Chapter 1185 Sun Poetry
"Is there a reincarnation of the saint in the Son of the Feathers? Is it incredible?"
Fang Han’s gaze was shot in a small group not far from him. The leader of this small group was a middle-aged man. He was easy-going and easy-going. He had a refined manner and saw Fang Han’s self-seeking. He also Looking back, I nodded with a smile and showed enough courtesy.
This is a strong figure among the sons of Yuhuamen.
"This person is called Sun Shi painting, but it is one of the most prestigious sons in our feathering door. It is rumored that a painting in the ancient times was reincarnation with paintings, but the work is quite elegant, and the atmosphere is bleak, not sticking to the summary. It is worthwhile to make a contribution. After entering the Taikoo Market, they will help each other."
Xu Bing Qingdao.
"Wind brother, can you come together?"
At this time, the leader of the small group, Sun Shi, painted the other party's cold voice: "This time entering the Taikoo Market, the heavens will open some sinister areas, very dangerous, and the Yuanxian enters it, there is a danger of corruption. Wind Yuan Shidi got the inheritance of Bone St., and the power of the Master is not as good as our cooperation. How to help each other in the same boat?"
"Go, we are."
Fang Han’s big sleeves slammed into the inch, and he came directly to the small group not far away, and glanced at the members of this small group.
This small group, five people, in addition to the Sun poetry and painting, two men and two women, but all are absolute elite. The gods are full of light, hidden in the depths, and there is a faint atmosphere in the body. If you stand at random, you can have a little feeling and dare not look at it.
"Wind brother, you are at the gate of the temple, against the Dark Emperor, the Emperor's Palace, the Yan family, the Sun God Palace, I really appreciate it. This group of outsiders, although I received the acquiescence of my high-level door, but It’s all wolf ambitions, cultivating the Son, to dig the foundation of my feathering door, it is necessary to give them a lesson, even if the younger brother does not shoot, I will also shoot.” When Sun Shi painting met, he greatly appreciated Fang Han’s behavior.
In his tone, he is loyal to the Yuhuamen, and he is dedicated to the interests of the martial art, not to mention gains and losses.
"Sister Sun was put into the division in the early years and was robbed and killed. I was saved by the door of the door of the feathering door. Since then, I have been thinking about the interests of the martial art. It is the most likely person to be the most respected person in the future." Fang Han ear to remind me carefully.
"Oh? Is there such a thing?" Fang Han knows that a large part of the sacred son of Yuhuamen is a sentimental sect, including himself. Now he is basically working for the feathering gate. Selling martial art.
"Well, I heard that some **** trials have been done before. We have been killed by a number of sacred sons. The loss is heavy. I don’t know if Sun Shi’s brother can tell us in detail, the enemy sect of our feather gate is Which one? I entered the Taikoo Market this time, I specifically started these martial arts, killing them a **** river, revenge for my feathering door!" Fang Han asked.
"it is good!"
I heard Fang Han say this, Sun Shi’s eyes brightened and he called a good word.
"The main enemy of our feathering gate is too one. Of course, there are also big Yijiao, Tianyapai, Fanyunzong, these few supreme gates. Of course, the Makino family has also killed the son of the feathering gate, but We can't go directly to kill revenge, because behind the Makino family, there is a war against Wang Tianjun."
Sun Shi's paintings also tried their best to show the enemy's sects of Yuhuamen one by one, which martial art can kill and swear, and which sects can not be offended, all of which explain for Fang Han.
"But the wind brother, you have to be careful. There are some masters in the door. It is the reincarnation of the ancients to the emperor. Although it has not inspired the strongest power, it is unfathomable. The younger brothers must be careful when they encounter them. Don't be strong. Although the younger brothers have received the inheritance of the bones, their strength is much stronger than the bones."
"I know that this time, when I looked at the air, I saw that there was a reincarnation of the emperor, and it was unfathomable. But these characters, if they can take their strength, have not yet awakened, in a period of ignorance, killing one. Refining into your body, then..."
Fang Han’s face showed a smile that grasped everything.
"The younger brother should not think so." Sun Shi's painting was taken aback: "These characters are the reincarnation of the emperor, the means are very, there are hidden killings, and the younger brothers must not take risks, otherwise the disaster will come one after another."
"There is nothing, and it is not the reincarnation of Tianjun!" Fang Han said casually: "The Nangong sadness is called the love of the Holy Spirit. It has been cultivated and reached the peak of the Holy Immortal. It is about to enter the realm of the Emperor, but I am still shocked. Retreat, I naturally have the means to deal with the saints, to the reincarnation of the emperor. Of course, it is better for Sun’s brother to cooperate with me. It is more expensive and more demanding. These people have killed their value far more than looking for treasure in the Taikoo. ”
"Well, since you have a card, my grandchild poetry is not a weak person. As long as I can find opportunities, I will never blame myself." Sun Shi painted.
