Fantasy: What To Do If You Are Too Rich

The strength of this old man may be the most powerful and fearsome of all the outsiders.

Lan Jiao looked at Wang Wei's mirror with a frightened expression.

"this is too scary.

The mung bean-eyed man of another race said in shock: "I am afraid that even if the great goddess of gong is present, he may not be his opponent. Even my "thousand dragons" and bloodline abilities have not escaped his eyes.

"Don't worry, Baihu is not without weaknesses. Although he was a top virtual Jade Emperor at the time, he was expected to hit Xuanguang. But now, his life has reached its limit, his soul has withered, and his achievements have declined. . Any too strong action will overdraft his life and soul.

Wei Jing said calmly.

Wei Jing heard something about the white tiger and Xiao Jian. It's definitely a history of miracles.

At the beginning of his practice, Baihu's life and physique were mediocre, even a waste.

However.

His kendo savvy reached a shocking level. After countless years of hard work, he was elevated to king and emperor.

However, in the end, the white tiger killed the holy master Xuanguang because of a super war, which led to the withering of life and soul.

Now

With his strong kendo will and some secret things, Baihu barely delayed the withering of his soul and life.

If we don't find enough home in this magical space, the white tiger will never live for three years.

"This smelting building may contain precious magical treasures. You two, you must not miss this opportunity...

The black dragon's voice suddenly echoed in their minds.

This magic weapon is very precious.

Wei Jing looked at the man with mung bean eyes and felt very excited.

How high is the black dragon's vision of destroying the world? Is the magic weapon with "good value" in his eyes a soldier?

Heilong's hint makes Wei and Jing prepare to leave, but there is nothing they can do.

"There are more people waiting, and we still have a chance to go in. If Bai Hu didn't hit us with his sword, he wouldn't tell the truth.

The mung bean-eyed man also nodded.

Behind these two people, there is a smell of killing black dragons. In the evil Yangko, it is like a duck in water.

However.

Just when they whispered plans.

An amazing scene emerged.

"That is"

The man with mung bean eyes raised his head and looked at the sky.

at the same time.

In front of the metal building in the corner, Tian Jian Pavilion and members of the royal family seemed to have a feeling and looked up.

I just saw it.

A pair of lavender transparent eyes, as if inlaid on this side of the sky, as cold as heaven, looked down.

"`~ Huh?"

The white tiger of Tian Jiange is still in his mind. He couldn't help staring at the sky.

With a sword he can't see, he can't see through the "eyes of the dead"

"This eye..."

The eight emperors always felt a little familiar.

Chance

Under the gaze of the dying, the psychic rat on Los Angeles' shoulders trembled and feared.

In front of the corner casting building.

(Are you okay)

The talented elite of several forces fell into brief silence and depression.

The "eyes of the sky" in the sky looked down, and there was an invincible spirit.

Even the white tiger felt physically and mentally exhausted.

Garden in the distance.

"What exactly is this?"

Wei Jing and the man with mung bean eyes felt the divine light of "dying eyes" and the majesty and indifference on their faces.

The two men froze, with what seemed to be dying eyes, staring at them deliberately.