As the sky gradually darkened, some warriors returned one after another. After the next day of the test, many people looked very dignified and not so arrogant.
That kind of horror is still shrouded in everyone's hearts.
Feng Yilou stood in the window, and just saw that the bowl walked in from the gate, shaking the majestic body, his mouth, his placket even contaminated the blood of the deceased, and he felt embarrassed and horrible.
When the maid pushed in the door, when the meal was delivered, there was any appetite in Fengxuanlou, thinking that those scenes were full.
Sleep.
"Hey, chick, do you know? Tomorrow we are a game, I will take good care of you, you can remember to wear more, don't let me see it at once, it is boring."
stand up.
"Shame!"
Feng Yanlou grabbed a bowl angrily, and threw it out of the guy outside the window with a little qi.
The white -faced prodigal son stretched out his hand. He originally thought that he could pick up the bowl steadily, but did not want the bowl with strength. From his hands, he collided with a loud sound of a tree not far away.
This bowl not only did not break, but also trapped in the trunk.
"Hey."
The white prodigal son stunned and turned to look at the window of Fengzhanglou. He was a little nervous under his heart. I couldn't see such a weak girl. I could play such a deep internal force.
It's.
But where does the white -faced prodigal son know, Fengye Tower just brought out the skill that was not yet.
"White prodigal son, you and I see you tomorrow, you can remember to put on iron pants, otherwise I want to crush your eggs!" There was a contempt of Fengye Tower in the room.
The face of the white -faced prodigal son was instantly white, and the dead girl was going to crush his eggs.
"Huh, then see it tomorrow."
He snorted, turned around and walked away.
Seeing that the white -faced prodigal sons left, Feng Yanlou returned to the bed and lay down. Xu was too sleepy, and he fell asleep with his head.
In the middle of the night, the moon was covered by black clouds, and the martial arts courtyard was quiet and quiet.
When Feng Yanlou was asleep and couldn't wake up, a touch of figure reflected in her window. The person seemed to hesitate, did not come in, and did not leave. This person was Chu Moyu's follower Feiyuan.
Feiyuan's hand holding a holy land ring order, this is a sharp hidden weapon, extremely sharp, seeing blood sealing throat.
You can take the goal of life directly. If the other party is not prepared, it is natural to escape the killing of the order.
"Feng Yanlou, weird you should not meet the young master, let alone plan to remarry ..."
Fei Yuan held his mouth, thinking that the business team came to the Wusheng of the Sounds on the road of Wujing, and he could not bear it. However, he thought that the majesty of the young master did not violate the majesty.
Live ring order, throw it hard.
The order was turned into a blue flame, passing the window invisibly, and went straight to the bed to sleep.
Fei Yuan closed his eyes, sighed, waiting for the order to fly back with blood, but what shocked him was that he could only "be a cricket".
In front of the bed of Fengye Tower.
The order is created by the holy land god iron, and a weapon cannot resist. How could it be broken like this?
He looked up at the Fengye Tower on the bed, and couldn't help but take a bite of air. On the bed, Feng Yanlou was still asleep, but she covered a light layer of purple gas on her body.
How is it possible, this layer of purple gas is owned by Longzi, how can Miss Feng Qi ...
Is there a Dragon Ball in Miss Fengqi? Isn't Dragon Ball on the young master? No matter what the reason is, Feiyuan dare not kill again.
Solution, disappearing in the gloomy night.
The Fengye Tower slept sweetly, and it was not invaded by the outside world. The decisive order on the ground quickly penetrated into the ground and disappeared.
In the end, what protects Miss Feng Qi, of course, it is not Dragon Ball, but the dragon tire in the belly of Fengzhanglou.
In the early morning of the next day, Feng Yanlou stretched a lazy waist and climbed up. She rubbed her eyes and saw that Hybao had hugged the armor in front of the bed.
"Master, armor." Hybao raised the armor, and the armor almost covered it.
Feng Yanlou took the armor and let go of it after thinking about it. In this martial arts, even if it is stronger, it is not helpful. Everyone fights is true, not brute force.
"Don't wear it anymore, I'm gently put on the battle."
Feng Yanlou trembled and trembled on her body. Today, she wore this body to compete, letting them know that women are not bullying.
After listening to the owner's words, he threw the armor on the ground, raised his ears, walked behind the front, followed the Fengyu Tower, and when he went out, it was invisible.
From a distance, a touch of light blue comes from the figure. Who can think of?
Today's competition is very lively, and the atmosphere is unprecedented, because the only woman will appear in the hero, everyone is praying, and she is also worried, is she really doing it?
When Fengzhanglou appeared on the edge of the martial arts, it was obvious that the people on the stands were full of voices, and they were eager to move. Someone was whispering. Some people were sitting on their heads, and some people were sitting there.
Feng Yunzheng stood up and his face was pale. He saw that the bowl was torn apart yesterday yesterday.
Yes, Fengye Tower appeared.
"Go back, Lou, don't compare it."
Feng Yunzheng is anxious to turn around, but the stand is a stand -up stand, with heavy soldiers and steel barriers, and cannot be surpassed. As the future owner of Fengjiazhuang, he can only be anxious.
Feng Yanlou looked up at his brother, waved his hand gently, and then retracted his gaze with a smile. Even if Dao Mountain and the Sea, Miss Feng Qi had to rush up. She would not agree to what the Prince was because
Prince, in her heart, there is a pure land. This pure land only accommodates one person, that is, Chu Mozhang.
"In the first round, Fengjiazhuang Fengxian Building to Huangpu Xingrong, Lenghou Family, Lenghou Ye's lame ghosts against Wuyu County ..."
"Now competing for the start!"
After a command, Huangpu Xinrong jumped into the first Bomitaka, and looked at the Fengzhanglou under the stage coldly. Today he made it. The first opponent turned out to be the waste of Fengjiazhuang.
Ms. Qi Qi, Fengxun Building.
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