Just as Sun Shihua and Fang Han talked, when many of the sons of Yuhuamen were gathered in this street, on the other street in the far away ancient city, the Son of the One Gate was also gathering.
On a high floor, the core figures of several Taizi sons were negotiating, and their eyes were seen in the streets of Yuhuamen.
"In this feathering door, I heard some powerful people? The genius of the Son?"
A tall, thin man wearing a hundred coats.
"Yes, the new Yuhuamen has recently been promoted to the emperor of the night, Xiang Yizhen, and the bare-handed Tianzun Gu Changfeng, Yanxigui, imaginary clouds, right, there is also a man named Fengyuan, these people are geniuses, It also makes us the object of killing in this **** trial. The sons of Yuhuamen are very honorable. We usually go to obliterate and must cause the martial art war. Every time the blood test is the best. opportunity."
"There are a few top sons in the feathering gate, painting the paintings of the reincarnation of the Sun, this person must be obliterated."
"This person has become a climate. Even if we can join hands to defeat him, we can't kill him, but this time I have no chance."
"Your news has fallen behind, the night emperor passed down, even the rumor is the reincarnation of the night emperor, and Gu Changfeng, Yan Xigui, will not come to participate in the **** trial. About you still not Knowing that these three people were offended in the temple of the Feuding Gate, they were defeated by the seal and were all stunned for three days and three nights at the door."
The window of this tall building suddenly flew in. This person has a middle-aged appearance, a national character face, an upright, a little jade-colored imprint in the eyebrows. The whole body has a broad skeleton, and the shoulders support the sky. The big hands are soft and shiny, and they have the power. Artistic conception.
"Zhao Fenghua brother!"
"Fenghua brother."
The masters of several sons immediately saluted, showed enough respect, and then heard the man's words, all of them were shocked: "There is such a thing? What is the reason for the wind? Is it so powerful?"
"I heard that he got the inheritance of Bone St., in the tomb of Ghost Wu Shengjun, met the bone saint of one of the Seven Devils of the Magic, and taught him all his skill and spirit, which made him become a master."
This Zhao Fenghua’s brother said: "So, this time I talked with us about a high-level, this person is a genius, and the fire is still shallow, it is best to kill, you must take the opportunity to kill him. Eliminate a hidden danger, of course, The main goal of this time is to kill Sun Shi's paintings, as well as the existence of several ancient sacred immortals in Yuhuamen, to the reincarnation of the immortals."
"Original, that one is really the object of our murder, but his relationship with the Dark Emperor is not convenient, and he is now defeated and fined. This shows that he is not a night emperor. Reincarnation, the reincarnation of the night emperor has another person." One too, the Holy Son said: "And the punishment, all the face lost light, no dignity, the attack on the practice is very heavy, there is no possibility of progress in the future. These people have already It’s gone, we don’t have to kill it.”
"Well, we entered the Taikoo Market this time, in the **** trials, first kill the wind, and then kill the Sun poetry! Let the elites of the Yuhuamen lose all, and they will not recover."
Many sons of Taiyi are common.
"Look, the messenger of heaven is down!"
Bang!
At this moment, all the saints saw almost, and the sky was round. The big day landed, and the light was tens of billions of miles. In that round of the big day, there were more than a dozen saints, and the atmosphere was overwhelming. Around the saints, there were some masters of the Yuanxian standing in it, so that most of the saints bowed their heads and almost squatted down, not dare to face the eyes of these saints.
A saint is an absolutely powerful force. The realm of the Holy Immortal, the extraordinary sanctification, is not the general master can resist. Among the saints present, although there are some masters, some are still reincarnated, but they are impossible. The fighting power of the holy fairy.
Reincarnation is tantamount to coming back. Power can't reach the peak of life, at most it is better than ordinary people.
It is as if Fang Qingxue is the reincarnation of Tianjun, and her strength cannot be comparable to Tianjun. Otherwise, there is no need to cultivate. In the era when the king of the king was not made, it would be invincible.
"So many saints!"
Fang Han looked up at the sky and was taken aback.
"This is the strength of heaven, far more than this. These saints are adhering to the will of Tianjun and come to open the trial site of the Taikoo market." Sun Shi wrote: "Attention, when the next passage is opened, we enter Among them, it is necessary to form a group, because as soon as it enters, the blood color trial begins, and at that time, killing again and again. Everything is disregarding, everyone is a beast."
"I know a lot."
Fang Han nodded, and every time the heavenly trial of blood color was held, he did not know how many sons to die. His mana was low, and his luck was bad. All of them would be eliminated. Those who died in trials did not even have martial art. What can be said.
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