Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

It's no surprise that the Master of Yuanshi Academy is not shocked, this scene is really exciting.

I didn't know what to say for a while.

The idea is very prominent and very real.

"This... this seems... like someone from the Guangming Academy, then it should be someone from the Guangming camp..."

"The leader, I have seen..."

Xu Qin, the vice-president of Yuanshi Academy, looked into the distance, his face suddenly became much worse, and at the same time the expression of horror on his face was indescribable.

If he remembers correctly, this kid should be the disciple that Tai Shujie has always relied on?

Before, I heard Tai Shujie brag about it.

The relationship between him and his uncle Jie was at odds. At this moment, seeing his apprentice so tough, I couldn't help feeling upset.

"People of Guangming Academy?"

"Could it be a certain hidden palace and deputy palace master of the Guangming Academy?"

"It's just that this young look is quite interesting..."

The Master of Yuanshi Academy murmured, then nodded.

Maybe that's what I think in my mind.

"Forehead……"

"This guy seems to be a student of Guangming Academy..."

"It's the direct disciple of Uncle Jie from Guangming Academy..."

Xu Qin, the vice-president of Yuanshi Academy, trembled his lips, and then shook his head helplessly.

too difficult……

"Student?"

"hiss……"

"Guangming Academy is going to... a sign of great prosperity!"

"Hey……"

"This luck is really..."

"call……"

"The students of this Guangming Academy must...must have a good relationship!"

"Never miss it!"

"Did you hear what I said to you?"

The cold snort swept into place, and the Palace Master of Yuanshi Academy said eagerly.

Xu Qin: "..."

"Yes... Lord Palace Master..."

Xu Qin, deputy governor of Yuanshi Academy, looked aggrieved...

My brain feels a little confused for a while, and the messy feeling is tossing in my mind...

too difficult……

All these bells and whistles are about to toss him away.

The various feelings in my heart gradually increased.

Complex mind, blinking eyes...

...

...

Fang Fan’s existence has attracted the attention of many people...

A few happy and a few sad...

But not everyone was delighted to see Fang Fan's return.

Said to be allied forces, in fact, they are still competing with each other.

If there is a slight deviation, it must be done directly.

The rhythm is clearly arranged.

The dark camp...

The first-class saint Motian of the Dark Temple licked his lips, a wave of killing intent flashed in his eyes...

He looked at the first madman of the dark temple on the side, and then said indifferently: "How do you think he compares with you?"

As soon as I said this sentence, I felt a sense of rhythm.

"I killed him like a dog!"

"Humph!"

"He is in front of me, nothing!"

"I can kill him a hundred times with one move!"

The first son of the dark temple held his head up tall, with a cold face at the moment.

This is his pride...

Madness, the first **** of the dark temple, this position, no one can shake for many years.

Before long live the bone age, he was promoted to the Supreme Sovereign Realm. Because of his special physique, he could even fight against the powerhouses in the semi-divine realm...

As long as there are no accidents in the middle, it is safe to be the leader of the next generation of the Dark Temple.

"Oh?"

"Is it?"

"Then you can rush into the rear of the Protoss, and then attract hundreds of thousands of elite troops of the Protoss to besiege it without falling into the wind, or even save yourself?"

"Can you do it?"

The dark temple first-class saint Motian sneered, his voice seemed very cold, and for a while, there was an extreme bone-piercing feeling.

These words were like a sharp knife, which pierced the heart, the feeling was very uncomfortable.

This is especially true for an extremely unruly person.

In their world, there has always been only oneself, who has always felt that he is the top existence.

There are some deviations this time, and there will be more or less mental deflection in my heart.

Gradually, the thinking will change in an all-round way.

Probably this is the real state.

It's very real and very clear.

That's about it.

"I……"

"I……"

"Humph!"

"I haven't tried it, how can I know if it won't work?"

"This guy in the bright camp is just having a little luck better!"

"Fighting for strength, he doesn't deserve to give me shoes!"

"I want to go out and kill him!"

The first madman of the Dark Temple shook his stiff neck, and while talking, he immediately let out a sneer in his eyes, and his expression was unpredictable and unpredictable.

The thoughts are in place, and the sense of suppression is also sweeping across the board.

This time, a sense of panic could not help but emerge from the depths of my heart.

"Kill him?"

"If this kind of existence belonged to my dark temple, how good would it be..."

"Only, he belongs to the bright camp..."

"The arrogant man of the bright camp naturally still wants to kill, but not now."

"Do you really want to die in front of so many people?"

"This road, give me a good and safe walk!"

"Don't overpower yourself!"

"Have a good time!"

...

The cold snort swept into place, and his posture became stable.

The first-class saint Motian of the Dark Temple crossed his hands in front of him, his eyes flashed slightly, thinking a lot, his eyes flashing inexplicably...

The various thoughts deep in my heart gradually increased.

This is quite interesting.

"Kill him, the Temple of Light Alliance will ruin ten thousand years of luck!"

The first-class saint Motian of the Dark Temple muttered to himself, and suddenly made an evaluation.

This evaluation is already high enough.

The first **** child of the dark temple on the side was disapproving, and he was used to it, holding an indifferent attitude towards these things, thinking that he could sling everything.

Everyone in front of him is nothing but ants.

Do I need to think about this kind of ants?

It's nothing.

That's it!

Attitude, it must be fully supplemented!

"Then shall we go out to help?"

"Now that these protoss armies are so messy, if they make a move, they will definitely be able to kill many protoss..."

"This is a great opportunity..."

The first madman of the Dark Temple licked his lips, his face couldn't help showing excitement, he couldn't help rubbing his hands while speaking, there was indeed some impulse in this wave of heart...

If the opportunity is well grasped, it will indeed be different...

For a fighting madman like him, those conspiracies and tricks do not matter, he doesn't care, he just likes to fight!

Especially this **** battle, he prefers...

call……

So, how exciting...

There was a sense of excitement all over the body.

The whole person is straight and elegant...

The smell of blood is so good!