Chapter 873: It’s going to North Xuan. (1/2)
The 867th chapter should go to the North Xuan
”Your cultivation is now higher than mine.”
Xia Bing looked at the two people and smiled.
”Master, you can rest assured, you are the teacher of the boss, and stay in the Temple of War. After that, it is a rise of sorrow. I want to cultivate resources. I want to cultivate what kind of heavenly best works. In less than three or two years, you can break through to fight, no problem, it is fighting, it is very simple...”
Duan handsome laughed.
Fighting is also very simple?
Listening to a foreign disciple who said this sentence, the dreams of the four people are extremely strange, and the dream is the youngest of them. They have been practicing for more than 1.7 years, and they have the realm of today.
Everyone heard the words, the heart was extremely hot, and Shi Wen’s relationship with Ning Qi was quite good. He couldn’t help but say: “The sovereign, we have decided to join the Temple of War!”
”I also joined the Temple of War!”
”I am also joining!”
After seeing the seventy-two Emperors and the handsome words and deeds, everyone’s enthusiasm is extremely high. Now, even if they directly renege on the cloud, it is estimated that they will not hesitate.
”Hey, the lord, where did so many people come from?”
Li Minghao and the Eastern Holocaust came together. Among them, Li Mingxi did not recognize the dream and others, but thought that Ning Qi personally recruited Zongmen.
”Oh, it’s just a fight...”
I saw Li Mingxi's glance, and the three people in the heart of the sorrowful autumn thought at the same time.
”These are the same door in the future. These two are my masters.”
Ning Qi smiled and ordered a little bit of dreams and Shen Tu Yuanba.
”What? Your master?”
Li Mingxi was shocked. He said nothing, directly to the dream of light spirit and Shen Tuyuan's sacred worship, he misunderstood, thinking that the two are the real backing behind Ningqi, the true master of the seventy-two fighting emperors.
”Please start.”
There are some uncomfortable ways of dreaming.
Li Mingxi’s cultivation was higher than her, and she saw it at a glance.
Shen Tuyuan’s face showed a smirk on his face. He didn’t know what to say.
”Fu Jun, Doosan is bowing to you.”
Xia Bing secretly passed the voice.
”Well, Elder Li, although they are my masters, you don't have to do this.”
Ning Qi pulled up Li Mingxi.
”How can this be done, I should do this gift!”
Li Mingqi quickly said.
”They are not the one you think of.”
Ning Qi's faint voice.
Li Mingxi discovered that Shen Tu Yuanba is indeed only a lord, and the dream is light, although it is a fighting sacred, but it is much lower than him. He laughs and wants to ask Ning Qi, why is he? For the fight, one of the masters is just a fight?
”You are, the Eastern Holocaust of the Orient House?”
Meng Lingling suddenly looked at the Eastern Holocaust.
”The dream elder is just below.”
The Eastern Holocaust nodded slightly.