Chapter 412: Can No Longer Feel the Rude Gaze

"What's going on? What are they spitting out?" Li Rongji shouted in horror.

He Xuan and others who besieged the "Warning Guanyin Bodhisattva" stood in their original places first, closed their eyes and adjusted their breath for a while, before walking to the silent Monk Duobao.

He Xuan dipped his finger in some "silver paste," sniffed it, and licked it with his tongue... Xiao Yu looked disgusted.

"Yu Fengxian, what evil method did you use?" He Xuan turned his head and shouted at her.

Xiao Yu said: "I just..."

With a loud bang, a large amount of smoke splashed in front of him. When the dust settled, he saw Yuan Tian making a gesture of holding a stick with both hands and smashing it to the ground. However, there was no long stick in his hand, but a short stick, and in front of the short stick was a fragment of a long stick.

How could an honest and dutiful person like Wang Yourong fight with an old fox like Guan Chenji? Isn't this sending a rabbit into a fox's mouth, never to return?

Jingyi stated her thoughts, which made everyone present quiet down. Including Song Ximing who followed in later. Song Ximing's brows were tightly knitted, and he did not agree with Jingyi's proposal.

Undoubtedly, Old Master Tang must be the trump card found by Old Man Yu to deal with himself, and a very useful trump card at that.

He didn't even look at the information handed over by the housekeeper, but focused on the wine-red liquid rotating in the cup.

However, the romantic atmosphere in the restaurant, coupled with He Tinghan's peerless appearance, made He Zun infatuated and his emotions heated up.

Da Niu was in a hurry to find Zhao Fuxin, so he had no time to chat with her, so he worked harder, finishing early and getting it over with. He also thought: It's really a pity for this good name.

"Is that so? Anyway, I learned everything from you, drinking, drag racing, fighting and slashing people, even playing dirty... You taught me all of this." Many words had been suppressed in her heart. Today, An Lengling was indeed very happy, at least she could sit here and talk about the past with Ye Tianyu.

After speaking, he laughed and got up to leave. Jiranzi's last sentence seemed to have some deep meaning. Jimiaozi already understood, and Yang Zaixing also had some guesses, only Da Niu knew nothing.

If he wanted to give this painting a title, Yu Youjia also thought of a name he felt was quite suitable: Gender War.

"Joke, I don't know where you got a ghost-deceiving eye and started to expand, even forgetting how many pounds you weigh. Forgot your embarrassed look just now? If you forgot, look at the scars all over your body." Qi Ji'er mocked.

Those black sword shadows all melted into the Light Radish Immortal Flower. Suddenly, the black fate of darkness spread wantonly, actually wanting to completely defile this Light Radish Immortal Flower.

Dongzi spent the whole afternoon in the internet cafe checking this Su Laoer. No wonder that Old Fang asked for such a high price. It is said that this Su Laoer has several ruthless people under his command who fight black market boxing matches. Put on the street now, they are all characters who can fight a hundred.

"Hey, have you discussed it yet?" Nan Feng asked the Shangqing Daoists who were whispering to each other.

Seeing this situation, I should have been happy! But what happened next made me even more frightened.

When the potion became completely clear, Chen Xu's skin also turned from red to light red, and gradually turned to a normal color.

Yuan Anning tilted her head in confusion. This place was still a long distance from Chang'an. Even if Nan Feng set off immediately, it was not certain that he could rush over before nightfall.

"The City in the Sky is the holy land of my clan. Are you looking for death?!" Meiqisha's pretty face was also cold. If it weren't for the lingering fear in her heart, she would have killed him directly.

After fighting for nearly 20 minutes, the energy contained in the Xintian Core was almost exhausted. Even lying quietly on the ground, Xintian could still feel that the less than 10% of his energy was constantly overflowing.

Yan Feixue's tone was very cold. Nan Feng was afraid that she would be angry, so he didn't dare to persist, but he was very uneasy, very contradictory, and very worried about receiving such a heavy gift from others for nothing. ===== CHAPTER 413 =====