Descent of the Phoenix

Seven days later, my Xianbei three-year praying for the conference will be held. My tribal leaders and other 14-member deputy patriarchs invited the Northern Shepherd and the Northern Shepherd Regent to enjoy their faces. ”

Having said that, the three tribes are determined to look at Haoyue.

Praying for the conference, after seven days, Haoyue did not move, but his eyes were deep.

She was thinking about taking a look at the Central Plains to find Xuanyuan Che, and they came to join in the fun, what a mess of hopes for the conference.

The thoughts in my heart have not turned, and the voice of Ouyang Yufei in the ear is ringing again.

"Pray for the conference, the Xianbei three-year conference, the conference between the 17th and the 17th. On the bright side, the 17th warriors compete for the grand event of the grassland first warrior. In fact, it is a secret confrontation between the Xianbei and the 17th.

Under normal circumstances, there will be no banquet for outsiders to participate. ”

Listening to Ouyang Yufei’s words in the ears of the moon, what do you mean by asking them today?

The eyebrows moved slightly, but the face still smiled.

Haoyue looked at her three patriarchs and smiled and said: "I am a young girl, and I am still suffering from the injury, I am afraid that the Northern Shepherd..."

"Nothing, no problem." The words have not been finished, a small tribe of the tribe of patriarchs took the lead: "The priest of the Northern Shepherd Xiao, I have already known that the Northern Shepherd is a filial piety for the mother can not be far away, this is human nature, I can wait for you to invite.

However, my Xianbei 17 people have never been invited together by the joint name, only because of the regent Wang Tianren's posture, a brave is the eagle of my grassland rise, I Xianbei 17 people admire for a long time.

The Northern Shepherd, I am not hurrying, and the same is true of the Regent King. ”

It is clear that the invitation to the Northern Shepherd King Yeluhong is a fake, and the object of the real invitation is her, and Haoyue understands.

In the eyes, the waves shimmered and slowly swept over the Xianbei 17th leader.

Between the corners of the eyes, I suddenly saw Xiao Chen constantly moving toward her, and there was a slight anxiety on the face. The moon was watching the past quietly.