Nine Cents Refining

Li Min's eyes flashed, but finally did not start, let the red light shine on Luo Peng.

Although he maintains the body of Luo Peng, it is not without letting people test whether Luo Peng is the murderer.

The red light was on Luo Peng's body, and Luo Peng still breathed all the way to the wall, no movement.

There is no abnormality.

He shrugged his shoulders and said loudly: "There is no sign of possession of the demon ghosts, and there is nothing invisible. The wise men of the 39-year-olds have verified that Luo Peng is indeed degraded. Agarwood, you want more, buns can not be less. ......"

Sun Hao brows slightly wrinkled.

Is it true that I have made a mistake?

However, why is the sword of Yue Dayong inserted at the foot of Luo Peng, is it really after it comes out and falls out?

Really just a coincidence?

But how is the abnormality of Luo Peng explained?

Zhao Weide looked at Sun Hao and his brow wrinkled.

Li Min breathed a sigh of relief, Luo Peng is innocent, then his actions to maintain Luo Peng are just, or else will have a lot of relationships.

Xia Qingyu’s eyes were light, and his mouth screamed: “Hello, what should I do now?”

Sun Hao looked at Xia Qingyu, and the wrinkled brow slowly relieved. It was a light smile. He said: "Agarwood still insists on his own judgment. It is definitely Luo Peng in the cloister. I don’t know how many people can Trusted with agarwood."

Xia Qingyu nodded: "I believe."

Then, the body's ice cold gradually picked up, Xia Qingyu turned to Li Min, crisp and said: "Li Min Li Ao Shi, and please let go, and let me wait for verification, if not for him, will naturally give you a statement. ”

It doesn't matter if the evidence is insufficient. If you test it strong, you will naturally know the result.

Li Min looked at Zhao Yumo and Ming Sanjiu.

Zhao Yumo slowly opened his mouth: "It’s raining, so it’s not right."

Ming Sanjiu waved the rope: "The 39-year-old has verified the innocence, but it is no longer necessary to move it."

Linger whited the three-nine-one eyes and said weakly: "Linger also believes in the judgment of the son. Support verification."

Meditation: "Reconsideration."

The three-nine-one hand in the rope. A sigh: "Hey, I don't want to be a brother, I am also serving, as you are. When I didn't say, when I didn't say..."

Single giggling: "Try it anyway."

Gong Xiaozu looked at Sun Hao: "Small... Brother. If you have to insist, I will support you."

Zhao Yu’s brow furrowed deeply.

It is not because of the trouble of verifying Luo Peng, but for the influence of Sun Hao.

Good guy. The kid was repaired, but he gave birth to a good skin. In one word of export, several young lords echoed and their claims were rejected.

One leaf knows the autumn. If it is a crucial moment, this kid is awkward with himself. I am afraid that the position of the little raccoon is hard to say.

The more I think about it, the more I don’t think about it. Zhao Hao’s magic laughs in the sky: “My generation is a monk, and everything can’t be separated from a word. Today, if Shen Xiang can tell specific doubts or evidence, I naturally have nothing to say, but If not, sorry, you will pass me before the devil..."

Li Min Chongtian rushed out: "And I am proud of the world."

In the cloister, the atmosphere is one of the condensation.

Sun Hao did not expect this to happen, but since it has reached the point where it is now, naturally there is no possibility of retreating. He smiles lightly and said to Zhao Weimo: "Masters and sculpt are the best in the world, but Shenxiang is itchy in the heart. Try the power of the master, master, please..."

Between the talks, Sun Hao stepped forward step by step, the whole body was golden, and the masculine and vigorous momentum appeared on the body, walking the dragon and punching.

Slightly unexpected, Sun Hao actually dared to do it with himself. Zhao Yimo burst into a burst: "It’s good," and the two palms are divided again. The tall body is like a golden Buddha, and it’s like a fan, and the hand is like a fan, sweeping out a palm print. .

Sun Hao’s fist was turned into a lion in the air, and the majestic whistling sound slammed into the palm print of Zhao’s demon.

The thunder and the explosion sounded.

The energy is overflowing, the strength is scattered, and the impact of both people is fluttering.

Sun Hao reflects the beauty of masculine and is ready to go.

Zhao Wei's body is like a golden Buddha. He is a majestic world, and he has a hand in his hand.

Not far from Sun Hao, the soul of the soul that has been a little confused seems to be awakened by the attack flow of the two people. Suddenly, he said: "The two friends are slow."

