Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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The momentum of the whole person of Warfare has changed in an instant, and the pressure of the body has squeezed the chest of everyone present.

Su Shi and Thunder stared at the fierce golden armor of the battlefield, and the heart beat violently. A ecstasy of ecstasy spread in the eyes of the two.

They didn't even think of it, and the warfare would have made the armor here.

And when it all came true, they were already very clear...

The monsoon smoke is dead!

There is no occupation in the world, and it can be compared with the annihilator. Even if the monsoon smoke is also a dying person, it is impossible to be the opponent of the war.

They waited, waiting for the moment when the monsoon smoke was blown off by the war!

Yang Wei's silk is not moving in front of the monsoon smoke, and the wooden body emits a fragile sound under the powerful pressure.

The sound was very light, but it was introduced into the ears of the monsoon smoke.

The eye of the monsoon smoke flashed a trace.

To build Yang Lan, her original purpose was to carry the ore, not to fight, so the wood on Yang Lan was only freely taken by her, not invincible.

"Yang Yang, retreat." The sound of the monsoon smoke sounded loudly.

Yang Lan’s body was slightly shocked, and after a moment of sluggishness, he slowly retreated to the side.

She will not let Yang Lan fight with Feifei under such circumstances.

The monsoon smoke stood up from the chair and looked at the murderous battlefield with half-squinting eyes. The clear scorpions scattered away the lazyness of the past, with a hint of chill.

"This is the end of the armor?" The monsoon smoke calmed the opening.

Fai Fei proudly leaned back to the chin, and with his slight movement, the smashing armor on his body made a slight noise.

"Little girl, it is your pleasure to see the smashing armor before you die."

The monsoon smoked and smirked, shook his head slightly, and looked at the proud Fiji with a pitiful look. "Is it honored? That is really sorry, you are this thing... I don't think it's strange." ”

When the monsoon smoked the sound, her fingertips gently opened her placket, revealing the same collar on her neck as the battlefield, and the shining mark of the eternal armor!

The face of Warfare flashed slightly.

The monsoon smoke calmly loosens the hand and hides the armor mark that can't be seen from the line of sight.

"This kind of thing is not unique to you, and... it doesn't seem to be great." The monsoon smoked like a smile and looked at the war. The tone was casual and lazy.

"You are also a dying person?" Warfay blinked and blinked. He didn't think that the weak devil in front of him was the same professional.

The monsoon smoke shrugged.

Zhan Fei sneered and said: "No wonder you are so young, you can become the city owner of the city, but..." His eyes flashed a haze, and the dark golden gun in his hand lifted, the sharp tip of the gun, the distance from the monsoon The eyebrows are only half a finger away!

"The annihilators are not all the same!"

The face of the monsoon smoke did not show a little fear, but the corner of his mouth raised a smile. The lazy scorpion, as if he did not see the threat that was close at hand, directly confronted the eyes of the war.

"I know this very well." The monsoon smoked and smiled. She looked like she accidentally raised her hand, and the palm of her hand crossed the tip of the gun.