Chapter 1501: Charismatic dreams are too messy (1/2)
”I am very confused!”
”Ok?”
”The three saints will come ...”
Listening to the words of Dongfang Hengzhi, Shu Yuan and Mei Zhang also showed solemnity.
”Why is it strange?” Chu Hen asked.
The three looked at each other, but they were even more surprised.
”You don't seem to know.”
”Know what?” Chu Hen was a little confused by the words of several people. ”Isn't it that they should show up with such a big movement in China?”
However, Dongfang Hengzhi shook his head.
”In fact, they don't care about this ...”
”Oh?”
”The rules of jihadist convocation were jointly formulated by the various sectarian forces in the land of the Midland ... The ten strongest holy clans did not participate. They were only responsible for providing the venue for jihadist convocation for the participants to chase competition. The grievances of the various factions have nothing to do with them. ”
Dongfang Hengzhi explained.
Chu Mark frowned slightly.
Shu Yuan also said, ”Even if the shrines break the rules again, it is only the battle of the Zongmen in the Midland ... This kind of battle will actually occur after each jihad call. But they have never been seen intervening. Intervened. And ... ”
Shu Yuan paused, and there was a little bit of remnant left between the eyebrows.
”Also, the sacred tribe behind the battle **** palace ... I believe that although we don't know (qqng), they must know ...”
The Ares Palace has been entrenched in the land of the Midland for thousands of years, and its position has been solid and stable.
It is impossible for the other saints to know that there is another monster standing behind him.
Since the Saints of the Stars and the Saints of the Burning Heavens opened their eyes and closed their eyes on this behavior of the Honghuang Saints, they naturally knew it.
Today, the three saints are interfering with each other and standing in opposition to the Honghuang saints, which is even more unexpected.
”It is absolutely impossible for the Saints of the Stars to offend the Saints of the Honghuang because of this ...” Shu Yuan added a positive tone.
After all, all three are the supreme leaders of Zongmen.
My mind is very meticulous.
You can see the clue at a glance.
Moreover, they did not have any intersection with the three holy clans, of course, they did not intervene because of their reasons.
After thinking about it, in the end, it still fell to Chu Hen (body shēn).
...
After listening to the three people's explanations, Chu Hen suddenly felt like everyone else was awake, and he was drunk alone.
Think about it.
The arrival of Meng Xiulin and others is indeed a bit unjustifiable.
After all, who would offend the Honghuang saint who is also one of the ten strongest saints for the sake of a few small gates.
Too bad!
No need!
...
Thinking of this, Chu Henbu (forbidden jìn) fell into meditation.
”Is it?”
Chu Chen's fists were clenched lightly, his eyes narrowed, and his complexion was beyond expression.
”How? What did you think of?” Dongfang Hengzhi asked.
”No!”
Chu Hen Yakou denied, and immediately left (the body shēn) to leave the tower, leaving the three men with a confused look.
...
Will it be her?
Chu Hen walked down the steps of the tower and walked indifferently to other places.
In his mind, a pair of bright and beautiful peach blossoms appeared.
Last time in the realm of chaos, Bai Qianyu also appeared there. This time Meng Xiulin, Di Qiong and Liu Mian all came, but they didn't see each other.
Is this why?
Is it just something else?
...
As Chuchen was pondering, Yu Guang glanced from the corner of his eye, and saw that the other side of the tower was actually a slender and arrogant figure.
Jun Jian Song!
Chu marks brightened.
Qi Zheng (yuy) stepped forward to say hello to the other party, but at this time, there was a beautiful and graceful and intelligent Qian Ying who first walked to Jun Jiange (body shēn).
...
”Master Junge, don't you remember me?”
There was a little caution in the soft voice.
Jun Jiange's eyes narrowed slightly, her eyes narrow and handsome.
It wasn't anyone else who stood in front of him. It was Chi Zongying, the chief disciple of Wuzong's Nanling Peak.
Looking at the green hill fox close by, Chi Qianying's eyes glowed brightly.
Of course, Jun Jiange's mood doesn't seem to fluctuate much.
A look of stare at the light-hearted, graceful young woman indifferent.
”Ten years ago, you saved my life ...”