"Old Song, you...you, you misled me!"

In the Pure White Rock Square, Qiuzi's eyes turned black, and the depression in her chest condensed into pieces and could not be eliminated.

I didn't want to play so big, so why did Song Yang come up with all his bad ideas? It's dozens of times?!

I am really good at it.       There are so many resources that I have nowhere to use?  There are so many money that I have nowhere to spend?

Where did you get the courage? How dare you nod and agree?

Qiuzi finally knew what it was like to cry without tears.

She wished she could go back a few minutes and give herself a hammer for her who was smiling happily just now.

This is wealth accumulated over ten years on the verge of life and death!

All the losses, the family, which is not rich, is poor and poor, it is so painful!

"Maybe... Maybe he is a paper tiger..."

"The fierce momentum does not mean... does not mean... hey!"

Song Yang nodded for a long time and said half a sentence.

As he spoke, the sound became smaller and lighter.

He himself doesn't believe in the nonsense he said!

Who are you lying to? That fire-type giant beast is 800% a true holy beast species.

The remaining 10% or 20% of the probability is guaranteed to be a secondary holy beast.

This kind of attacking pet beast, who has a single hand, crosses the top ten stone tablets of Tongtian Road alone, without any effort.

The only hope that the rabbit faced master is just playing and deliberately not passing the level.

But this probability... Song Yang would rather believe that he was struck by lightning the next second, and would not dare to speculate on a lord with a holy beast like this.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, you have lost nearly thirty times in a row, and it seems that you can get your money back in one go... Old Song, you are so generous!"

Rolls-Roy's smile was so grinning, and he had never been so happy.

The surprise came too suddenly, and he couldn't recover.

"You said... can this person pass the fifteenth level?"

"Is it even possible to break through the eighteen levels?"

On the other hand, in the circle where they were grouping together, there were constant discussions.

Some people make suspicions, and someone immediately supports or questions.

"He came here alone, with a decisive attitude...I think the fifteenth level cannot defeat him..."

"Just searching all my memories, I don't know what this fire-type holy beast is, and which sect or clan can be connected with..."

"Let's wait... Shengxiantai, I haven't been to this level for a while... When he comes out, maybe I can try to make friends with him..."

...

"Is this the road to heaven?"

In the floating world paved with huge rocks, the big lion stopped in front of a stone tablet.

Bai Wushang begged the eyes on his back, swept over the three ancient pale white characters, nodded and lightly tapped.

"Duoer, come out."

The light gate opened, and the soul-loving Lord Ye Duoer walked out.

The green onion fingers lightly closed, opened the lotus umbrella with a slight slight tilt, and the handle of the umbrella leaned against the shoulder, and the manner was calm and elegant.

"According to the intelligence review, this place is quite special."

"The difficulty of the test, from weak to strong, will also adjust changes according to the participants."

Bai Wushang scratched the little rabbit that was poking his head out and explained seriously:

"So it's up to you three."

"A Zhou, Xiao Ci and they, there is no chance to appear here."

"Our goal is to pass all twenty-one stone tablets."

"Only in this way can we get the gift of the miracle creature and the jar spiritzi at the fastest speed!"

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Fifteen seconds later, the golden-retriever Tibetan Mastiff was penetrated by a sharp spiritual blade and fell to the ground, and it turned into clouds and mist.
Chapter completed!