Finally, Duan Tianliang looked up and stared at the avenue. "I will let you see my fairy means today!"
Duan Tianliang plump palm in the bag a beat from the inside out a face size dark brick.
Duan Tianliang fuelling vitality This black brick flashes a grain, and the breath rises sharply, and the fairy light fills the air quite extraordinary.
"Go!"
Duan Tianliang threw this piece of black brick toward Su Mo.
Black brick aggressive toward Sue ink shoulder stung!
Friars in Snowstorm Ridge can’t kill each other at will, regardless of their status.
Duan Tianliang also dare not kill.
What’s more, he wants to give Su Mo a Mawei!
Su Mo is still motionless and looking at the arrival black bricks.
"This is Wan Jun brick. Your body is very strong, but no matter how strong it is, can it be a magic weapon against the old Xuanjie?"
Duan Tianliang saw that Su Mo seemed to be scared silly and couldn’t help laughing smugly. "You idiot, eat me a brick!"
Then he saw a scene where his face smiled and froze instantly.
See Su Mo suddenly stretched out his hand and actually picked the aggressive black brick and studied it in the palm of his hand.
"I …"
Duan Tianliang instantaneous Meng smile disappeared.
Followed by Duan Tianliang, I saw another scene that scared the daylights out of me!
"So much for your fairy family."
Su Mo holds Wan Jun brick in his hand and weighs two hands. Both sides of Wan Jun brick are rubbed together.
It was just a moment ago that square brick was kneaded into a black iron ball in Duan Tianliang’s gaze!
Duan Tianliang’s eyes almost fell out
In the boundary, Xuanxian, Dixian and Tianxian respectively correspond to three levels of magic weapons, namely Xuanji Terrace and day order.
Each grade corresponds to a different quality.
This boundary is similar in perfection and congenital.
Although Duan Tianliang’s Wanjun brick is Xuanjie, it took him 20,000 years to get it back.
You know, many deacons in Fengxueling don’t even have Xuanjie magic weapon.
This Wanjun brick is as good as a treasure, but it will not be revealed easily. When it was just returned, it attracted many people’s envy.
But now that the Wanjun brick is gone, there is only a black ball …
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Su Mo, violet now is much more powerful than any Xuanjie magic weapon even if she doesn’t move her blood!
This mysterious magic weapon is like a soft mud in his palm, which can be held casually.
Sue ink to weigh the black iron ball ponder like looking at Duan Tianliang face with a faint smile.
Su Mo is laughing.
Duan Tianliang is going to cry.
He never thought that a man who had just soared and didn’t know anything turned out to be a malicious character!
If this person wants to crush him, it is as simple as crushing a chicken!
This method can’t be done even by the third-order and fourth-order Xuanxian forces, can it?
"Boss Su, I was wrong!"
Duan Tianliang plopped down and bowed to the ground.
No matter where the world is, the road to practice is dangerous step by step.
He can practice to this point by improvising have it both ways’s dignity. In his view, everything is external.
Living is the most important thing!
In his life, he bowed down to several people and let them step on his feet, but in the end he laughed until he finally rose to the top.
"Boss Su, I have eyes and I don’t know your means."
Duan Tianliang mercilessly smoked himself a mouth. "I’m really overreached and little, and I’m actually sword-wielding in front of you."
"You are the bright stars and the full moon in that night. That’s the rice grain light!"