My Disciples Are All Sand Sculpture Players

"Brother Ming hasn't come back yet, so let me just wait for a while..." Qianshou's old Zhujian watched with satisfaction as the beef noodles accepted Zai Zai noodles as his son, his expression was full of kindness, and he looked at Zai Zai The expression on his face was like looking at his grandson.

But soon, the old Zhu Jian of Ren Shou looked up at the sky of Yan Huang Sect.

The four floating islands are suspended in the void, which is exactly the floating Sky Island that He Yiming arranged for the four deputy Sect Masters to live in.

"Among the four Sky Islands, there is no old man's Sky Island? Well, let me make a bigger one myself!

"Wuji Shenmu Flow! Shenmu Island!!!"

The old Zhujian Qianshou nodded, and with a thought, a huge and boundless power burst out, and the power of three million years soared into the sky!

"Boom!!!" at the next moment, a gigantic and boundless Wood Style island that covered the entire Yan Huang Sect suddenly appeared!

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Seeing this scene, many of the four-test and five-test players who had shouted to surround Brother Mian opened their mouths wide open, staring dumbfounded at the terrifying Wood Style island covering the sky~.

When I was in the starry sky before, because the starry sky was huge and boundless, I couldn't compare it.

But now back to Yan Huang Sect, the giant Yamato heaven-defying of this huge Wood Style island, really stunned everyone!

"Slap!"

"Bang!

"呵呵味

Accompanied by the sound of countless weapons falling, and some strange sounds, countless four-test and five-test players looked up at the Wood Style island, which directly gave Yan Huang Sect a special effect of "it's dark, please close your eyes." They were all stunned.

Fight? Can you still fight?

Brother Zhujian like this, has daddy really been able to beat him?

We are all players, and I was squatting on the ground with an eighth-level celestial weapon to poke Mian, but Zhu Jian just squeezed a huge Wood Style floating island thousands of miles away?

It's a hammer!

"Old man Shenmuliu's children and grandchildren, where are they?" Followed by that old Zhujian with Qianshou growled!

"Awwhhh!!!

"Father Zhu Jian...ah bah, it's Grandpa Zhu Jian, you're finally back!"

"Fart, it's obviously the version of my great-grandpa, Zhu Jian, my great-grandpa is back, okay?"

"Ah, brother Zhu Jian, you are finally back, is our Shenmu Liu finally going to rise again?"

"We who were once cut into grandchildren have finally come to the end of our hardships, and we waited until Brother Zhu Jian returned ahhh! 99

"Zhu Jian's father cowhide!!!"

Immediately, a full hundred thousand players of Shenmuliu collapsed in a flash.

Before the old Zhu Jian of Qianshou returned, there were only a few hundred Shenmuliu players left who went to work for the Zhanxiong Clan.

But now that old Zhu Jian of Qianshou has returned with the identity of the great-grandfather, so the air reproduction of the Shenmu Stream player has increased to 100,000, which is completely reasonable!

"Dammit, you fakes, where did you come from! 35

"Damn it, how come the demons have become gods? Get lost, you demons! 35

"Fart, since ancient times, our demon player has been a pure Shenmu player, okay? Did Zhu Jian's father use the purgatory magic tree before watching it?"

"Wait, why are people from the Golden Dragon Clan mixed in?"

"Daddy's golden dragon bloodline has been in the shape of Wood Style since ancient times, is there anything wrong?"

"Since ancient times, Shenmu has conquered the fire of the sky, so it is reasonable for me, the Wutest Mengxin Fire Sparrow Clan, to be a disciple of the Shenmu style?

After these one hundred thousand Shenmu players jumped out at the same time, they immediately discovered each other, and they immediately quarreled into a pot of porridge! Everyone was saying that the other party was a fake, and that he was the real Shenmu player!

However, following the words of that old Zhu Jian from Qianshou, everyone fell silent.

"No problem!"

"Wood Style, is a kind of belief!

"As long as you have Wood Style in your heart, regardless of race or past, you can be my grandson! 99

"Come on, let me return to Shenmu Island with this old man... who is also the Fifth Generation Sect Master of Yan Huang Sect!""

The old Zhu Jian of Qianshou spoke hoarsely, and Yan Ran showed the posture of a true Fifth Generation Sect Master.

At the next moment, the Hundred Thousand Shenmu Flow player happily followed the old Zhu Jian of Qianshou into the air, and flew towards the huge Shenmu Island thousands of miles away.

Originally here, everything is smooth and reasonable.

However, at this moment, Beef Noodles turned around and spoke leisurely.

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"I heard that some people are not pleasing to the face?"

"Then why are you coming to my Zhujian father's Shenmu Island to beat me! Come on! Scumbag!""

After a group of Beef Noodles taunted them, they ran to Qianshou's old Zhu Jian in a whizzing manner.

This time, the mentality of hundreds of thousands of players, who were already extremely aggrieved, exploded again!

"Ahhh!!!"

"Damn it's noodle man!

"Why? Why is Wood Style being abusive and no one sanctioned him?

"What the hell is Plan Gou doing with his brother? Why isn't the account banned! 95

"Brothers, can you bear this?"

"What else can I do if I can't bear it? Have you seen such a huge Shenmu Island? Have you felt the power of the Wood Style people for three million years? Have you ever fought? Wood Style people can beat you out by rubbing a Shenmu flea Are you flying well? 55

"Ahhh! Don't say it, don't say it anymore! 39

Countless four-test and five-test players wailed all over the place, and they couldn't bear to live.

The greatest pain of swimmers!

It was Brother Mian who ridiculed him in public, but not only could he not fight back, he even

Still can't spray the noodles!

Ahhh! Beg.