"Zuo Lenghan! Typhoon Typhoon! You are the heads of Wuji Zong and the Tantai family?
On the right hand of Yuan Haotian, the younger brother stood up, looking at Zuo Lenghan and Typhoon Zuo, his chin raised slightly, and said high to his toes.
Speaking of which in the end, he pointed to Yuan Haotian.
That look, arrogant, lively dog legs.
I don't know, I thought he was a strong man, and he was reprimanding Yuan Ying's younger brother.
But in fact, he is just a peak of Jin Dan, and Zuo Lenghan and Typhoon Typhoon are both in the late Yuan infant.
If you do it alone, this dragon armor with name is not qualified to talk to Zuo Lenghan and Typhoon Typhoon.
However, now, he dares to speak in such an arrogant tone, but it is a dog fighting, fox fake tiger, and what he relies on is the Yuanmen of the top seven top ancestors, as well as the top ten saints of the Yuanmen.
son.
But Zuo Lenghan and Typhoon Typhoon were not used to him.
"Where does the dog come here? Here is Wang Wang!" Zuo Lenghan didn't look at the dragon armor, and said lightly.
"What did you say!"
The dragon was angry, and his eyes rushed to Zuo Lenghan as soon as he stared.
As a result, he was about to speak, and Zuo Lenghan glanced at him with a look.
The eyes were cold and murderous.
The dragon's armor was dumbfounded instantly, stunned in place, and swallowed hard.
The momentum of Yuanying was too strong, and the dragon's armor could not bear it. It was like a flat boat. On the turbulent sea, it may be destroyed at any time.
"Oh, left cold cold, so big prestige."
Yuan Haotian sat in a chair without moving, saying slowly.
Zuo Lenghan recovered the momentum and looked at Yuan Haotian.
The forehead of the dragon set was covered with sweat beads, and stared at the left Leng Han fiercely, and returned.
"Haotian Son, for a long time to raise his name." Zuo Lenghan said with a smile.
Typhoon Typhoon greeted him slightly.
Qi Ming said: "Zuo Lenghan, Typhoon Typhoon, Holy Son of Hao Tian's inspection of the boundless mine, but found that the share of my Meteor Hall has decreased.
"Oh, the ins and outs of this matter, don't you know?"
Zuo Lenghan looked at Qi Ming and asked.
Qi Ming snorted coldly and didn't speak.
That thing is indeed not rational, so he has a wise choice to avoid answering.
The Meteor Hall can only be divided into 20 %, he can't get 10 % and half of it. Therefore, I hope that the two shares that can take away from the Meteor Hall will come back. Okay? "
Although it is a question, Yuan Haotian is completely an attitude of his finger.
His strength is not as good as Zuo Lenghan and Typhoon Typhoon, but he is strong in the mountains, and he is absolutely confident.
Yuanmen Son is out of the house.
"impossible!"
But Zuo Lenghan waved his hand and rejected it directly.
Although Typhoon Typhoon did not make a clear statement, in this case, it is actually equivalent to rejection without expressing.
"The Meteor Hall gives you a Yuanmen, that is his business. This order must not be paid by my Wujizong and the Yantai family! If you do something wrong, you must take responsibility.
Yuanmen Sheng! But you can't ask for right or wrong like this! "
Zuo Lenghan's attitude is extremely tough, and he said nothing: "Let's talk about it, this is the consent of the Meteor Hall. Even if you are the Son of Yuanmen, you can't control it so wide?"
The strength of Wujizong and the Meteor Hall is similar. Even the backing of these two ancestors is similar. One is the Emperor Pavilion and the other is the Yuanmen.
So easy.
"Okay, very good, I didn't expect a little elder in Wuji Zong, who dared to talk to Ben Son!"
Yuan Haotian smiled angrily.
The words were falling, and the old man who had been low -eyebrows, the old man who did not speak, suddenly moved.
He flickered and disappeared directly in place.
At the moment when the old man disappeared, Zuo Lenghan felt a sense of crisis.
His pupils shrank sharply, his face changed slightly, and he almost instinctively pushed a palm in front of him.
at the same time.
The old man of Datu appeared on the left side of the left cold cold, and he stretched out from the sleeve robe, and seemed to be lightly patted to the left cold cold.
But Zuo Lenghan couldn't dodge.
I can only watch the palms around the dark green light, pat on myself.
"Well!"
There was a stuffy.
Zuo Lenghan flew out for an instant.
A bite of blood was sprayed at the same time.
It hit the wall heavily and sprayed blood again.
Look at his face, pale as paper, but his lips are dark, and a thick dark circles like ghost eyes appear around the eyes.
This is poisoning!
"Old man!"
Zuo Lenghan gritted his teeth and spit out a name.
Only then did he recognize the identity of the old man.
Du'er Xuanming's palm is the signboard of the old man, and the power is not vulgar. More importantly, it contains toxic.
However, the elderly do the old man who still has a hand. Otherwise, this is the palm, maybe Zuo Lenghan has to be seriously injured even if he does not die.
The Holy Son of Haotian ignored the cold and cold, but looked at the Typhoon Yantong, saying, "Typhoon, what do you mean?"
Typhoon Typhoon is silent.
But in my heart, I was crazy: What about the Emperor Pavilion! I grass! Is it not to say that Wuji Zong also received the news, would you move out of the Emperor's Pavilion out of the head of balance?
The scene is about to get out of control!
On the surface, Typhoon Typhoon is not exposed.
A difficult look, who was raised, did not express his position directly, but gave Yuan Haotian a feeling that he was hesitant, and eventually he would agree.
It is actually dragging time.
It is a while to drag for a while.
As for Zuo Lenghan, meditation and exercises are detoxified by meditation.
Du'er Xuanming's palm is not so easy to pick up.
I have to say that the strategy of Typhoon Typhoon is still very useful. He really has really supported the Emperor Pavilion's present!
"Yuan Haotian! It's really a tiger at home, monkeys call the king! What prestige do you play here, want to play? I'm here to play with you!"
A long howling sound came.
Yuan Haotian's face changed slightly, and he stood up.
His face is no longer easy, a little more dignified.
The next moment, a tall and burly figure appeared at the door.
This man's face was all right, and he walked into the hall with a carefree step.
"Candle Muzhi!"
Yuan Haotian's eyes narrowed, looking at the person, and slowly spit out a name.