The Strongest Sect of All Times

Jun Chang laughed from the second level of hell, which surprised the Iron Clothes Hou, then brought his men around, which was solved by an AOE of the other party without any difference.

Absolutely.

The main inmates of three layers of hell are able to endure and the first two are incomparable in physical defense, so a hard glance at each other, though a little painful, at least stands still, at least retains most of the fighting power.

Just...

If you do it again, the fairy will be damned!

“Friends!”

The iron coat loosened its clenched fist, and the clothes softened: “Say something! ”

This guy is alright. Diting and Huo Xuan were abused and lost their fighting power before they could even confess.

“I'm going to be the boss of three layers of hell. ”

"Do you agree or disagree? ”

“This…”

While the iron coat is still under consideration, point to the flashing light of the river and mountain.

He didn't dare to say a word. I bet you didn't have a bullet in your gun. I had to rush to say, "Agree, agree! ”

“Give me your soul. ”

“My friend, you are a little too much...”

“Whoo-hoo! ”

Referring to the brilliance of the mountains and rivers, Iron Clothes Horse's butt suddenly came cool and hurried to say: “Interact! ”

Thus, the main prisoner of Hell on the third floor of the town did not surrender his weapon without half a chapter and was not given any opportunity to expand the plot at all.

“Wait here. ”

After obtaining the soul origin, King Chang smiled faintly: “I will go to the next floor to see it. ”

Speaking, start walking toward the transmission array.

The iron coat shouted, “This guy didn't come down from one or two floors, did he? ”

……

After entering the next level of hell, Jiangshan recovered from holding the pen because he ran out of two must-kill CDs referring to Jiangshan.

“Even with a CD, it doesn't necessarily work.” King smiled secretly.

Faced with the iron coat, it was obviously a little weak at first glance, and the fourth layer of BOSS was definitely stronger.

However.

What surprises King Chang.

When he enters a new four layers of hell on the boat and solves the internal fighters by shrinking the law, the main culprit who comes out is an old man in a white robe with a fairy bone.

He grabbed an iron pen and said, "Do you like dancing and making ink? ”

The voice is friendly and friendly, without any hostility.

King Chang smiled and could see in his eyes that the other party's strength, though strong, was by no means such an evil and unforgiving bad person, so he grinned in his heart: “It seems that the fortress of the stars is a sin of others according to his own law. ”

Let him be right.

Fortresses always follow their own laws when trying and detaining prisoners, and you can be convicted of spitting in the universe at will.

If you are authorized by a superior authority to convict a martial artist, then forget it. If you have not proven yourself effectively, you may consider yourself a policeman who maintains peace in the universe.

“Little bit. One, two? ”

“What about poetry and songs? ”

“It's okay. ”

The old man with white hair laughed: “Little friend, come down from the top, you want to compete with old age? ”

“No.”

Gun Chang shook his head with a smile and denied: “I came to find someone. ”

Such an elderly man, who is very accommodating in his words and deeds, will certainly not follow the previous hegemony.

Besides, aside from the pleasure of trying to find a dominant prison, it's really to find the Nine Wu Emperors, but unfortunately it's only a few layers of hell that haven't been found.

“If, according to traditional drama, you need people or things, you often have to have plenty of them in the water before they come to an end," the system said. ”

“Aren't you afraid of being blocked? ”

“Come on, I've been hit in the face so many times, I don't want to do it anymore! ”

……

“Is there someone on the fourth floor you're looking for? ”

“No.”

“In that case, I'm afraid my little friend is going to look for it on the fifth floor, so... only defeating old age can pass. ”

The old man with white hair always smiled, always masterful.

“Senior. ”

King Chang smiled helplessly: "Do we have to go to the point of moving a knife and moving a gun? ”

Between brief exchanges, he has determined that the old man with white hair is by no means the kind of bad old man who suddenly darkens, so he hopes to be able to get through with his mouth cannon.

“No, no, no, no. ”

“I'm a nebula," said the old man with white hair. "I rarely use knives and guns with other people in my life, if I have to win. ”

Speaking of which, lift the iron pen: “It will be used. ”

“ …… ”

Kingston smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

The old man took a brush like his own pointer Jiangshan, but every single hair, is made of minerals like iron, can a fight depend on stabbing?

“Brush!”

Right now, one thing flies in.

Gun Chang smiled vigilantly, but after a closer look, he discovered that it was a very large piece of cardboard that flew in and hung up in front of him.

“Since Little Friend also has a pen and a mastery of poetry and song, we will win today with ink. ”

Nebuloko asked, "What do you think? ”

This is an interesting way to fight.

However, King Chang smiled: “Pen ink is not better than spiritual energy and strength, how can we divide victory and defeat? ”

"Everyone writes words with different rhymes and special souls," said Nebula Zizi. "By contrast, nature can distinguish between victory and defeat. ”

“Just writing?” King often laughed.

“Of course.”

Nebula smiled: "If your little friend has a lot of research into his poetry, you can also write it. Words and poems are the same, and they all have an inner soul. ”

“Okay!”

King Chang laughed and arched his hand: “Then use a pen for martial arts! ”

“Please!”

“You're long, you first. ”

Nebula did not humbly raise the iron pen in his hand gently, not the force of martial arts from the lean palm into the tip of the pen, then stood up and wrote on the Xuan paper.

Every pen, every painting.

They all smell super vulgar!

“That's the master! ”

Gun Chang laughed from the perspective of the bystander alone, was deeply shocked, even from the other party's mention of a setback, it seemed to feel that although it was not martial arts, there were special ways to return to Aoyi.

“Brush!”

“Brush!”

The nebula dramatically wrote down, until it landed in place, and the tip of the iron pen gradually darkened, behind the raised Xuan paper, there were two lines of writing - the pen drawing dust, and the painting was dry.

“Seniors! ”

Although he is not an elegant person, although he has little research into poetry, he can also see from two passages a kind of Qisheng Mountain River. Especially the writing is quite good, it can be completely framed and collected!

“Little friend! ”

"“ Please! ”

“Ugly!” King Chang laughed a little at his toes, and the whole person flew up, pointing to the flashing light of the river and the mountain, and wrote it on the Xuan paper.

Although the dog's character is a bit cheap, he is quite gifted in writing. Especially when he comes up empty, there is a power from the East all around him!

The great Hua Xia King often laughed. He inherited the excellent tradition of Hua Xia. Poetry Xian Li Bai, Poetry Saint Duff, and Poet Li Ha are spiritual attachments at this moment. He is not alone in the battle, he is not alone!

“Brush!”

“Brush!”

Next wind, thunder, everything!

The nebula frowned first, then stagnated slightly and became ecstatic.

“Step!”

Little by little, Gun Chang smiled and dropped. If it weren't for his hair, he would definitely shake his head like a show in front of the camera.

And as for the paper behind it, it reads--

Ten thousand poems.

Wine is a thousand pounds.

How many times have you looked at the Hou Wang?

The system growled: “After half a day, I still copied my ancestors' ancient poems! ”

“Me.”

King stood proudly behind his back with a smile. “Are you proud? ”

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PS, fifth more.