Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

Bai Piao immediately started to shake his head again...

Can you ask for compensation?

What do you think in my heart.

Waves of bells and whistles...

"Boy Fang Fan, do you think it makes sense?"

"If you count it, isn't it a life-saving grace?"

"People say that the grace of dripping water should be repaid by the spring..."

"My life-saving grace, you take out a thousand or eight hundred pieces of sacred stone to honor me, it's not too much..."

"Woo..."

"It hurts... it hurts..."

Bai Piao gritted his teeth, and then continued to growl.

The more you talk, the more excited...

In a few words, it's just such a gesture.

The bells and whistles are all in place.

"You enjoy it..."

"This is how the mouth is too broken..."

Fang Fan shrugged, looking helpless...

This guy is not so fancy...

Time and time again, I have to jump into the pit by myself...

Good guy...

In this case, what can be done?

The brains are all buzzing.

This taste is not as good as expected...

Now that Bai Piao has been fully taught by Xue Wanren, to a certain extent he can only be regarded as taking the blame for himself...

All aspects are in place, but it seems particularly true.

Standing in place, Fang Fan felt a gloomy look swept over him inexplicably, mixed with endless fierce brilliance.

Fang Fan frowned, feeling a burning sensation behind him inexplicably.

His eyes flickered for a while...

Fang Fan turned his head and saw a withered old man...

Fang Fan just saw this guy.

The guy who kept calling out to punish him...

What is Ouyang Tui?

It seems that he is still the first-class saint of the Temple of the Light Alliance...

Just now I didn't know how to get nervous again and again to launch a full-scale attack on him.

The final result is obvious, it is naturally being beaten to ashes...

At that time, the phantom of Athena Goddess of Wisdom gradually came into place, and immediately began to oppress...

A wave of feelings is in place, and the thoughts are tumbling to the extreme!

Then this so-called first-class saint was completely defeated.

I've been killed several times in public...probably this is the picture.

It seems quite true to think about it this way.

Fang Fan squinted his eyes, thoughtful and unpredictable, his expression suddenly changed to the extreme...

"Disciple..."

"what's the situation?"

"The old guy, against you?"

"damn thing……"

Tai Uncle Jie gave a cold snort, and then glanced at the first-class Saint Ouyangtu of the Bright Alliance Temple not far away with an unhappy expression.

Regardless of his identity, as long as he has a covetous heart for his disciple, he can't do it!

Must be completely killed!

Be steady in your mentality, and there can be no blasphemy at all!

Go up and do it!

Afraid of hammers!

"calm……"

"Be calm..."

"Even if they are shameless..."

"We still have to grasp the sense of rhythm in all directions..."

"At this point, it must not be easy to wander..."

"In terms of the situation, fully stabilize..."

"After all, that is the president of our bright camp..."

"And... and there are more levels involved..."

Xue Wancheng also gave up at this moment to continue beating Bai Piao, and quickly walked over and grabbed Tai Shujie's arm, while talking, then quickly shook his head and said.

Needless to say other things for the time being, this posture was displayed in place, and the panic on his face was beyond words.

The more I think about it, the more my mentality becomes bloody.

Hold on...

"cut……"

"Don't be so nervous..."

"I thought it was something..."

"What a big deal..."

"Am I that stupid?"

"I don't know what's the situation now?"

"Ah!"

"To put it bluntly, that is to say, just have a mouth addiction now..."

"But anyway, this account is recorded in my heart!"

"If anything goes wrong in the future, hum! I won't let it go!"

"This kind of person is also worthy of being a president..."

"The Temple of the Bright Alliance is now rotten to the bones!"

"what!"

Uncle Tai Jie gritted his teeth. Although he was unwilling, he was not stupid. He knew what to do and what not to do.

At least at this time, you can't get too involved.

All aspects of rhythm must also be controlled in place.

No matter how disgusting the Ouyang disciple is, he can only follow Yin Ren silently in his heart...

The reason is simple, because he is the first-class saint of the Temple of the Light Alliance, the president of the light camp against the Protoss at the moment, and he has a strong demigod cultivation base...

Every realm of the Demigod Realm is a crazy experience...

Some things are not true in a few words and need to be followed in silence.

Quasi demigod...weak demigod...strong demigod...extremely demigod...

The gap between each realm can be imagined...

"This matter... It's impossible to just forget it..."

"Chou, our Guangming Academy has written it down..."

"As for how the settlement should be settled, it depends on the timing."

Xue Wanren squinted his eyes and repeated his mind again.

...

At this moment, the first-class Saint Ouyang Tuo of the Temple of the Bright Alliance, standing in the distance, walked silently for two steps, with a touch of regret on his face...

"Humph!"

"If you dare to take the initiative to attack me, you can kill you in an instant..."

"Unfortunately……"

"Unexpectedly, they are beginning to be conservative..."

"Dare to have resentment towards this saint, and overwhelmingly..."

"But at this moment, I can't take the initiative to find fault..."

"That Fang Fan has just been blessed by Athena Goddess of Wisdom after all..."

"For the time being, I haven't figured out what the relationship between him and the goddess Athena was before he was crowned..."

"The goddess Athena not only embraced him, but also kissed him..."

"The relationship between these is definitely not that simple..."

"call……"

"After all... it's all a mess of relationships..."

"I don't know what it will become in the end."

"At this moment, you really need to grasp..."

The first-class saint Ouyangtu blinked his eyes, then raised his foot and walked aside, the expression on his face gradually returned to normal...

"Holy...Sage-sir..."

"Master Saint is well!"

Just as Ouyang disciple walked forward for some distance, suddenly a middle-aged man dressed rather sloppy came over. He was not neatly dressed, his face was shabby, his eyes were bloodshot, and there seemed to be a trace of blood in his hands. Bloodstains show...

This scene looks quite weird...

It was a bit disgusting to watch for a while...

Most importantly, there was a disgusting fishy smell in the air at this moment...

There is no doubt that this stench is brought by the middle-aged man in front of him who is dressed and scribbled...

There is a sense of bad luck inexplicably.

Ouyang's brow furrowed and he looked rather upset.