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Believe it or not, I'll give each of you a "strong appraisal technique" to show you if you're the best man in the world. My left eye is burning. It's stupidly moving.

[Dragon liaison assistant, can you hear me?] Song Shuhang's ideological contact is a small assistant to Dragon Network in the Black Dragon World.

The way that the undefeated Holy City appeared, he used it at the Fairy Festival. When it reappears, although it is still a shock, it always feels a little less fresh.

Song Shuhang thinks he is a lean, rapidly changing man. So this time, it would be better to enhance the new paradigm and give the Daoists present a different viewing experience.

[Yes, Administrator Bullon, I can hear you.] Dragon's assistant returns.

[Can you project the 'Asahi Throne' behind me?] Song Shuhang asked.

Just a ‘projection’ doesn't consume too much power and is powerful. Moreover, the seniors of the "Jiuzhou Group 1", who signed the contract with the "Asahi Throne", were all on the walls of the city. It resonates with the projection to the maximum extent possible.

[No problem, Dragon Administrator. The projection begins…] Dragon Liang's assistant replied.

Later, Longlong Liang's assistant, through Song Shuhang, projected Asahi's throne.

Behind the ‘Never Fall City', a bright circle of tiny sunshine emerged.

In this small round of the sun, there is a huge hidden throne. On each throne sits a dignified saint. The saints on these thrones correspond precisely to the ancient holy holy holy holy holy holy holy places in "Never Fall to the Holy City".

“Is this another round of the little sun? Suddenly it feels hot. ”

“It's been three days. Is this a" ten days in the air "? ”

The weather is sunny today and the sun is in the air. On the left is the Little Sun of the 'Ancient Saint of the Spiritual Butterfly' and on the right is the Little Sun of Xuansheng Song. All of a sudden I felt the temperature rise a lot, my tongue was dry, my throat was dry, and my coat seemed to be burning.

“Wait, I seem to have found something. You guys look at Ba... In the little sun behind Song Xuansheng, there is a figure on the right throne in the center, is it like 'Ancient Saint the Spirit Butterfly'? ”

“Where? Where? God, I saw that, too, kind of like that. ”

“When you say this, do you feel familiar with the shadow of the little sun behind the ancient saint of the Spiritual Butterfly? When I saw him, I had numbness in my scalp, and even my stomach twitched a little, just like I saw Xuansheng Song. ”

“I seem to have discovered something terrible. ”

“Between the Xuan Saint of Song and the Ancient Saint of the Spiritual Butterfly, is there also a pulse? ”

“Or… is it some kind of dual practice? ”

“In short, there is definitely no way out of line between the two. ”

“The Spiritual Butterfly Holy King is a san Xuan Holy, but... scary! ”

“... can't provoke, can't provoke. ”

“If you encounter the Spiritual Butterfly Holy King system in the future, you must be careful not to start a conflict. In this way, the system of Spiritual Butterfly Saints may give birth to more Xuan Saints. ”

“There is more than one Sanxuan Saint, you look at the group of eight ancient Saints of Song Xuan Saint La Car. These ancient Saints can let Song Xuan Saint let go to pull the car, there must be an indescribable relationship and deal with him. ”

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Seven Fixed St. King's mouth twitch - MD, Song Xiaoyou's brain circuit today is clearer than ever. Even if he was an elder of the "Jiuzhou Group I", and had undergone countless baptisms of brain circuit jumps, this time he still could not understand Song Shuhang's way of thinking.

Spiritual Butterfly Saint listens to the discussion around him: "…”

He looked at the little sun behind Soko Eye Yu, stared at the illusory figure in the little sun and looked at Song Shuhang in the distance. Don't say that the eyes of the masses are really snowy. The more the Spiritual Butterfly Saint King looks at it, the more he feels like Song Shuhang.

Why do you have Junior Song in the small sun projected by Yoshiko Yu?

"" Yoko Yu, "cried the Soul Butterfly Saint. ”

Yoko Yu: “Hmm? ”

“How do you feel about Song Xiaoyu?” The Spiritual Butterfly Saint tries to calm down his tone, soften his tone, and has a warm smile on his face.

Yoshiko Yu did not hesitate to reply: “Senior Song is fun, well, things around him are fun too. Every time I go out with him, something exciting happens. ”

“Yes, Song Xiaoyu is really interesting.” The Spiritual Butterfly Saint smiled: “But he is too young, not mature, not stable enough. ”

“It's not fun when you're mature and steady, and you can't play with me.” Yu Souzi giggled.

Spiritual Butterfly Saint King's mouth is getting brighter and brighter: “Yes, yes, he is a good friend. In the future, however, you need to find a man who is mature and steady enough to keep you out of the rain, so you have to look further. Play needs to be clearly distinguished from future needs. ”

My daughter, be so cute forever. Even if one day in the future she really wants to leave the house, there must be a mature and steady man who can protect her from the wind and rain so that she can preserve this precious innocence without any trouble for life.

