Chapter 483: one move

The four hundred and eighty-three chapter one stroke

The Eastern Holocaust looked around at everyone and finally stopped his eyes on the tour. The two men nodded slightly across the air, and then the Eastern Holocaust turned to Ningqi: "You go there waiting for me."

"Where? Oh, good. Brother, come on."

Ning Qi smiled and cheered the East Holocaust, then flew directly to the tour.

The guards in the stands quickly and vigilantly looked at Ning Qi, and the tour was like a brocade but slowly said: "Let's open, he is a friend of Xiaodong."

"Yes, you are a father."

These class-level guards nodded with great respect and made it open, but their eyes were still vigilantly watching Ning Qi, for fear that he would do something bad for the little prince and the little princess.

"That guy went to the royalty stand?"

"Hey, will it be the **** of the Imperial Palace in the palace? How else would it come with the Eastern Holocaust?"

"possible."

Everyone thought that the answer was self-righteous, and they no longer paid attention to Ning Qi.

However, Duan Minglong, they are still very shocked.

"Is this guy not a foreign disciple of Yunzong, why did he meet the Eastern Holocaust and went to the royal watch?"

Duan Juntian looked at the back of Ning Qi.

"Big brother, let's not provoke this guy in the future, I can't see it anymore. I also saw him before, he is a fighting king, now..."

Duan Jundi shook his head.

Duan Juntian reacted and found that he couldn’t see Ning Qi’s cultivation, and his eyes flashed a faint color. Then he smiled a little and looked down.

Duan Minglong looked coldly at Ning Qi's back, his face was ugly than Duan Juntian.

The arrogant of the Eastern Holocaust, he did not even have the qualification to speak with him, but Ning Qi, but seems to have a good relationship with him.

"You are a grandfather, you are in the Xiongyun ancestral disciple Ning Qi, the Oriental brother said you."

Ning Qi’s respectful tour is like a vault.

I looked at Ning Qi from the top and bottom, and I flashed a trace of satisfaction in my eyes. I nodded and said: "Yes, I am a tourist. Since the East has talked about me, you naturally know what I am." The position is 18 emperors, 19 princesses."

"Oh, I have seen 18 emperors and 19 princesses."

Eighteen emperors nodded dullly.

The 19th princess looked at Ning Qi curiously, and said, "Is you a friend of the East? Are you also a master on the list? Are you in the top?"

Eighteen emperors faintly said: "Everyone on the list of people I know, there is no such person, and the foreign disciples of Yunzong, even the Longbang can not enter, let alone the list."

After that, he looked at the game and seemed to want to hear from his mouth whether he said it was correct.

I saw a nod to the game, and the 18-year-old emperor showed a faint smile, but the smug color that flashed in his eyes was captured by Ning Qi.

"Big brother, you are amazing."

The nineteen princess looked at her brother with a face of worship.

The 18th Emperor’s heart once again became proud of it.

"sit down."

The tour looks like Jin Chao Ningqi greets.

Ning Qi nodded and shook his head. He said, "I will stand with these big brothers, so I can see it clearly." After that, he went to the group of guards and stood up and looked at the Eastern Holocaust. Wu Lingfeng.

The two have been standing in the air for a while, but neither side has a first move.

"Oriental Holocaust, are you ready today?"

Wu Lingfeng faint smile.

"What are you ready?"

The Eastern Holocaust smiled.

"Become a dead eunuch."

Wu Ling winds a smile.

Unfortunately, his purpose was not achieved.

The expression of the Eastern Holocaust is still indifferent, without any anger.

"Your cultivation is really a lot of progress."

There was a hint of vigilance in Wu Ling's eyes. The original game that he felt must win. At this moment, his heart was somewhat up and down. It was because the Eastern Holocaust was too calm, and calmly let him not have a sigh of relief.

"How can the little prince not do it?"

Fei Yuan was anxious. He was anxious to see the end of the Eastern Holocaust defeat. In this way, he had the opportunity to ridicule the Eastern Holocaust as much as he could, and vent his anger.

"Fei Yuan big brother, don't worry, Xiao Wang Ye is trying to explore the Eastern Holocaust. In any case, the Eastern Holocaust is ranked higher in the ranks of the people than Xiao Wang."

A teenager who was a year or two younger than Fei Yuan smiled and comforted.

"The strength of Xiao Wang Ye has far surpassed the catastrophe in the East. The ranking on the list of people must be reset today. Now in the battlefield, there should be talents of Bai Xiaojia."

Another person said.

Just then, Wu Lingfeng and the Eastern Holocaust moved at the same time.

Everyone suddenly looked forward to seeing the two excitedly.

"Oriental Holocaust, try the peerless martial arts that I realized from the Dragon Field! The ground is out of the palm!" Wu Lingfeng laughed and saw him shoot with one palm. From his palm, the pale golden violent rush Out, it condenses a huge incomparable palm print, everyone feels that the heavens and the earth are one of the dark, the next moment, their heart will not rush to violently jump, and the heart feels a sense of irritability!

"What a terrible trick? Is this Wu Lingfeng knowing himself?"

Those Tianjiao Douzong's faces are full of shocking colors, and at the same time, there are some embarrassment, why are Wulingfeng getting the opportunity to go to the Dragon Field.

If they are going, the benefits they can get are only a lot more than the Wuling style. After all, among these people, Wulingfeng’s qualifications belong only to the middle and upper, and it is far from perfect!

"Is this the Tianjiao class? Do you feel that it is more horrible than facing a fight!"

Those ordinary fights, the face is full of horror.

"Good!"

Duan Minglong’s heart was so shocking that he looked at the golden giant palm in the sky.

"Little East, it’s dangerous."

There is a hint of worry in the gaze of the game.

The 18-year-old emperor is still like a small adult, with a serious face, and he does not know what he is thinking.

"Ha ha ha! Eastern Holocaust, you are **** dead! See you still crazy!"

Fei Yuan laughed wildly and didn't care about the gaze of others. He blurted out.

On the stands of Wuwangfu.

"Big brother won!"

"Little King won!"

The younger brothers and sisters of Wu Lingfeng and the elders of Wuwangfu have shown a happy smile.

"Don't my Lingjing float?"

Seeing the Eastern Holocaust has not yet shot back, as if scared, many people are not willing to think.

When everyone thinks that the Eastern Holocaust will be defeated, the Eastern Holocaust shot, and he saw his hands clasped together, his fingers kept changing, and his speed was like a phantom.

At this time, only the face of the singer was horrified.

Later, behind the Eastern Holocaust, thousands of martial arts swords were formed. Like the lightning, the golden giant palm was smashed, and then the castration was not reduced. The bombardment was on the Wuling style, and Wuling’s eyes were not exposed. The color of conviction, the crux of the moment, he only had time to protect his vitality, he was smashed into a serious injury, like a broken-winged bird, and fell heavily in the center of the battlefield.

One trick, spike?

The people were horrified, unbelievable, and shocked to see the Eastern Holocaust standing in the void.