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In a hall of the college, it was just now that those old guys were here, and their faces were hard to calm down.
"I don’t think it’s possible that Xiang Ye was only a four-level monk when he was away from school. How can he compete against a nine-level monk when it’s only six years ago!"
"I think so. Besides, Jiang Lan is no ordinary nine-level monk. I don’t believe that his strength can be killed in the top three in Donglong," said another.
However, at this time, there has been no talk. "Whether it is true or not is always harmless to us. The only thing that is wrong is that we didn’t keep the old guy Grain Rain. I don’t know if this person will turn against us after coming back!"
"Don’t worry about turning against us. After all, the other party is not our enemy. He should be understandable. After all, we have secretly helped a lot of wolves. Otherwise, the wolf gang is gone now, especially the wooden city Feng family, who has not given up until now. Feng Yuan has always wanted to give us important people." Two elders said slowly with a sigh of relief.
When they heard that, they were also slightly relaxed. If Xiang Ye has Jiang Lan’s strength as Bing Mei said, they must thread their thread when they come back this time.
"Bing Mei didn’t lie. I think after all, Ciro’s death is very clear. Think about it again. Bing Mei is such a talented person. If Xiang Ye doesn’t have that kind of strength, how can he see it?" Three elders then came out with a gentle voice.
At that time, the monks here were all silent. In fact, they believed it from the bottom of their hearts, but their mouths still felt a little ashamed. In those days, a little monk in the fourth-level realm became such a terrible horn in just six years. Why didn’t they blush?
"Ah, Grain Rain, that old guy’s eyes are really good. He should also be satisfied …" A sigh rang out from the Three Elders.
Chapter five hundred and eleven Blood Wolf to ice plum
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This day is the second celestial realm after the breakthrough of Bing Mei. At this time, she is really a monk who realizes the source realm. Just as she wants to meditate for a while again, she suddenly feels something and suddenly rises up and rushes out of the room.
She felt a strong blood ShaQi came here, this person aggressive appearance is furious.
In the ice plum has seen a red’ color’ figure coming to her. At this time, the red’ color’ figure is also felt. There is a seven-level monk who has come to speed up again. Only a red’ color’ flash can be seen in the middle.
"Master this person is not simple …" Bing Mei secretly sighed in her heart. She still felt that she was definitely no match for this person, but she naturally couldn’t let this person hurt the clock shine and the wooden city.
After a few breaths, this red’ color’ flash has appeared in the opposite side of Bing Mei. When I saw Bing Mei in front of me, my eyes changed slightly and I didn’t talk, but the figure fell directly from it. I didn’t rely on the source force to fall like a mortal.
"Boom …"
A huge sound came to Bing Mei’s ears. Seeing this scene, Bing Mei’s eyes flashed. This person is so abnormal that he jumped directly from it. You know, even a seven-level monk would be seriously injured if he fell from it. This person not only has nothing, but has several huge cracks on the solid stone floor.
Although a burst of wonder in Bing Mei’s heart, it still fell in front of this person, so people actually walked towards Zhong Linger’s several rooms at this moment.
"I don’t know how to call this Taoist friend to ask the owner’s permission to enter here." At this moment, Bing Mei’s face has’ exposed’ some anger. This outrageous man is too reckless to say that he is also a seven-level monk like he didn’t see himself.
Finally, after Bing Mei said this sentence, the red-blooded man paused slightly, and his face’ color’ had’ exposed’ an obliteration. "Master, you said you were from here!"
"Yes, I am the friend of the host here …"
Just as Bing Mei wanted to say that when he went in, he had to go through his own consent. This person’s figure had already rioted. When he saw a blood’ color’ phantom, he shot directly at himself, just like a left arrow, which made Bing Mei not react for a while. The other party actually said that he would start work.
Just as the man was about to choke the white neck of Bing Mei with his red hand, an ancient lyre with a handle jumped to instantly melt an ice burn and rushed directly at the man.
However, this person’s figure is still on the rampage against the ice burn without hesitation, which seems to be "pumping" out of the blood, and his hand flashes a burst of red "color" and directly grabs a wing of the ice burn, and then he casually throws a huge ice burn and flies like a toy.
That is, this instant ice plum didn’t react. If it weren’t for his own life source, he had been psychic, and he would have been captured and killed by the other party. At the same time, there was a burst of terror in his heart, and it was also a burst of language. I didn’t expect that just seven monks were almost killed in the first world war.
"The psychic source seems that your origin is not simple, but I think you can still live this time. No matter what your background is, I won’t live." This red figure glanced at the guqin handle on Bing Mei’s head and said.
Bing Mei’s anger also rose at this moment. The other party is also a seven-level monk who doesn’t put himself in the eyes. "Hum, it’s not certain who will die after a sneak attack, you savage!"
With that, Bing Mei snapped at the lyre and suddenly there was a series of melodious sounds "waves" around her. As the sound "waves" appeared, the ice burn was thrown out, and it was also a surge of momentum and returned to Bing Mei’s eyes.
At this time, the red’ color’ figure has once again attacked the ice plum, but it was still just that kind of move.
But at this moment, Bing Mei’s mouth flashed with a contempt for her hands, and ten fingers increased her strength again. The sound of "wave" around her rose again for a few minutes, and a series of source forces "wave" were formed around her, constantly attacking this red "color" figure
At this moment, the speed of this figure quickly approaching the blood color finally slowed down a little, but the man immediately put his fist into the middle of these "waves" and made a punch. Seeing that a blood color source force "wave" in the center of his fist was also formed, it defeated the ice plum to form those white "color" source forces "waves".
Then the man disdained to smile again and didn’t stop him from rushing to the ice plum.
Bing Mei’s face’ color’ changed at this moment, and she quickly’ fuck’ the ice burn and stopped it towards this person. At the same time, she waved the lyre and left it in her hand, and she played it in person with her hands.
At this time, the ice burn was once again hit by a burst of flying ice slag, which obviously suffered a lot. However, when the blood color figure continued to attack, the sound of the piano around it had changed, and the source force "wave" around it disappeared. Instead, the soul force "wave" moved directly into the mind of the blood color figure.
Bing Mei has already seen that the blood’ color’ figure’ flesh’ body strength is unusually strong and Xiang Ye is abnormal * *, but these people’s soul force cultivation is generally weak. After all, Xiang Ye’s soul force is as strong as * *.
Sure enough, when the soul force sound "wave" entered this red figure, the invincible figure had stopped, and there were some rare changes in the face. This person’s eyebrows were tightly knit together, which showed that he was trying to endure the pain in his mind.
Just when Bing Mei breathed a little sigh of relief, she found that the stopped figure flashed a red mans eyes trembling slightly, and her body had recovered calm and then flashed towards herself again.