The Secret of the Seal

The first thousand and twenty-four chapters are shocking!

Qin Dong nodded and gestured to Longquan to help Feng Lang to rest aside, and then turned to look at the morning.

Qin Dong underestimated the abolition of Han Shizhen, and the eight monks of the Japanese Yaoge are also in the eyes. At this time, see Qin Dong looking to the morning, all face changes, hurriedly subconsciously to protect the morning.

The eight monks of the Nikko Pavilion apparently realized the terribleness of Qin Dong, but there was another idea in the morning. He always feels that the Japanese Yaoge is so powerful that if you cultivate it to be stronger and stronger, you will never dare to be enemies with the entire Shiyao Pavilion. So at this time, I was shocked at this time, but I was not really afraid of Qin Dong.

"You just gave me two roads, either handing over my pet or leaving my life, is this true?" Qin Dong ignored eight monks of the Japanese Yaoge, and his eyes fell directly on the morning. [

On the morning of the morning, I sneered and said, "I don’t have to be wrong when I say that I’m going to go out."

"You have a small cabinet owner in this day, good prestige!" The smile on Qin Dong's face seems to be harmless, but he has such a thrilling momentum.

In the morning, I still couldn't see the situation I was facing. I heard Qin Dong say that the sneer on my face is not diminished, but it is even more rampant. "Look at your repair is good, this little cabinet owner gives you a chance to live. To be my carry-on guard, today's business will be written off. And you are guaranteed to be rampant on the mainland, no one dares to provoke!"

"Is there such a good thing?"

"Your boy is lucky!" In the morning, Tianzheng thought that Qin Dong had moved his heart and said with a smile.

"My luck has always been good, but your luck is a little worse!" Qin Dong smiled and smiled, his face suddenly cold, and the words that followed were as if they were soaked in ice water, let the morning listen. The heart is a cool.

"What do you mean by this?"

"I can't even understand this. I don't think you are lucky, but your brain is broken!" Qin Dong burst into a cold drink, one hand, and went straight to the neck of the morning.

"Toast, don't eat and drink fine wine! Kill me for him!" The morning took a step back and shouted at the eight famous players.

The eight monks of the Nikko Pavilion, if they came out alone, are not the opponents of Han Shizhen and Feng Lang, but there is a considerable tacit understanding between the eight people.

The voice of the morning had not yet landed, and six third-level monks issued a blow at the same time, blocking the palm of Qin Dong. The two four-level monks were alert to protect the morning and retired.

The six attack waves released by the six third-level monks are like six raging dragons, which are filled with vibrations in the air. When I look up, I am confused, and it seems that they are fighting each other. In fact, they are hidden.

Six attack waves, when the time is gathering, the change is unpredictable, Fenglang only looked at it, then he felt that his head was dizzy, and he had no idea how to display it. And just in this slight hesitation, the six attack waves have been pushed to the front, no matter if you are a five-level six, there are only a few things left.

This kind of cooperation allows the six third-level monks to overcome the challenge of being twice as strong or even five times stronger than their own. The Japanese Yaoge also took advantage of this cooperation to win the second seat of the seven martial arts for many years.

It’s a pity that today they met Qin Dong, the real ‘live Luo’. This kind of cooperation is subtle, and it is no good to face too much cultivation by Qin Dong.