Zhao Zhengli reacted only to see a figure flying down. With the powerful Yu Bo, he clapped his hands around the audience, and more chests were stunned.

The follow -up Confucian Garden was gradually evaluated, and no one fell to the heart of thousands of thousands of hearts. There was no unlucky session, and the air's rear tooth was broken.

The internal screening of Confucian Academy was finished, Fangna, who was born in the first one, the second Jiayu wave, the third Cai Xun.

There are also three people promoted the seat of the mysterious division. He Dan fell into a seat and replaced the seat of Fang Na Xuan. He was very aggrieved, but he couldn't.

On Tianshi Mansion!

Song Maoling glanced at Zhao Daochang and laughed: "Brother Zhao will not compare one with this way?"

Zhao Zhengli shook his head and turned his gaze to the Yang Zhiming of Qi Yunshan across the waist knife: "You and I have tried your hands, I want to know him in this way!"

Zhao Daochang left a half sentence in his heart. If he defeated his son in front of the old emperor, wouldn't he be a royal face in public, and then Song Maoling would not participate in the party's competition.

Carefulness.

Zhao Zhengli is naturally unwilling to carry the pot.

Song Maoling's face was shocked: "He is not a good opponent! Step away from the big master, are you sure you want to try on this occasion?"

Zhao Zhengli's handsome sword eyebrows stretched slightly, and the corners of his mouth hung up the arc: "Life, you need to challenge! So the odds will be higher!"
Chapter completed!