I, Join the Chat Group with the Sign-in System

Listening to Satan's words, outside the Liu residence, the Songshan faction group that had just arrived was stunned.

Who is this person?

Why do they want to destroy Liu Zhengfeng's Golden Basin Handwashing Conference with the same purpose?

Beside Ji Haoyue, Zhong Xingqiao's clear eyes also flashed a trace of confusion.

"Brother, is our mission to destroy Liu Zhengfeng's completion of the Jinpen Handwashing Conference, or to destroy the plot of Jing Jinpen Handwashing?"

These are two distinct tasks that should not be confused.

The first is to help Songshan send a group of people to prevent Liu Zhengfeng from completing the golden basin handwashing conference.

The second is to prevent Songshan from sending a group of people to make trouble and help Liu Zhengfeng to complete the Jinpen Handwashing Conference.

"The second one."

Ji Haoyue frowned first, then answered.

After all, the first one is too simple.

Even, just stand by and watch, you can lie down and win the task.

The chat group will not send this kind of task.

"Then Satan?"

Ji Haoyue looked at Satan's expression of the number one in the world, and couldn't help but chuckle: "No hurry, let's watch the play."

He really didn't care about this chat group task.

[-] points is too little.

Need a few people to share.

What he values ​​is what rewards he will get when he signs in and punches in here.

You must know that the Golden Basin Handwashing Conference is a very important plot in the entire Swordsman world.

"However, now is not the best time to check in."

When signing in,

The greater the impact, the more shocked people, and the more important the status of the plot.

The final reward will be better.

He is waiting for the best time.

"Bold!"

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a purple gown and a blue Confucian hat stood up.

He was well-mannered, personable, and righteous.

At this moment, he looked serious and said, "I don't know who this brother is?

Why do you want to meddle in the internal affairs of my Wuyue Sword Sect?

I, Yue Buqun, as the head of the Huashan faction, will never allow it! "

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Chapter Thirty-Three: The palm print from the sky!

"you?"

Satan stood up slowly, and his tall figure completely enveloped Yue Buqun.

"Does my great Mr. Satan, the champion of the World Fighting Championship, still need to explain to you, a weakling?"

"..."

Yue Buqun's face darkened.

He felt like he was playing the piano to a cow.

There is absolutely no communication with this person in front of him.

"No matter what kind of ball you are, what kind of army you are, in the matter of my Wuyue Sword Sect, it's not your turn for an outsider to intervene!"

"Our Five Mountains Sword Sect are of the same spirit."

Looking at the situation on the field, Hengshan sent Dingxian Shitai to also stand up.

With a calm face, she said solemnly, "Even if Senior Brother Liu wants to wash his hands in a golden basin and retire, he is still a member of my Five Mountains Sword Sect. You'd better leave early and don't meddle in your business!"

"Weak old lady, are you sure you want to stand in front of the strongest man on earth, the great Mr. Satan?"

Satan was slightly possessed, and a large shadow shrouded Ding Xian Shi too.

Ok?

Master Dingxian was stunned for a moment, and then became furious.

"Shameless thief, look at the sword!"

She was hot-tempered and hated.