Douluo, please call me the dean

Although it has reached the age of knowing, it is still a look like the appearance of the East, and the skin is white as the beautiful jade, and the appearance of the world.

Such a person, the use of the wind, the word, the word, is, it is better.

Usually, human beings can set their own appearance at the time of their achievements, let themselves no longer aging, keep youthful, and since the face of the eastern face, then she has achieved the title of Douro. It is conceivable to know.

This is a true sense of genius, even those who don't like her have to admit.

The slender finger is gently tickled, and the scroll in the bishop of the red coat is straight into her hand.

Opening the reel glanced, than the East's brow gradually got up, even a sparkle blinking.

"Tang San, Father Tang Wei, the Holy Soul Village, the origin, in the Tang three years, you alone, live in the Holy Soul Village, when he is six years old, the Damin City Wu Shu Temple Deacuist Su Yun Tao wakes up Wu Soul, Wu Soul blue silver grass, congenital full of soul, his father is mysterious after he goes to school ... "

"Tang Hao!"

Looking at the name in the east, the eyes gradually flooled, and then it is like a murder: "Notting City ..."

Under the next, the red coach couldn't help but say: "The Popener, this Tang Hao ten eight or nine is Haotou Luo, and the place where the pope falls is near Notting City, so many years, I didn't expect this Tang Wei. These years have hidden around Notting City, this Tang San is also a heaven! "

The Bibi is only indifferent, and the red coach is toned to be a spirit, and even the head is so low, the forehead is cold, and the face is instantly pale.

"It is the dead!"

The servant knows that there are about the part of the East, and this Pope can not be a good one, or as a woman's right, she has the spicy.

So, in front of her, the rule ... is very important!

But fortunately, it seems that there is no too much in the moment. After glanceing with him, he once again looked at the investigation and information in his hand.

In the intelligence, it also records one thing.

"After entering the University of Notting, Tang San Bai Master is a teacher ..."

The ratio of the investigation and information in his hand, flashing a complex ray in his eyes.

Master, is it his disciple?

......

Wu Sheng City.

"Okay, what is unhappy, Mu Bai can be much better than you, let them ran for five years, why, one day you will exceed him."

Wang Jian took a group of people who wandered on the streets of Wu Sheng City, and the right hand took Peng Fan's shoulder and comforted, and he was a little helpless.

Although the achievements of the Tianxing Soul College have been excellent, it is inexplicab to make them feel unanswered, but he didn't expect it to be the most sad, it is Peng Fan.

The little guy is full of shackles, as if the champion that is originally opened is taken away by people, and there is a face and sigh.

"You think about it, you can sublimate the martial arts, wait for you, if you will upgrade the martial arts, or you will get a hero inheritance, Mu Bai is your opponent?"

"Again, wait until the next major Chinese Senior Soul Elite Competition, who will be your opponent?"

Peng Fan looked up his eyes and then said: "Mu Bai big brother can also participate in the next year."

Wang Jian is awkward, it seems to be such a thing.

"Then let them win the championship, don't let them come next!"

"Can ... but this is not equivalent to this is what they let us?"

How is your kid!

Wang Jian is very tired. After packing up the mood, it flashes a lot of spiritual light. ?"

"At that time, Mu Bai is already an elderly, the stage is your young man!"

Not far away, wearing a blank mouth is a bit twitching.

Ten years, I am more than 20 years old, how do you have an elderly? !

Dean, you have to just take a little bit, and don't take the example of me as teaching.

On the other hand, Wang Jian said that he suddenly picked his eyebrows, like what is thought, showing a pair.

It is also true that the two games will be at least ten years later. Is there a "Senior Soul College Elite Competition in the mainland after ten years?

I am afraid that the whole continent has changed the change in the whole continent.

I think of this, Wang Jian can't help but sigh, but I don't want to hear the sound of Peng Fan.

"But ... I have no Mu Big brother, they are not not interesting, and one can be played five years later."

Wang Jian: "..."

In the next second, he accelerated his footsteps, he didn't want to say anytime with Peng Fan.

......

At the same time, the hotel where the Tianxing Soul College.

The master is studying the last opponents, and the table is on a lot of information, he condenses the brow in a piece of paper.

"You still like to get these things as before."

Strusted, his voice sounded a complicated voice, with a little bit of obstacles, and a deep love.

The pen of the master stopped, even if he still heard the owner of this sound in so many years.

His tone is very calm, but the hand holding a pen is shaking.

"Is there anything to find me?"

Bisong looked at his back in the back of the master, compared to the past, the master apparently made a lot, even the back is also getting a little bit, the high spirit of the soul is not slower than ordinary people. How much is it.

Bisong listened to the man who could escaped something, which made her lipped his lips, some hated in his eyes, and some pain.

The room was silent for a long time.

