At ordinary times, it is absolutely impossible to give a shot. Tianjiao actually has a tit for tat.
Although Han Tianyun has said that everyone must stop before they hurt their harmony, once two people fight, no one can stop them except Han Tianyun.
However …
Will Han Tianyun stop it?
Of course not!
He couldn’t wait for Mo Ruyu and Jiang Qianfan to die in the ring, so that the status of the Korean family would not be threatened again.
But these words are clear to everyone and they are absolutely afraid to say them.
No matter when Jiang Qianfan appeared, the whole central square was boiling up.
Several guests excitedly shouted the names of supporters, and many practitioners also talked low.
"Nine floors of saints!"
Yan Baisong took a deep breath and his eyes were full of fierce fighting spirit. "Hey, hey, I really didn’t expect a martial arts match to attract two saints and nine masters. It’s a pity that I can’t compete with such masters."
At the same time, the other side
"Go ahead and fight hard. You’d better both lose. Let me reap the benefits."
Qi Yu Hengli Yunyun said to himself with a sneer, "No matter if it’s Han Qingxue, it’s me. If any of you dare to stop me, I’ll let you know the power of my blood river!"
……
"This Jiang Qianfan, like me, is also a purple ray treasure body."
Li Muyu looked at Jiang Qianfan’s figure and eyes surged in Lei Guang.
Then she pondered a face of indecision. "It is reasonable to say that Jiang Qianfan, the water-making method of Rafiq, will win the doubt, but this Jiang Qianfan is too weak in power manipulation, let alone turning thunder into thunder, even simple transportation is very shallow."
"Compared with the boy named Mo Ruyu, Jiang Qianfan is so much better at manipulating the real water in Xuan Ming."
"I think the two men have their own winners and losers in this test. What do you think, Li Xuandao?"
Chapter 422 Treasure to the door
Chapter 422 Treasure to the door
"Ha ha, what can I think?"
Li Xuandao’s wanton smile is like an emperor pointing out the mountains and rivers, and he is full of a convincing momentum. "This trial is a suspense."
When this statement came out, everyone was surprised.
Su wuzhen and Liu ~ long river glances are surprised.
Li Muyu also frowned deeply and asked, "Li Xuandao, you are so sure that you should know that Leifa naturally restrains the water method, even if the ink is as jade, no matter how subtle the mana manipulation is, it can make up for this gap."
"I can’t understand such shallow nonsense?"
Li Xuandao rolled his eyes and made no secret of his contemptuous tone. "But the ink like jade is full of powerful aura. Obviously, you have brought a good magic weapon, Li Muyu. You have practiced the sun-rising magic and condensed your sword. How can you not even notice this?"
"What?"
Li Muyu was surprised and stared at him.
Sure enough!
See ink jade light drink behind a slowly emerge a door.
This door is about two people high, square, square, round and non-round. There are many complicated textures engraved on both sides of the door, and there are many embossments of evil spirits. Although the door has not been hit yet, everyone can feel the mysterious momentum of the door.
"My god, this is …"
"The treasure goes to the door!"
"This is not the Mohist family treasure, but the ink jade has brought such a magic weapon."
As the gate slowly emerged, the whole central square was completely noisy.
Wearing a purple robe, Jiang Qianfan’s face turned crazy and stared at the door behind Mo Ruyu. Unbelievable, "Mo Ruyu, you are so generous, Han Qingxue, and you even stole the treasures of your Mohist town. Aren’t you afraid of being driven out of Mohism by the bodhi old zu?"
"Steal?"
Ink jade laughed coldly and eyes flashed with crazy murder. "Jiang Qianfan will be playing dumb?" If the bodhi old zu acquiesced in me, how could I get the door to death if there was no big deal? "
"What?"
"Is this door to death a gift from the bodhi old zu of Mohism?"
"It seems that Mohism is bound to Han Qingxue this time."
Waves of breath air conditioning sound sounded from all sides.
Jiang Qianfan’s face became even uglier, but he did not flinch, but the momentum was even more surging.
"Ink is like jade, less nonsense!"