Arrogant War Sovereign

"Did you notice the boy's outburst of sacrament and power?"

Penalty peak than try to a group of bright god high-level asked a sentence.

"The seventh sacrament seems to be more than that."

Forging fire peak main forging burning, light said.

"Well, it's not just the seventh sacrament."

"This boy, holy force seems to have reached the ninth class directly."

"It's only one step away from perfection."

Lick comfortable peak Lord rest soul nods to say.

"Hehe, my grandson-in-law seems to have practiced good martial arts."

"It's very strong."

Fu Lusheng said with a smile.

Just now, in the competition, Fu Xi'er and Chonglou had a warm kiss in front of millions of disciples of the whole Guangming God sect.

For Fu Lusheng, his mouth was crooked.

Let's not talk about the talent that Chonglou has shown now.

Only in the light of Xinglin, Fu Lusheng took a fancy to Chonglou.

I want Fu Xier to marry Chonglou.

But Fu Xier is too stubborn to be willing.

Now, although Chonglou is a little overbearing.

But for Fu Lusheng, an old man, he was very happy to see this scene.

Now Chonglou once again shows stronger strength.

Fu Lusheng is even more happy.

Bish, xiuhun, Fu Lusheng and others praise Chonglou.

Huo Lun, Yan Yuanzheng, Ju yantuo and others have a gloomy face.

In particular, qianya peak main que Yichen, his face is even more ugly.

Que Qian is a child of his que family.

As the second in waishan, que Qian lost to a new disciple.

For que Yichen, que Qian is a bit of a disgrace.

"Fu Lusheng, you old man, don't be happy too soon."

"My Yanmo hasn't played yet."

"Yan Mo was the first one in waishan Dabi last year."

"This year has passed, his strength is stronger."

"The first place of waishan Dabi is my Yan family."

Yan Yuanzheng roared angrily.

"Yanmo and que Qian have the same strength."

"These two boys, we all know the root and the bottom."

"If Yan Mo doesn't have any other cards."

"I think it's similar to que Qian."

Xuanjifeng's taishu Dongyi opens his mouth.

This made Yan Yuanzheng look even worse.

"Hum."

"We'll see."

Yan Yuanzheng snorted coldly.

The competition for the top ten begins.

Zhu Yun took the lead again.

Zhu Yun's opponent is the eighth swordsman.

However, he was defeated by Zhu Yun after ten moves.

Refining the shining apricot Zhu Yun, the strength is too terrible.

She has only used 70% of her strength, but she hasn't tried her best yet.

"Sister, you are very good."

"If you defeat waishan No.7, you will be the expert of waishan No.7."

Zhu Yun returns to watch on the seat, peach young this wench one face excitedly says.

"Xiaoyao, your strength is better than that of your elder sister. As long as you practice more, you can do as I do."

Zhu Yun shook his head.

Taoyao's strength of blood and talent is stronger than Zhu Yun.

It's just that Taoyao is timid and lacks special experience.

"Sister Zhu Yun."

"You are really good."

Fu Xier didn't cry any more, but her eyes were still slightly red and pitiful.

I wish Yun can beat waishan seventh, Fu Xier also sent congratulations.

"Elder martial sister Xi'er."

"You're strong, too."

"If I fight you, I'm not sure of winning."

"If you meet the villain of Chonglou inside."

"You can come to me, too."

Zhu Yun holds Fu Xi'er's hand and says with a smile.

When it comes to Chonglou, Fu Xier is inexplicably sad.

Full of resentment, he took a look at Chonglou and shook his head to Zhu Yun.