My daughter, always be my pride.

Yoshiko Yu sniffed and looked at the Spirit Butterfly Holy King in surprise: "Father, do you mean I have to find another father for myself? ”

Spiritual Butterfly Holy King: “…”

“No, Dad. All I need is an old man, and I don't need a new dad.” Yoko Yu made another sound of comfort: “Don't worry, Daddy. I'm not looking for a post-dad, you don't have to think about it. ”

Spiritual Butterfly Saint: “???? ”

What the hell is a stepdad?

Daughter's brain circuit became clearer after this trip. I can't even keep up with the rhythm of her brain circuit. What should I do? How do I answer my daughter's question?

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Across the street, Shengjun looked at Song Shuhang from afar and took his face completely seriously.

The first of the millenniums… is a super troublesome existence.

Whatever his strength, only three distinguished men can prove his ability to do things and his uniqueness.

And the car behind him had 30 or so ‘ancient saints'.

The thirty or so ancient saints and their holy seals on which the platoon stands create tremendous psychological pressure.

Though the saints can almost feel it, these 30 ancient saints should be problematic. But more than 30 ancient saints were guarded by Song Xuansheng's "Never Falling Holy City". The atmosphere of the eight products of the Holy City flourished. The Holy King could not sense the specifics of these 30 Xuansheng.

Assuming, then, that two-thirds of the 30 ancient holy places are problematic.

There are still about ten ancient Saints left.

What the fuck is this?

He was just alone, and Xuansheng across the street pulled over in one car. Even if he's covered in steel, can he beat ten?

You really don't have that kind of confidence.

So, what do we do?

Seijun is now in a bit of a dilemma. Positive wins are too small; say a few words and go first? Or maybe a few moves later? Or, propose to compete peacefully?

“I didn't expect even Song Xuansheng to be on your side.” Shengjun said calmly, his eyes slightly diverted and he did not touch Song Shuhang's eyes, lest he become pregnant.

However, he used another spell to monitor Song Shuhang's condition at any time.

Once the other party is about to fire a 'pregnancy stare', he can avoid it for the first time. After all, once the pregnancy stare is fired, it cannot be avoided. Only prejudge Song Xuansheng before launching, thus dodging!

"After all, we are all just the new Xuansheng Saints," Seven Shu Saints said calmly. “In order to compete with our predecessors for the ‘heavens and the earth', we had to hug them. That's why Song Xuansheng and I work together. ”

“I don't fight for heaven, don't count me in.” The Monster Dream Saint licked the corner of his mouth: “However, I am very interested in the domination of Song Xuansheng. ”

Song Shuhang: “…”

“Well, let's do it ourselves.” The Holy King said calmly: “Whoever gets robbed of this day belongs to whom. Tianjin is just the beginning, and there's more to get. You don't want to be exhausted in the 'Heaven' contest, do you? ”

Everyone is Xuan Sheng. He can't look up and look down. There is no need to tear his face for a 'skyscraper'.

Spiritual Butterfly Saint: “Compete peacefully? I agree.”

“I agree, by all means. But... how do you know for sure this‘ grabbed '?” The Seven Holy Kings reached out and held the Nine Phoenix Knife: “Just grabbing‘ Heaven 'in your hand? Or loading‘ Heaven 'into your own Kung Fu instrument? ”

The beautiful celestial Xuanzheng: “Kiriyah! ”

“So, who first loads it into the Konkun magic apparatus, whoever it is, how about it?” The Monster Dream Saint suggested, "Because it's hard to judge just by grasping it in your hand. I'll be the referee. ”

“I agree.” The Holy King dumped his long hair: “At that time, the monster dreamer looked at the face of my beautiful long hair and I, for more than a stop, and then the referee should be biased towards me. ”

“If you are bald, I can consider taking care of you.” The Monster Dream Holy King licked the corner of his mouth with charm: "In addition, everyone who thinks he has the ability and is interested in 'Heaven's Evil' can do it by their own means. Whoever loads Tianjin into their own Kun Dynasty will count. ”

“The monster dreamer is really... able to play.” Sage laughed bitterly.

“This day is none of us. Everyone on the premises is eligible to rob it.” The Monster Dream Holy King lays on his own golden ocean. As an ancient witch, her personality is uncertain.

However, if you grab 'Tianjin' and load it into the Kankun magic apparatus, and do such a feat under the sight of a group of Xuan Jingti, who dares to take this job without diamonds?

“Looks like Daoists are hiding it.” Qixiu Xiu-jundao, during the conversation he suddenly took the shot, and Jiuxiu Xiu-Phoenix knife was cut out.

The flame turned into a phoenix covering the heavens and the earth, crashing into the heavenly saint and the heavenly camp beneath her.

“Is this the beginning?” Song Shuhang looked up to the Emperor: “Senior, offended! ”

His left eye flashed a strange light.

“Sun.” Shengjun hastily avoided.