Chapter 6257 (1/2)
Is this woman giving up?
”There's still a stick of incense. She's going to give up?”
King Jinqilin jumped up in a hurry.
”Well, it's just a stick of incense. It's a waste if you don't give up. You can save some energy.”
Kunpeng Temple God mocked.
In a flash, it went back to compliment her eldest grandson Xueying.
”My great niece, I said, you are sure to win.”
”She gave up.”
The Secretary lightly danced and hissed.
Although she did not know how to read, she could see that her eldest grandson Xueying was much better than ye Lingyue.
If ye Lingyue didn't get that chaotic pearl, how could he be equal with his eldest grandson Xueying.
”Not necessarily.”
However, Qin was shaking his head.
Her eldest grandson Xueying was stunned.
Ye Lingyue hasn't given up yet?
But why did she leave the sky crack?
This sky crack is caused by mental power.
The other side is very strong, although it was formed thousands of years ago, it still exists for so long.
Over the years, it has some weakening, but it is still much stronger than their reading power..
Even if it was Xueying, the eldest grandson, after breaking away from the dreamland, it took nine oxen and two tigers to repair part of it.
Ye Lingyue leaves the sky crack, how to repair it?
”What is she doing?”
At the time when they were surprised, the purple hall was moved. He got up and saw him snatched up.
”Purple hall, you can't help.”
Chang sun converted to warn.
This is a competition between ye Lingyue and his eldest grandson. At this time, no one can help.
Purple hall this kid, usually looks at is a heart cold, but unexpectedly, will be so unable to restrain.
”Don't worry, that boy won't break the rules.”
Yunling shakes his beard, a pair of blue eyes, staring at the sky.
Although purple hall flies up, it doesn't get close to ye Lingyue directly.
He stopped in mid air, several feet away from ye Lingyue.
Ye Lingyue heard the movement behind her. When she looked back, she saw the purple hall. The corners of her mouth raised and showed a smile.
Thank you very much
Ye Lingyue nodded. She understood the intention of purple hall.
It seems that, her intention, Zitang also saw clearly.
One in front of the other and the other behind.
Ye Lingyue looks back again, staring at the sky crack.
In the sky of jiudangling cliff, the sky is like a ferocious scar, constantly changing.
It's long or short, wide or narrow, so people can't understand.
If it is restored by mental power, one's own mental power must also change with it.
This day crack has a kind of similar feeling, leaf Lingyue heart move.
Well, it's like the mysterious source of resentment on the bottom of the sea.
It's also erratic.
”Girl, you only have half a stick of incense.”
King Jinqilin, who was waiting on the cliff of jiudangling, could not hold his breath.
Even if you lose, it's better to lose.
How many days crack can be repaired by Banzhu incense?
Ye Lingyue is a raise hand, but the hand is more than a bottle of things.
It's a porcelain vase.
In the bottle, a touch of red immediately poured out.
Blood color, toward the sky crack in the past.
What is that?
People don't understand.
The eldest grandson snow Ying is also slightly frown.