"Zhou Yi!"
Virtual shaking a statue of golden giant steps out of the bow.
"I didn’t expect us to meet in this situation."
"Yes."
Zhou Jia nodded
"I’ve heard for a long time that Master Yang’s name is very common, and even Xiao Guoliang, the gangster of the black wind, failed to escape from the palm of the cabinet."
People who come here are more than three feet tall, and they turn into golden yellow, like a giant pouring gold, and they smell of terror.
Impressively, it is Yang Su, the leader of the Jushan Sect.
Single-handedly brought the Giant Mountain Sect to fight against the Ghost Sect.
"joking"
In the face of Zhou Jia’s praise of sheep element, his face was indifferent
"If it weren’t for Xiao Guoliang, he would have been seriously injured. I may not be able to leave him behind … do you know the crime?"
The last HeWen sound like muffled thunder rolling straight to Zhou Jia.
"Oh!"
Zhou Jia’s face remains unchanged.
"Is Zhou guilty?"
"Your name is the ice source marrow, but I help the forbidden things, but I secretly buy and commit my rules." Yang Su’s feet are empty and his eyes are gloomy, and he walks word for word
"You secretly tricked the black wind bandits into misunderstanding that I helped you secretly. Xiao Guoliang’s anger led to the death of the Yan family. He was the only one who got away with it."
"Another team of djinn guards survived all their lives."
His mouth tells the HeWen Zhou Jiasuo again.
"You know the sin!"
"This is bad." Zhou Jia shook his head.
"Zhou has long been awake. Deputy Wang Yan and the criminal elders are dangerous and vicious. You must be careful."
"Ask yourself that you have done justice and kindness …"
"Some people want to die, but they can’t stop it."
"How dare you!" Sheep drink a lot, and his body is huge, and his voice is even louder. Every syllable can cause gas tremor and hurricane.
"Zhou, you killed me and helped so many people. Is there a gift?"
"Pick me up!"
The sound falls and punches out.
Golden fist with a comparable ferocity is far away from Li Xu until the punch front is impressively near.
In Zhou Jia’s perception and vision, there is nothing but this golden fist front.
Pseudo-magic!
Almost all of them have mastered a pseudo-magic skill, and Xiao Guoliang is no exception.
Moreover, the seventh-order silver from Huang Jincheng was born with great strength and won the gold blood-washing pulp-cutting body, which was terrible.
Even Zhou Jia, the flesh, is far from being matched.
"Come on!"
In the face of the incoming boxing front, Zhou Jia did not retreat, but showed a grinning face. With a slight quiver, his body instantly turned into a giant spirit of the highest plough.
Violence!
Djinn!
The same punch, the fist, the axe, the evolution of fist meaning, the earth and the earth hit, and the golden fists collided head-on
"Boom!"
At the moment of collision, a terrible hurricane emerged from the contact point and swept all directions.
Peng!’
Two people together to retreat.
Zhou Jia even retreated for three steps, and beriberi rolled and roared; Sheep element just took a step back but his eyes narrowed slightly.
obviously
On the strength of the two men is slightly weaker than that of Zhou Jia, but this level of strength in the seven-level silver does not have obvious advantages
Moreover, he hasn’t aroused the urgent thunder state, and if he inspires the power, he can also soar on this basis.
of course
Sheep element seems to have just displayed its ordinary state and has no strength to go.
"Good strength"
Zhou Jia gently rubbed his wrist and smiled faintly.
"Why don’t you ask yourself?"
"Ha ha ….." Sheep element face change suddenly face upwards laughing.
"Brother Zhou needs to be self-effacing. You are less than the sixth order. When you are repairing, you can still shrink back to Huang Jincheng until another day. You can prove that the seventh order sheep is far less than it."
He smiled and killed himself as if he were another person just now.
"Brother Zhou"
Converging the body and breathing, taking out a thing with sheep essence.
"Should things be returned here?"
The thing in his hand is impressively Xiao Guoliang’s personal sword, which is an extraordinary fake artifact, but the owner of the artifact flickers on his own.
"no"
Zhou Jia shook his head and waved his long sleeves lightly.
Zhou Jia’s visual appearance did not change at all. Obviously, he knew there was an ambush waiting for Xiao Guoliang to enter the urn.
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