Bai Lixuan's heart was hit, sinking down, feeling that he couldn't vent his chest with a sullen breath, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

"Don't say it."

He suddenly spoke, looked at Guo Xu, and sank.

Such a weird change, shocked Guo Xu, was puzzled in his eyes.

This boy, he had to ask before, and now he told him truthfully, but he didn't know what temper was.

The half -loud, Bai Lixuan's expression was calmed down, and said lightly: "Let's go."

Guo Xu glanced at this person complicatedly, so unknown, he shook his head and walked forward. The test in the seventh round, obviously couldn't break through, he could only go back and let the will of the ancient tomb of Xingjun move it.

go out.

Just when he was about to disappear at the aisle, Bai Lixuan stopped him.

"Hey, advice to you, cherish life, don't find the trouble of this person after injury."

After speaking, Bai Lixuan flashed the sperm in his eyes, and he walked forward without looking back.

In any case, even if he is not as good as the other party, he has to see what the person's strength is strong.

At least, you have to see his back.

If otherwise, it is a little failed.

As for Guo Xu, his footsteps were slightly meals, and he disappeared at the aisle. If he listened to Bai Lixuan's advice, it was unknown.

At the same time, Yang Fan and Qin An also had a result.

"You are not my opponent four years ago. I didn't expect it to be so unbearable four years later. Get, I am really not interested in killing a waste."

Qin An was indifferent, suddenly, the words turned, and said coldly: "Can waste me so much time, always leave something, enjoy a whip, give me honesty!"

Slap!

The long whip of the poisonous snake was pumped on Yang Fan's face ruthlessly.

Yang Fan, who had just got up, was pumped out again, hit the wall fiercely, spit out the blood of big mouths.

Such humiliation is quite miserable.

The aggrievedness in Yang Fan's heart can be imagined. He looked back at Qin'an, and the eyes seemed to be the evil ghost in hell. It was terrible.

But Qin An didn't care.

You will regret it!

Yang Fan said coldly in his heart, turned around and left.

"What do you keep to do this kind of waste? Kill it if you kill it."

Yang Fan had just left, and he walked into a person in the hall, with an ancient knife and a cold look. It was Pei Yue.

"It doesn't matter."

Qin An smiled indifferently, and stepped forward to remove the short sword on the stone pillars. I saw two ancient characters engraved on the scabbard, ice wheel.

The moment the short sword comes out of the sheath, the cold mang is flying, and the cold is as cold as the moon.

"Good sword."
Chapter completed!