Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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"Oh? Then how can you take me?" The monsoon smoked a corner of the mouth and smiled, turned around, so that he looked at Hu Temple.

Hu Siyan took a deep breath, and the other corners of the Qingyan army soldiers swept away: "Are you all abolished? A group of people are watching here? Do you want to be the name of the Qingjun army?"

Hu Temple’s embarrassment woke up the cold-hearted soldiers. When they came back, they suddenly realized that their own group of warriors had given a 14-year-old girl. If you are scared, you will not be able to speak out. If you pass it out, you will be afraid of being the laughing stock of the entire squad.

The soldiers who realized that all of them had an action immediately. They stepped forward and stood on the left and right sides of Hu Temple. They had a posture to talk about with the monsoon smoke.

"How? Can't lose?" The monsoon smoked and looked at Hu Temple.

Hu Temple snorted, "I don't know what method you use, but I tell you, the Qingjun army can't be provoked by anyone! Even if you are the daughter of General Ji Jun, you can't let you insult the youth. The military is half a point!"

The monsoon smoke is funny and looks at the Hu Temple, which is carrying the tiger skin as the big flag. Both hands ring the chest: "I don't know, you represent the entire Qingjun army alone. How? The face of the Qingjun army writes you. Face?"

Hu Temple was humiliated by the monsoon smoke, but it was hard to pull up the reputation of the Qingjun army. It is clear that it is not intended to give up.

Everyone is clear in their hearts, but no one dares to poke through the mind of Hu Temple. After all, Hu Temple has some status in the Qingjun Army, and it is impossible to offend the Qingjun Army for a monsoon smoke.

"Little devil, you have to learn from us Hu Da Ge, Hu Da Ge sees you young and let you, don't think that you really have much ability! We are just not good at you, a little ghost! Have the ability to let you behind you The cowardly guys come up and see Grandpa, I don’t want to knock off their chins!” A soldier of the Qingjun army called Shudao.

"Hit it! I am afraid that you will not be!" Ling He and others are on fire, ready to shoot immediately.

However, the monsoon smoke raises his hand to block their way, but the mouth is smiling and watching Hu Temple and other humanities: "Oh? So, you still let me?"

"That is nature." The humanity of the Qingjun army.

The monsoon smoked a light smile. "In this case, we can have another one, but we don't need Lingge to shoot them."

"Little devil, you are clearly smug in the identity of your deceased, you know that we can't shoot the deceased!" Hu Temple is cold and cold, but in my heart, it is true to the monsoon smoke. Scared.

"Miss, don't yell at them." Ling He frowned. He could see that Hu Temple was trying to find his face.

The monsoon smoke said: "Since they are not enough to lose their faces, why can't I fulfill them?"

After all, the monsoon smoke looks at the temple of Hu:

"You can rest assured that I will not shoot."

The monsoon smoked a smile, and she immediately made a snap. "Wait a moment, naturally someone will compare with you."

Everyone was puzzled and looked at the monsoon smoke. After a while, when the people did not respond, it was a matter of time. A tall figure came out of the crowd!

"Miss." Yang Lan walked to the front of the monsoon smoke with a three-pointed two-edged knife. The scales on his body were particularly dazzling in the sun.