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

There is a stream of stream, falling from the flying ancient beast.

Everyone watched, the head is a teenager who is straight, and the eyebrows take the boy.

Seeing this person, surrounding monks are slightly disappointed.

"It's not the king of the Queen, but the younger brother of the Qingteng, Wang Gang." A Tianjiao slightly shake his head, quite a little disappointment.

They also want to take a look at the beauty of the throne.

"Hey, my brother, how can I come here, and a group of people compete for a horses?" Wang Gang was eye-catching, and smiled coldly.

He is also very respect for Wang Teng.

In his thoughts, the Wu Mingyue is actively poured, saying that Wang Teng can accept it.

Let the Wang Teng take the initiative to grab the position of the horse, it is simply a loss of the emperor.

The entire Northland is honored to be proud of the Wang Teng.

At this time, the air is once again a roaring.

"The monarch finally arrived!"

Many monks in the scene, they are not from standing up, I want to see if Jun Xiaoyao has emerged.

However, let them disappoint, did not see the figure of the nine lion.

That is the royal mount of Jun Xiaoyao.

The Junan Festival has a few people like a Jun Sword.

It doesn't have the figure of Jun Xiaoyao to appear.

Various sounds are passed out.

Of course, most people still believe that Jun is unable to defeat the championship, but it will never be afraid.

There are also some people think that Jun Xiaoyao is a deficiency, not daren.

"It's a short group of short-shaky guys, the strength of the son, is it a general person to measure?" Jun Loun.

Even the most close people, they don't know the true strength of Jun Xiaoyao.

Those outsiders, will you know?

"Don't pay attention, I believe that I will come." Jun war laughed and confident.

However, how long, Jiang family is coming.

Jiang Shengyi and Jiangluo, this big one and two beautiful people appeared, as if the heavens and the earth have added briers.

Nothing's eyes were taken by these two shadows.

"They all said that the princess of the god is a lot, but Jiang family is beautiful, but there is no way." A young Tianjiao praised.

"These two beauty, if you can get one of them, I am dead, no regret!" There is a male monk.

"You are thinking about it, do you think you are God's god?" A group of people turned over.

The Ye Jia's side, Ye Xingyun pupil is slightly trembled.

The exquisite shadow that made him think about the night.

His personality has undergone subtle changes, but the feelings are still not changed.

Just when Ye Xingyun wanted to play forward.

Jiang Luo is directly bounked directly.

"Happy brother, happy brother, where is he?" Jiangli glass explored brain, swept it in the monarch group.

But left and right, didn't see the figure that made her day and night.

"He is not coming yet." Jun war.

"You this Nizi, is you anxious?" Jiang Shengyi came, the snow clothes were dusty, and the dreams were like a dream, which was indulge.

"Hey ..." Jiang Luoti drumped his mouth and fried Xiao Qiong nasal.

She is a little unhappy.

Because people who have not seen it.

And it is good, Ye Xingyun is biased at this time.

"Laution, I haven't seen it for a long time." Ye Xingyun revealed a smile.

"Who?" Jiang Luo is a little depressed and is irritated.

"I am Ye Xingyun." Ye Xingyun's cheek is still a stiff.

"Oh, people remember ..." Jiang Luo went a small head.

However, still do not wait for Ye Xingyun, he is heard.

"You are the one who is faint brother to fainting."

Ye Xingyun is even more calm, at this moment, it is also almost spit out of the old blood.

Jiang Luotao opened his mouth brother, closed a happy brother.

It's like a curse, and Ye Xingyun crashed mad, and he can't wait to kill Jun.

He barely reveals a stiff laugh, and then turned and left.

Jiang Luo is not concerned, she only has Junyao in her heart.

"You this Nizi, rest assured, I think he should come." Jiang Shengyi smiled and comforted.

She did not show it, but in my heart ...

In fact, I also want to see Jun Xiaoyao.

No ... I really want to see.

Over time, the major immortal forces is almost almost.

However, no one noticed that there is a head of a pocket hat is sitting on the most corner of the back.

It is Xiao Chen.

He is cold and staring at the monarch.

All say that love houses and Wu, hate is the same.

"In the future, if I want to rise completely, I will pull the Jun family, and I will cut the root!" Xiao Chen secretly swear.

At this moment, there are many embarrassments around you.

Far, a figure that is shrouded in the gods, and come.

"It is the championship!" Many monks shouted.

There is no wonder they pay attention, because the championship is the presence of a storm.

He is the most likely to be elected in Wu Ming Yue.

Plus and Jun Xiaoyao's championship.

All of this, push the championship to the tip of the wind.

At this moment, the championship, and the championship in Suzaku, there is different €,

The championship is just a part.

This is this.

The real championship, dressed in the darkness of the , hand holding a sharp and frank man gun.

In his body, it is faint, there is a bobbied sword to be filled, when it is the royal spirit.

"Is this the championship of the god, the breath is strong!"

"Yeah, it's better to see it, although this champion is not good, but strength is really strong!"

Seeing the real championship, there are many immortal forces, and the face is some dignified.

The championship is too powerful.

Plus a good luck.

Even the top Tianjiao, which is immortal, is awkward.

In the corner, I saw the championship of Xiao Chen, the face was instantly covered a layer of cold cream.

"This person is the scum of the moon, it can't be underestimated." Xiao Chen is abolished.

The sky, Yang is looking at the side of the monarch.

"Oh, there is no appearance, it seems that I still have a high look." Yang Pan face with a wipe.

Jun Xiaoyao took his peach and took his opportunity and destroyed his branch and saints.

Yang Pan simply killed the heart of Jun Xiaoyao.

It is also a kind of revenue to defeat the name of Jun Xiaoyao under the public.

However, his voice just fell, and he took an angry and crispy sound.

"What qualifications do you have to evaluate Happy brother, you are ugly dark big beetle!"

Open the people, it is Jiangluo.

Her words make the full field.

Then there were many attention to the championship.

The championship Hou is dark Tianwei horns, there are two dark corners.

Looking far away, it is indeed a bit like a black big beetle.

Many monks have bulls, their hands, smile hard, and their faces are red.

Yang Pan looks sank, and the expression becomes cold.