Descent of the Phoenix

Listening to the conversations of a few people who are not related to each other, the hands of the sleeves in the sleeves are slowly gripped.

She has not forgotten this place, but this is just an ancient book. It may be an invincible legend that has been passed down for thousands of years. Maybe this is a fantasy. Maybe some people pick up the feathers and make an arrow, and ask for a retreat with a book. When she is a fool?

"Who are you?" The eyes were so heavy that Haoyue stared at the arrogant Ouyang Yufei, the cold road.

If this book falls into the hands of ordinary people, it is definitely the night watch, not believe, this Ouyang Yufei came to tell her, who is he?

After taking a picture of the ancient book in his hand, Ouyang Yu Fei hooked his mouth and smiled and said: "It is better to read thousands of books than to read thousands of books. Unfortunately, I just went to this place, I know a little."

Freedom, as if he went is just a place in a common town.

When he heard a sudden fall in his eyes, did he go?

Not waiting for the opening of the moon, Ouyang Yufei in the eyes of the pair of foxes, slightly raised a touch of positive color, looking at the moon: "There are five countries to attack, after they have a look at them, I don't need to remind you that day Xuanyuan The danger of the situation at this time.

The five countries, perhaps he can fight, they, he did not even have the power to fight. When it comes to them, Yu Fei points to the ancient book in his hand.

"Like this, I have saved one of them and got a little reward from them. I will show you, you will estimate the power of the two sides and make a decision."

Speaking of this, Yu Fei raised his hand and threw the old book in his hand to the moon, accompanied by a small white pill with a small fingernail on it.

"Eat it."

There is not much doubt in the month, I want her to die, not to save her.

The forces are better, well, she has to see what means there.

Without extra words, Ouyang Yufei took out a finger-sized porcelain bottle from his sleeve. After untiring, he poured two drops of water on the ground.

Transparent and radiant, colorless and odorless, just like the morning dew.