Chapter 236

The young man in grey robe was the first to react and quickly blocked the cold awn with his sword.

Then saw a silver long gun shot out, and he was also shocked to back a few steps.

There are experts!

This idea suddenly rose in the heart of the young man in grey robe.

The strength of the other side is absolutely not weaker than itself. Is it the winner in the mouth of the eighth prince?

At this moment, Bai Qingfeng came out of the jungle.

"It's you."

The grey robed youth's eyes suddenly turned to a woman with a long gun and a veil.

Bai Qingfeng didn't feel surprised that the young man in grey robe seemed to know Ying Weiran.

From the time he saw the young man in the purple and Gold Dragon Robe, he knew that the three guys opposite were led by the eighth prince.

Maybe these people already know that Luosha was killed by Ying Weiran.

Bai Qingfeng doesn't speak all the time, and Ying Weiran doesn't want to talk with the young man in the grey robe. He goes forward with a long gun.

"Good."

Looking at Ying Weiran's fierce rush, the grey robed young man slowly put on a good posture, his eyes suddenly coagulated, "it's time to deal with you."

"Nine younger sister, but really not coincidentally, we so quickly met up."

At the same time, eight Prince tone sarcastic to Xiao Li said.

"Is it?"

Xiao Li said coldly, "unfortunately, I'm afraid it's for you."

Eight princes smile and shake, no longer speak.

Because at that time nine younger sister can't speak hard, oneself now with nine younger sister to play the tongue is just a waste of time.

But the next situation was beyond the expectation of the eight princes. The martial arts genius Prince Qing, who he specially invited from the daruo Dynasty, could not get any advantage in Ying Weiran's hands, and gradually fell into the disadvantage.

What's going on?!

The young man in grey robe invited by himself was the first genius of a certain force in the daruo Dynasty, and his cultivation reached the peak of the mysterious realm.

In the impression of the eighth prince, Ying Weiran's cultivation was far from reaching the Xuantong realm before he entered huangtianwu mansion.

And this just less than a month time, already had slightly better than Qing childe a chip of cultivation?!

What a terrible training speed?!

After a short time, the grey robed youth fell into a passive state and could only keep resisting Ying Weiran's continuous attacks.

And each shot of the other contains a strong force, which causes a huge consumption of his physical strength and Xuanqi.

It seems that he doesn't want to play any more. Ying Weiran suddenly takes it seriously. This shot seems plain, but it is very easy to break the defensive posture of the youth in grey robes.

In the face of Ying Weiran's "insipid" shot, the young man in grey robe felt that he had nowhere to start and could not resist.

He tried his best to resist the shot with his sword, and changed the trajectory of the shot without danger.

Ying Weiran snatched the gun from his side face, leaving a bloodstain on his face.

The young man in the grey robe touched the blood mark with an ugly face, and his body quickly retreated to the side of the eighth Prince and he Chen.

In order to resist the just shot, he expended a lot of physical strength, and it's not good to continue to do so.

"Let's go!"

At the command of the young man in the grey robe, he Chen started immediately, while the eighth prince was stunned for a moment, and quickly ran away from here.

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