Strong oppression swept.

Those weak monks are very changed in appearance, and they have looked at the sky.

The blond man was too yield, the blond was casually scattered on the shoulders, the face was beautiful and extraordinary, and the eyes were cold as a falcon.

There is a power in his body!

I am invincible, I am alone.

If it is the word of heaven, it is the second heaven, the spirit of the king of the old eight.

“Who is this, the dragon?”Or the people of the Zhao family.

God’s surprise, I speak to myself.

“He is with me as a demon, a follower of the Peng King.”

A man in green smiled.

He is the son of the king of the green, the little king of the green-clad.

"Oh, no wonder."God heard a great look of understanding.

Blonde Yingwei man is not someone else, it is the golden wing of the king, the strong demon pride in the sky, but unfortunately later fell on the road to the emperor, otherwise it is not impossible to become emperor in the future with his qualifications.

“Hasn’t he been beaten by the Holy Spirit yet?”

He looked at the pride of the golden-winged king, and he looked at the king of green clothes.

Listen to this sentence, including the young king of green clothes, the people present are stunned.

“Oh, no.”

The people's incomprehensible expression will be, and Dao Tianjun immediately understood.

“Brother Peng.”The king of green-clad little frog did not care too much about that topic, and greeted the golden-winged king.

Both are the heirs of the demonic people, and naturally have an intersection.

And at this time.

Dao Tianjun and the holy woman of Yaochi have entered the valley.

The valley was designed as an auction venue for two thousand people.

“Welcome to the auction, this time with our Temple of War as the host...”

The words of politeness begin under the words of a person of the year.

God is still very interested.

After all, he was the first time he had participated in the auction, and the novel auction was often mentioned.

"Not much to say, the first auctioneer, can help people break through the realm of the dragon drug king."

Listen to this word.

The spirit immediately came to the spirit, and the eyes were burning and looking at the table.

Finally he sighed.

They said that he was a wasteland, but I was afraid that he was the poorest, and poverty was the original sin.

"Yes, the dragon's ring has not been seen before."God thought.

The divine immersion in the space ring.

Wipe!

I just want to say that the poor ghosts are dying.

This is all the thing, all the valuable things and a drug king can not afford.

And what’s in there.

All women's clothes, or with a smell, obviously belong to the original costume of the legend.

I can't believe that the person who looks hanging is so polite and arrogant, is a costume quirk.

After a look, he finally locked in a drug.

This is a value second only to the king of the drug, if Dao Tianjun is not wrong, this thing should be hu-i'lu get, it is this drug that let the wooden whip challenge themselves, in order to test.

After moving things, Dao Tianjun did not want to talk.

"I'm out of half a million pounds."

"This ethereal medicine I exchange it with the same level of ancient medicine, in addition to 30,000 pounds of source."

"Sixty thousand pounds of God's source."

“...”

There is a rare medicine in Taiwan, and many people are fighting.

This eSpiritual Congress was huge in the past, the eunications were endless, and the drug king appeared several strains.

The eyes are red!

The breath felt unsettled.

If all these things appear at present are his, then he can break through to the dragon environment!

The ear constantly came from the Son of God, the mouth of the population is a hundred thousand pounds of words, and the word of heaven is directly speechless.

"Do these people have mines in their homes, and don't want money?"

The heart is speechless to the extreme.

Looking at the ring I got before, I didn’t even have a 100,000 pounds.

The poor.

God’s heart cursed the wood.

However, if the wooden whip must be angry here, he has a source of 90,000 pounds, these in the outside world belong to the great wealth, in the end he has no power behind him, otherwise there will be more.

In this moment.

A small book appeared in the hand of the Taotian, and he kept recording things.

“Brother, what are you doing?”The holy woman of Yaochi noticed the action of the Tao Tianjun, good way.

More than just her.

Anyone who pays attention to God is good, and he is recording something.

He said, the head of the sky is not up to write something.

Its voice spreads.

"I'm recording, I'm writing down what I'm buying, and the next time they challenge me, I'll let them take this thing as collateral."

The words were not hidden, and those present, or those in the valley, could hear them clearly.

Then they turned their faces to anger.

They despise them!

Feeling angry eyes, Dao Tianjun wrote the last stroke, he looked at the past.

"Why don't you accept, take what you just sold at auction as a bet, and I accept the challenge."The sky is oblique.

However, in the face of the challenge of heaven.

Some people don't go straight over their heads, they can't deal with the strange magic of Tao Tianjun.

There is no absolute certainty that it will not be done.

After all, they do not mean the individual, or the face of the forces behind them.

"What a pity."

God sighed, he really felt sorry.

The reason for this is to stimulate them, and it turns out that these Sons are too rational.

My own medicine!

He is in pain, a great heartache.

The holy woman of Yaochi smiled, if the winter cold plums bloom, the lilies bloom in July.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp look.

Looking at it with eyes.

It was the golden-winged king who was looking at him, and the golden pupil was like a sun, making it impossible to look at it, for fear of being burned.

His eyes have a solitary power.

“Look at what I’m doing, are you going to fight with me?”The heavens are open and do not fear such a sight.

They look up, and everyone faces a different face.

The strength of the Golden Winged Peng King is famous in the East, and it is precisely because of this strength that he is now.

"I came here for Ji Hao, and I didn't expect to hear the birth of the wasteland."The little king of the golden wing spoke.

The sound of a magnetic voice is proud.

His voice dropped.

The people looked at the man sitting in the seat, the man who was like the moon.

"I'd like to play with you and learn about the power of the wasteland."

The little golden winged Peng spoke plainly.

Although he said so, the words are extremely calm, with strong self-confidence and unrivaled temperament.

The young king of green-clad dragons, "peng brother him..."

He secretly spread the word and told him the things of Tao Tianjun, especially the strange magic.

After hearing this, the golden-winged little Peng’s eyes flashed.

Although there is a different color.

But his face is still so calm, calm as water.

For the sound of the young king of the green-clad, many people saw it, but unexpectedly, he did not mean to avoid war.

"The rumors are indeed false, the king of the golden wing is the pride of the East Desert Demon, and it has reached the realm of dragons, which is amazing."

At this time.

The great prince of summer laughed.

Its sound.

Everyone is a shock.

No wonder the golden-winged Xiaopeng Wang dared to fight with Dao Tianjun, and the gap between the realms of that kind of imperial art was useless.

This point from the top of the quaternary realm can be seen, he himself cultivated high, the power of the magic of the truth will be weakened...

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