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Chapter 2291: Illusion(2/2)

"Chuzong?" Lian Cang Huang sneered: "What about that? It's just a first, I just have no chance. If I have a chance, I am also a first ancestor! What night, you better let him quickly quickly let him quickly quickly let him quickly make him quickly quickly. Rolling quickly, I want to use his tiptoe to reach the first section list! "

"You ..." Popularity.

Only Liu Gang was frightened and shouted: "Lian brother, don't say it! Don't say such words anymore!"

"Huh?" Lian Canghuang felt that Liu Gang was very wrong today.

It was the Man Wuyan over there: "Liu Gang, are you the people who fly the Phoenix Pavilion? How can I turn my elbows and turn out? Besides, what can we say? What about us? "

"that is!"

"Brother Lian, don't want to talk nonsense, hurry up and bomb these people. What kind of elegant and sacred places to fly the Phoenix Pavilion. This humble person stands here, which is the holyness of my flying Phoenix Pavilion!" Manwu Tao again.

"Boom them out!" Lian Cang Huang was too lazy to waste time, humming.

"yes!"

The rest of the disciples walked over with a smile.

"Don't do it!"

Miao Yifang drinks low.

Everyone stopped.

She stood up, with ice and helplessness in her eyes, and her voice became more hoarse: "Don't do it! Since Feihuang Pavilion does not welcome me to wait, we will walk by ourselves!"

"Slowly!" At this time, Manwu shouted.

Longyuan sent people to rigid.

"You just insulted my brother, and I wanted to leave like this? Hum, if you don't apologize, want to leave!" Manwu drank.

"You ..." Long Yuan is very popular.

"Don't mess around." Miao Yifang shouted.

"Sister Miao ..."

"Just apologize, it's justified, fairness and people's hearts, you are fine, I don't care anymore." Miao Yifang said lightly.

"Sister!" Everyone was sad.

Miao Yifang walked in front of Lian Canghuang and whispered: "Sorry, Lian, brother, just now ... it is not right."

"The beast of Feihuang Pavilion, I fight with you!"

Long Yuan sent people to bite a sip of teeth and roared.

"Stop your hands, who dares to move, and expel out the Longyuan School!" Miao Yifang drank.

Everyone trembled, her eyes were moist, their fists were tight, and their eyes were very red.

"A group of waste! Get!" Lian Cang Huang scored a circle and hummed coldly.

"Go!"

Feihuang Pavilion yelled.

The popularity of Longyuan's popularity became red.

Miao Yifang didn't say a word and left.

But at this moment, another disciple ran, and his expression seemed a little panicked.

"Lian Brother! Brother Lian! It's not good !! Presbyterian calls you to pass! Someone comes to worship the mountain, let you talk to that person to communicate!"

"Oh? Let me learn and exchange?"

Lian Cang Huang snorted: "Who can fight with me? The first sect? If it is not the first sect, then I can noisy, I am welcome!"

"Yes ... it is a first ancestor, and it is not simple ..."

"Who?" Lian Cang Huang Shen asked.

"Bai Ye!" The disciple trembled.
Chapter completed!
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