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Chapter 1680 Remember to add money(2/2)

But unfortunately, his eyes were too small, and Ye Luo did not receive his concerned gaze...

"Brother Ye Luo, do you need any help?"

Niu Meng was a bit impatient, so he just pulled his neck and shouted.

"Need not."

Ye Luo turned around and waved his hands gently, still calm and composed, turned around and struck out with another palm!

The next moment, these three people also knelt down, just like Xiao Hei before!

Next, Ye Luo didn't give the three people a chance to curse, and immediately three divine lights flicked out from his fingertips, knocking them out on the spot!

hiss!

Seeing this, the whole place was completely silent, and you could hear a pin drop!

"This...this...this..."

Some people have been here for a long time and can't even say the last word.

"Have I gone too far with my recent practice? Or have I fallen under an illusion?"

Some people murmured to themselves, feeling that they might be under an illusion.

"It's impossible. No matter how strong he is, he can't be this strong. He's not a saint!"

More people looked surprised, unwilling to believe what they were seeing!

"Who are you?"

Qian Dong gritted his teeth and wished he could rush forward in person.

"As I said just now, my name is Ye Luo."

Ye Luo spread his hands, his words full of sarcasm.

"Come on, I don't believe it. How powerful can he be on his own!"

Qian Dong knew in his heart that if he sent his younger brother who was a first-grade saint now, Ye Luo would definitely have to withdraw and replace Song Jun.

After all, no matter how powerful the peak false saint is, he is just a false saint. Once he meets a saint, he must avoid him.

In this way, Qian Dong will never be able to find his place again.

His current plan is to use the human wave tactic to let his subordinates swarm forward. If he can capture Ye Luo, he can save some face.

Immediately afterwards, all the younger brothers behind Qian Dong, except for the first-level saint, rushed out. Counting them down, there were sixteen or seventeen of them!

"Kill, let him know how powerful we are!"

"I'm responsible for attacking him!"

There was a roar from the crowd, and everyone looked fierce.

"Brother Ye Luo..."

Niu Meng looked at Ye Luo who hesitated to speak, with a worried look on his face.

"Remember to add money."
Chapter completed!
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