Imperial Phoenix Rules

Do not say body, the strength, the big gold is just the second-order period of casting, Wu Wei, but the two people have a first order.

The people present are not doubtful, the big king's punch will definitely fly.

Su Xiyun lips hooked a bruise, and Junkuo is really can't get it.

Her four gold has just been known for its huge attack power.

Especially the big gold is just one of the four major kimoni.

Allow Wu Yong, not too simple.

Everyone believes that Wu Qiyong will be undoubtedly, and the students who are disgusted and the river are staring at the stage, I want to see Wu Yong is flying.

Some timid students cover their eyes and dare not look at the scene.

Only Junkko and her friends, the look is relaxed, and this is not taken seriously.

On the high platform, Daxie has decided to solve Wu Qiyong.

His right hand grasped into a punch, and a pounding spirit is around the fist, and the tiger is windy.

Dachao is angry, and the feet have been worried, and the fist is not polite to attack like Wu Yong.

The rumors of the Square, the big king's punch is enough to take the stone pillar in the cultivation room, and it can be seen that his strength is big.

If you want to fall on Wu Yong, you will be seriously injured.

In this case, the most sensible approach is of course avoided.

But Wu Qiyong did not, saw him with his eyes, a fond of gas, in his body, constantly changed, and finally formed a giant corner shape, and shrouded his whole body.

The giant corner is formed, Wu Qiyong suddenly blinked, and the rapidly brought the big king just hit the big king.

"Crazy is crazy, the small cultivation is a first-class period, but I dare to hit the second-order period later, oh."

"This is the brain into the water! I thought it couldn't win a flying cover. Hehe."

The students under the stage saw two people who were close to, couldn't help but shook their heads and shake their heads.

Their words are just falling, under the high platform, the big king's strong body hits the body of Wu Yong's weak body.

Only heard a sudden sound of "", the two frankly hits, producing a strong impact wave.

The latter screams sounded, and a person flew out, rose a parabolic in the air, and fell to the marble floor of more than 20 meters.

A hard floor, which is directly smashed into a deep pit.

Dajin just lying in the deep pit, twitching, and the lips are constantly rushing.

How can he still want to do it, strength will win himself than Wu Wei, who is a low-order order.

The people who believe that they must be willing to be undoubtedly, they are intact to stand on the high platform.

"This ... how it is possible!"

Everyone under the stage was surprised that the big mouth is enough to plug down an egg, and it is a problem that his own eyes have a problem.

The gap of strength is there, no matter what Wu Yong, it is impossible to win big king.

Unless he cultivates the best practice, how to make a joke, the thousands of magic colleges and drugists do not have a meta-level practice, and Junkko has.

And even if she has, how can I take out the imperial skill to give my own younger brother?

However, the good end of the good end of the high platform is indeed, Wu Wei, is undoubted.

They have to accept this brutal facts, and these people refuse to believe that Wu Qiyong really cultivates the metaphthalm practice.

"Junko, this time, you are only lucky, it is not so good next time. Erjin just, you."

Su Wiyun dark purple eyes slightly flash, and the shello lightly bites the lips.