Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go

Chapter 11 cultivating the soldiers, the Junshang Tiandao is very fast.

The juno sword face has a young color.

I still think about it is too heavy, if you hurt Jun Xiaoyao, it is not good.

Now, it's okay, you are full of dust, and it is hurt.

"The joyful brother really has a gods, and the brothers admire ..." The Jun said got up, and his face was barely squeezed out a smile than crying.

Today, his face is lost.

Jun is fighting, it is simply full of fire, even if he doesn't even destroy the sword.

However, even if you can display an unwanted body, the Jun Sword has not grasped the town of Jun.

Because Jun is born, it has a worship of the Halloween.

Out of the vision, who can be enemy?

"It's a monster ..." Jun said dark.

I have this kind of strength in three years old. After a few years, then I have, I am afraid that I can challenge the top five sequences.

All people are also surprised, don't have to get a mouth, think it is necessary for a long time, this time the news will spread throughout the entire monarch.

Jun Xiaoyao broke the ancient pole in the Thai Yue Anist, and now defeat the Jun Sword.

The races who have questioned Jun Xiaoyings before, and now I admire the five-body investment.

"The joy of the joy is in the future, wait until you are ten years old, you can make a sequence, even on me." Jun said.

The rules of the monarch, the young life is qualified to join the sequence.

Jun Xiaoyao shrugged.

He has long been a zero sequence of eighteen ancestors.

The identity is even above the first sequence.

Just temporarily not announced.

Waiting for the ten-year-old banquet will be announced, if you know this news, I don't know what the expression will be.

"Happy buddy, will again." Jun Hao Jun now only wants to close the customs.

Jun Xiaoyao said that said: "Yes, Yan Jie brother, you are a sequence, there is no need to let what A cat Akang is followers, so there is a loss of identity."

The Jun said, the eyes flash, the opening: "I know."

Lan Qingya, I heard this, but the face is extremely red, and my heart is abnormal.

Obviously, the A cat, a dog in Jun Xiaoyou, means her.

Subsequently, the Jun Sword and Lan Qingya left.

"Hey, my means is still less than ..." Jun Xiaoyu Louiso's color.

Although he is now playing the foundation, it should also be cultivated some martial arts.

Otherwise, the means is too single.

It is a righteous martial arts class.

"Go to Grandpa asked." Jun Xiaoyao wanted.

On the other hand, how far the Jun Sword has not gone, stopped.

"I have seen it on the day, you leave the monarch." Jun is indifferent. "

"No, sword son, don't catch the elegance!" Lan Qingya face suddenly changed, and it was too unparalleled.

In the monarch, any cultivation of the resources, she is at my hand, the status is also a high person.

If you leave the monarch, she will use the women who struggled at the bottom.

"Roll, if you are not you, how can I get this trouble, I have lost such a big face!"

The Jun Gaojian arm is smashed, and Lan Qing Ya shores it, so that his mouth spits this.

Looking at the back of the Junzhi sword indifferently, the pain on Lan Qingya faces, transforming to the meaning of bones.

"Jun Xiaoyao, all you, with your identity, bully others ..."

"The wild ancient sacred body, is it broken a shackle of the wild ancient sacred body, if you tell this news, the hostility of the monarch, or the ancient rue ..."

Lan Qingya faces change, guess in your heart.

With her limited imagination, I can't imagine that Jun Xiaoyao broke the wilderness of the ten shackles.

In her opinion, it is very rare to break the wilderness of a shackle.

"Right, I heard that this king will hold a ten-year-old banquet, when I get the enemy to come ..."

Lan Qingya, with her own ability, don't say this life, even if you are in your next life, you can't get a lot of Jun.

The only way is to kill people.

"Wait, Jun Xiaoyao, there is a monk, you will pay the price!"

Lan Qingya hair exudes, gray face, and finally defended by the monarch, sweep away.

On the other hand, Jun Xiaoyao is not in the small character in Italian.

She is in the eye, and even the ants are better than the ants.

The reason why it warned the Junfu sword, just don't want to see it later.

At this moment, Jun Xiaoyao is in the heavens to teach.

"What, you have to learn the martial arts, this is not too good to be too high ..." Jun war covered a white eyebrow.

In his opinion, Jun Xiaoyao has not too bored.

It is only three years old. When it is the foundation, what martial arts will learn.

Moreover, cultivating martial arts magics also requires a lot of time, but also consumes a lot of time.

"Let me try it, if it takes too much time, it doesn't care." Jun Yao said.

In the end, the monarchy is not, can only agree to let Jun Xiaoyong a martial arts.

Moreover, the monarch also sold a little thought, he specially selected a great power, a high level, but also very complicated.

"This is the soldiers, after cultivation, the mana can be used as a knife, gun, sword,, ax, , hook, fork, etc., the soldiers, the soldiers, the soldiers are accompanied, The ground, the power is strong. "Jun is explained.

"That's good, I will cultivate the soldiers." Jun Xiaoyao is excited.

The monarch is a good laughter, and the heart is to say: "Grandson, I want to fight with Grandpa, this magical, grandfather is also a year in the past year, it can be introduced ..."

In the expectations of Jun's Day, Jun Xiaoyao should take a few days later, it will give up.

However, it is short to time after a few days.

In the Tiandi Palace, there is a roar, and there is no luck of the sky.

The golden mana is like a storm, and then condenses as a knife and gun sword, etc.

"Grandpa, I have been in a few days, I can get started, and I am very complicated." Jun opened out, shook his head, and looked down.

"Cough ..." The old blood in the sky is almost spit.

"Grandpa?" Jun Xiaoyao was confused.

"Nothing ... Nothing, I want to learn what I am in the future, I went to the Wu Pavilion, my grandfather is quiet."

Jun turned around and turned, I didn't want to talk to this little monster again.

Because I stayed again, I am afraid that I have to collapse it, I suspect that I have lived to the dog yourself so many years!

Jun Xiaoyao couldn't touch the mind.

......

Next, five years will turn away.

This year, Jun Xiaoyao is eight years old.

Junjiu is growing up, Junxiu is like a fairy.

Sometimes Jun Ling, you can stare at Jun Xiaoyao Shi Xi's handsome look all day, there will be no more troublesome.

For any woman, you can see such a fairy-like handshake every day, it is definitely a blessing of the three generations.

Jun Xiaoyao himself, it is always focused on cultivation and there is no slack.

His merit is the Supreme Law of Jun, Taixuan.

The refining method is the imaginators.

The soul of the soul is the chaotic god grower idea.

In addition, some of the monarch martial arts, including the soldiers, and he is also cultivating, it can be described as a hand.

Jun Xiaoyao's repair is also directly connected to the horticulture of the sea, breaking into the gangster, and the realm of the original Jun Sword is similar.

And because of the special reasons of the wild ancient sacred body, the Linghai of Dantian in his body is the golden spirit sea, and he is boundless.

The degree of manity, the same class is no one, it is called endless look.

"From the ten-year-old banquet, only two years, after the 10-year-old banquet, I should go out to go to the world, and the news of the Yuan Tian Supreme Secrets will be explored." Jun Xiaoyao mysterish. "

He has signed in the ground, but he has always been memorable.

After all, I have already signed the big, the ancient sacred body and the idiots, and he is very curious to pick up what good things can you get.

On the other hand, Jun Ling is also in the side of the Temple Palace, she has finished the loyal maid of Jun Xiaoyao.

At some moment, Jun Ling has a feeling, takes out a jade train that passes a message, and there is a message to pass.

"Is her?" Jun Lingliang is convinced.