Chapter 3367 (2/2)
Murong Xiong's silhouettethe space A voice cauys dare to play any st the air stewardesses”
”Humph!”
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As his voice faded, the space around him trembled
Just now, that Elder's body had loosened up and he was so scared that he almost fell to his knees His face was inco of having half of his body in another space was just too unbearable
presbyter of God's tribe's gaze turned sinister, he secretly clenched his fists, ”Murong Xiong!”
A cold light flashed in his eyes
He felt extremely displeased
However …
This ti, but the God's design attic
Seeing that Murong Xiong had disappeared, the presbyter of God's tribe said in a low voice, ”Grand Court, let the competition continue!”
”You won just now Let's continue”
While they were talking …
Another presbyter of God's tribe walked up
A new Refining Platfor Grand Court: ”Grand Court, please!”
Grand Court's entire body was cracking Right now, not to , it was extreer But even so, he did not give up
He was still thinking about picking up the ha!”
The haround
Grand Court bent down to pick it up, ”Puff …”
A huge mouthful of blood seemed to pour out from his mouth
”Grand Court!”
”Senior Brother!”
The people of God's design attic stepped forward
The God's tribe refiner's face carried a cold smile, and he said: ”You can't even afford to use a hammer, what kind of weapon is this? ”What a piece of trash”
The disciples of the God's design attic all stared at hihed: ”What? A? Isn't your Grand Court a trash? ”Trash who can't even bring out a han attic disciple could not bear listening to him anymore, and said: ”Grand Court is severely injured, if he was not severely injured, he could have defeated you with a single hand”
The artificer frohed: ”Who told him to be so heavily injured? ”Don't tell me that if you were to duel with me now, you would be considered trash even if you can't win!”
”Grand Court, whose side is it that I am on?”
”Hahaha …”
Suddenly
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”The trash of the God's design attic, look at this oldis” presbyter of God's tribein all directions
Ha …”
”Bang, bang, bang …”
It was abnormally fierce
In five minutes, a holy artifact was created
The aura of the God's tribe's artificer receded Looking at the Grand Court on the other side, his face was filled with ridicule as he said, ”Grand Court, aren't you too weak?”
”I'?”
”Hahaha ”Truly a piece of trash” Grand Court's gaze tensed up, blood gushi+ng out from the corner of his mouth, the number of blood points on his head became '0'!