple, they also become the level-9 labor disciple step by step!

Every level 9 working disciple is also very arrogant. They feel that they are no worse than those Royal relatives and relatives who rely on their background to become registered disciples. But today, they meet Sikong disciples in rage.

This strong momentum really makes them despair!

They all knew that Sikong was only playing a role in Xianglong tower. Unexpectedly, he was so far away!

It's just a flash of anger. The whole world is shaking.

What is the concept?

It's far beyond the recognition of a group of level 9 working disciples.

"Do you know who that fellow is?"

Asked one of the nine level hard-working disciples.

"I don't know. I'm very familiar with him. I'm afraid he just became a slave disciple."

Another servant disciple, Chuanyin, shook his head, but his mouth was cold. He said, "no matter what, if you offend master Sikong, this son will die soon!"

The selected nine level disciples, Tong Tong, are also subordinates of xianglonglou. They all want to hold xianglonglou's thigh tightly. Otherwise, when and how can they stand out among the dozens of working disciples?

It is enough to make the semi Holy Land strong feel that the violent atmosphere to be suffocated will come to Qin Sheng like a storm.

"Well?"

Qin Sheng raised his eyebrows and then smiled a sneering smile.

"Is it just a trace to become a holy land?"

"That Sikong Hong has such a strong brother?"

At this moment, Qin Sheng is like a boat in a deep whirlpool, teetering, as if it would be eaten alive at any time.

His voice was not very loud, but he had a strong penetrating power. In those nine level working disciples, Qin Sheng seemed to be swallowed at any time. But in the eyes of the Sikong disciple, there was an unbelievable brilliance!

In addition to the shock, there was also a very subtle fear.

At this moment, Sikong Hong couldn't help looking at Qin Sheng more.

"It's nothing strange about this son. It's just a level 5 servile disciple. From the fluctuation of Yuan Li, supporting death is the Vientiane realm. It's a hundred and eighty-seven miles away from the semi holy realm. How can I feel fear in my heart?" Sikong was very confused.

"Don't let me be afraid of this strength. Even my brother in a straw bag can't be bloody, can he?"

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