Sun Hao and Zhao Yumo did not accept the momentum, but they were faint, but at the same time they looked at the soul.

The soul of the instinct seems to say to himself: "Three-nine law eyes, special strength is broken and broken, it should not be professional."

The face of Ming Sanjiu is a little red, and there is a haha ​​in his mouth: "This, although not professional, but the general demon and ghosts are the eyes of the three-nine adults. If you say little girls, do you think that the verification of the 39-year-old adults? Will it go wrong?"

"In the end, if there is anything wrong, try to know." Soul-intelligence seems to be talking to himself: "To say the ability to break through, there are at least two monks on the scene."

"Who?" The face of the unbelief: "Who can be more powerful than me?"

"The dragon's battle will look at the ages," the soul did not return to Wang Yuan, and said: "You can see through the years and have a strong ability to recognize."

Wang Yuan took a glimpse of it and looked at Ming Sanjiu. Then he said, "My vertical eyes, the ability to break the shackles is not very strong, or come out early."

Soul wisdom shrugged, then said: "So, the eyes of the 39-year-old adults may be less reliable, or try to change it for me."

The face of Ming Sanjiu was slightly red, and he said: "Does his mother have a better destructive technique than the eyes of Shenwei Sanjiu?"

Sun Hao’s heart is a bit shameful.

It seems that Sun Hao was shocked by the ability to illuminate Xiao Zhang’s appearance. He mistakenly judged that the Ming San Jiu can break through, and it seems to be an oolong thing.

Intentionally or unintentionally swept Sun Hao, the soul of the evil spirits in the hands of the Qingguang long sword, a mouthful of crisp drink: "Tai Shang Laojun, eager as a law, true woman broken, give me the appearance..."

On top of the blue-light sword, the blue light was made, forming a light curtain, evenly scattered on the wall of Luo Peng.

Luo Peng is still motionless.

The blue light is like a flowing wave, and it is brushed in layers on Luo Peng.

Luo Peng is still unmoved.

The ranks of the Golden Dans are all thinking together. Is it true that Sun Hao thinks more, is it judged?

In the soul of the soul, there is another crisp drink: "The powerful transformation of the body, the strong strength, but you have met the real female sword, the real female sword, the name of the real woman, seeking truth and breaking Nothing to hide, give me a break..."

Between the words, the soul of the idiot bites the tip of the tongue, a drop of blood sprayed on the real female sword.

The real female sword looks like a fierce spirit, with a **** color in the blue light, once again brushed to Luo Peng's body, like a wave of water washed away.

This time, the situation is completely different.

The flow wave brushed, and the body of Luo Peng changed.

Sun Hao shouted: "Everyone is careful."

Luo Peng, who was on the wall, had already sat up and said, "Why are you suffering from this, you have to force me to show up, is it not good to get a baby in the room every time?"

In the voice, the red light with the **** color has been completely brushed from him.

And Luo Peng, who sat on the ground, has completely changed his image.

Now Luo Peng, black and purple, six-armed and double-angled, burly.

It is the typical feature of the ancient demon.

Moreover, Sun Hao clearly felt that the ancient demon Luo Peng in front of him, compared with the one he met in Fengyun, was physically strong and burly, and the momentum was more and more heavy, and it was more difficult to deal with.

Li Min flew a little, a little far from Luo Peng, and asked in his mouth: "Who are you? How about you Xiaopeng?"

"Luo Peng is me ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I am Luo Peng", the ancient devil did not care to say: "Of course, that is my identity in the human race, now, the ancient devil Luo, I have seen you friends, Hahaha, all the friends have tried to force me out, I don’t know what to teach?"

Zhao Xiaomo burst into a burst: "Nature is to remove the magic guard."

Jinguang Dasheng, the long-awaited scorpion hand did not hesitate to grasp the ancient magic Luo II.

Compared with the taboos of the ancient demon, Zhao Yu’s magic has more anger that has been blinded by the ancient demon. His Zhao Momo is the devil, and the front will actually help the ancient devil to speak. It is really a big joke.

Very casually, Luo Er stretched out his hand and grabbed it in one hand. The thick and large palm directly caught Zhao’s master.

With a pinch, the handprint was crushed in the air.

The ranks of the Golden Danes are all in the same mood, this ancient demon is so powerful.

Shaking his head, Luo Er said loudly: "Master, don't hurry, I have a few questions to ask, everyone is not too late, I promise, I will let you, hahahaha..." (To be continued.) Enable new URL