Chapter 87

Carrying a scroll on his back.

Seeing Dou Changsheng had the Hero Sword hanging at his waist.

Walking step by step to the front of the third pass, he looked up at the towering, majestic pass.

He could see armored soldiers standing in great numbers, heads surging, gathering who knows how many people, and now they were all looking at him in unison.

Seeing Dou Changsheng's gaze was sharp, his gaze constantly moving, and he was already muttering in his heart.

As early as when he first entered the Seven Absolute Pass, he had already noticed something wrong. These Eastern Qi...

No matter how flowery Ren Yunluo's words were now, she would not believe them again. She had always kept the matter of the fake Qilin fruit in her heart and felt that she should continue to keep it in mind.

"Then do you have anything you are good at? So I can think about how to teach you?" Concubine Yan asked.

She walked to the pile of stones, where Bai Wutong was still lying. His face was pale without a trace of blood, and he was sleeping very deeply. She had already walked to his side, but he still had no feeling at all. As long as she thought that he had become like this because of her, she couldn't help but feel guilty in her heart.

"Black and White Impermanence? Are they still with you now? Did they help you a lot?" She held the phone and lay on the bed, asking.

Actually, she didn't know if she was injured either. When she fell last night, she only felt that her whole body was in pain and she couldn't move. Later, Song Tianming came and lit a fire for her, and she felt much better. She slept until dawn and thought her spirits would be much better, but she didn't expect it to become increasingly serious.

Hearing this, Bai Qiong frowned. He naturally didn't know why Ye Muyao looked extremely similar to Chi Shuiyao. Clearly, Ye Muyu was Ye Muyao's sister born of the same mother, but the two couldn't find half a similarity, which was truly a bit strange.

When she came out again, the eye-catching cleavage on Shu Man's upper body had been covered up a bit, but it didn't affect her firm, exquisite figure at all, still alluringly presented in his eyes.

"You were already dead to begin with," the Jade Emperor, who had been struggling with whether or not to sit down on the side, said casually.

Watching the Fourth Young Master like this, Su Lian couldn't help but cry again. He wanted to see her, and wasn't she the same? But would the old lady really agree to let herself go see Song Tianming?

"Hey, if you're not dead, get out quickly, otherwise this crazy woman will really hack you to death in a while," Ye Yanqing turned back and said to the man.

Young people are just overestimating their capabilities, just arrogant, and just like to show off. There is no reason. It's human nature.

Returning to his room in the inn, the inn hadn't opened its doors at this time. After a moment of speechlessness, Jing Chuan could only climb in from the window again.

Jing Chuan also understood why Lu Yao was so busy. Because he, the authentic head of the Lu family, had run away, all the matters of the Lu family naturally fell on him.

With such a big figure, if he could make friends with him, then if he encountered some trouble in the future, presumably if he spoke a word for him, everything would be settled.

Even watching the two chase in the direction of Lu Jingchuan, Lu Youyin was helpless because what he had to face was Lu Zhimin, who had the strength of the ninth rank of the Royal Rank.

With one sword slash, the blood-red air wave swept over, condensing into a sword gang, turning from blood-red to dark red. Murong Yang and Shangguan Yue should also be able to see the clues, and the two swords were horizontal at the same time. The purple and cyan air currents gathered together, and the air currents spread to form a magnificent palace.

Your levitation is probably just relying on the spiritual power of that signal gun, or that is a side effect of a space prop.

Zhong Mie, the person left by Jia Gu at the Yingkelai Hotel to deal with Xun Mengqi, how could he just be a lackey?

After all, Count Sancho of Burgos was more skilled, forcing Rodrigo to be exhausted and forcing him into the corner under the stairs.

Compared with the fighting style of Golden Core disciples, the fighting style of the Nascent Soul Realm is much more flexible, because of the existence of the domain.