Just when the master thought that than the Bi Dong had left, her voice was once again passed, and the sound of this time brought indifferent, with a high high taste.

As if, this is the posture of the Wushu Hall.

"What is the Tang San, what is it?"

Master's pupils fiercely.

She, how do you know? !

Chapter 422 is never necessary

Chapter 420 is not retreat

Although the master is facing her, there is still awareness than the East.

"What do you mean?"

The master forced stabilizing his heart and continued to start writing a pen on the paper in front of him.

However, at this moment, his heart is bored, the things on the paper is a lot of paintings, which is still a neat paper to become confusing, as a person's mood.

"do you know?"

Bi Bi is slow to go to him, watching the paper lightly open mouth in front of the master.

"Whenever you are nervous, when you are guilty, you will not dare to look directly at the eyes of others, but I like to use a pen to paint on paper to cover up your heart."

"Moreover, whenever you have a profound knowledge seems to be averaged."

I heard the words, the master's body was stiff, and the pen in his hand stopped.

The woman in front of him, gave him a pointer.

Bisong reached out of the fiber, put the paper in front of the master, picked up the paper, and put his eyes and gently swept it.

"Sure enough, about Nana's strength analysis, it is really worth you, actually studying the team of our Wushu Temple in such a short period of time."

The master has some gloomy voice.

"What do you want to do!"

It was a bitter glance than the East, and the way: "Is it angry?"

The master slammed into the body, and the buddhism is staring in the ratio of Bisong, suppressing anger: "Tang San is my disciple, if you want to be unfavorable to him, first go on the past from my body!"

Bisong looked at the master, and the beautiful face smiled.

Suddenly, the smile on the east face is completely disappeared, and it is like a cold in general.

"boom!"

In the midst, there is an endless momentum from the Bisong's body, and the death of death is on the body. The master bite, but the eyes are not letting the dead.

He runs with the soul of the body, but his soul is like a gap between the soul of the East, and the gap between the creek and the sea is normal. He is crushed without being in love, and the blood is boiling in the body. Blood is coming out of the mouth.

Bisong is like this and the master.

Suddenly, she turned around, and the momentum of pressing the master is like a tide.

The pressure of the mismar, the breathing of the master, quite a feeling of losing the rest of the robbery, and he looked at the shadow in front of him, and his eyes were complex.

"Interesting, I didn't expect your soul to break through the thirty level. Is this the ability of the Soul Soul College?"

By east, I looked back at him, and my face relieved calm, and then turned over, and the figure disappeared.

"Tang San is just a small role, I will not care too much."

"However, the Wuhun Temple must take the champion of this Soul Elite Contest, you ... understand?"

Among the empty rooms, the Yu Yin is endless.

......

"Do you say that?"

"Ok!"

The master is nodded, and the face seems to be pale, and the look is weak.

Wang Jian couldn't help but narrow his eyes and asked: "What is her purpose? What is your purpose?"

After that, Wang Jian couldn't help but sweep the master, but the eyes suddenly became condensed, noted that the masters had such a bright red.

"No, she is a small three."

"Tang San?!"

Wang Jian said suddenly, and his face suddenly became serious.

"She is looking for Tang three to do? Do you say that Tang San's identity is exposed? How did she know?"

Wang Jian has three questions, this matter is indeed a little unexpected.

The master put a reel in his hand on the table in front of Wang Sword, which is left before, and his mental is complicated: "This is about the survey of Xiaosan."

"I estimate that she is more than being investigated, and all the students of our two colleges should have been investigated, but this information is too high in this information."

Speaking of the end, the masters of the masters have some bitterness.

So close time and place, there is a conspicuous martial art, the most important thing is the "Hao Han" Tang Hao, which is not more than the name, the "Hao Han" Tang Hao, these things are combined, as long as it is slightly speculated, you can conclude.

Wang Jian took a look at it, holding a forehead with the black line.

It is also a straight boy, and the most dangerous place is the safest place, and even the name has not been hidden.

It is more ridiculous that the Wushu Temple actually checks the surrounding area.

Is this a peaceful Tang Hao back to Haoties?

Unfortunately, if the Wushu Temple is carefully, maybe there is no such thing as it is.

"So, what is it in the end?"

Finally, this is the question of Wang Jian's concern.

"She wants us to give up the game between the last and the martial arts."

"Abandon the game? She is not confident to the team of the Wushu Hall? Oh, I am interested ... I can bring such a big pressure to the Wuhun Temple."

Wang Jian couldn't help but laugh, but the master smirked.

But after hesitation, the master still said: "Dean, we are not as good ..."

"impossible!"

Wang Jian knew what the master wanted to say, and when he interrupted his words in advance, he was smirk: "She wants us to accept us than the East, thinking that it is beautiful!"