I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

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In the early days of the mainland, the flying ball territory.

In a large mountain, a steep stone wall has been opened, revealing the crystal clear green spar inside, exudes extremely strong fluctuations.

The two people are facing each other under the stone wall.

Xiao Ze’s black robe was blocked in front of a dozen foreign disciples. He looked at the white gold plaque not far from the look, and the long-horned face of the majestic man.

Next to the middle-aged man, there are two powerful dragon men and a powerful dragon follower.

"Xiao Ze, you killed my big brother, my father Wang looked at the face of heaven, has opened a side to you, spared your life, why do you have to resist?!" A dragon man holding a jade fan, Speaking harshly in a tone of voice.

"I Xiao Ze only serves as the younger brother of Master. I want to be the servant of your Long Ting eternal life. Go dreaming!" Xiao Ze sneered.

The middle-aged man in the forefront of the dragon is not fluent: "If you still refuse, then don't blame me for being so hot, this will kill you in the same place, and pay homage to my undead."

Bang!

A very terrible dragon swayed through the sky, representing the supreme majestic golden ripples spreading around the middle-aged man, making everyone feel like they were facing a Taikoo real dragon, and they were a little breathless.

"Yimu, do you want to face? It is obvious that you want to seize the veins, which leads to disputes, but now all the faults are blamed on our heads! This is the master of the Dragon Ting?" Holding a sabre, his eyebrows rose slightly and yelled at the man not far away.

"When I talk, I still can't turn your juniors into interrupts." Yimeng snorted, and a terrible momentum condensed into substance, and he went to Liu.

Xiao Ze flashed in front of Liu Qian's illusion, and both palms shot to the momentum.

Bang! The collision sound is like a thunder.

Xiao Ze retired a few steps, and this stabilized the pace. He looked pale and pale: "Will you want to kill me, and bully a hero? What is the majesty of the dragon?"

Yimeng’s face disdained: "Kill my son, let all of you go to the funeral, and you won’t say a word in heaven. If you know each other, you will sign a slave contract with me. I can’t be patient with you. It is consumed here."

"Let me go to the funeral of the four or nine sects? Are you also worthy?"

In the distance, a handsome man looks like a brick, looking at Yimeng.

"I don't deserve it? I want to see who gives you the courage, dare to talk to me like this!" When was Yimeng so mocked, against the dark brick sky above the sky!

Bang! The space began to distort at that moment.

But a burst of white light flashed, and Anlin disappeared.

"What?" Yimeng looked a little.

At the moment of the wrong moment, Bai Mang suddenly appeared in front of him, and there was a man with a black blade holding his black body, and fell against him with a sword!

Hey!

The black swordsman who is overbearing horror stretches for ten miles, and the mountains along the road are split into two halves.

An Lin looked at the man in front of him and was thrown back hundreds of meters by his sword, but the injury was almost nothing.

"Dragon King of the East China Sea Dragons? But that's it."

Although he did not hurt Yimeng, Anlin’s mouth was still slightly swayed, and he did not put the dragon king in his eyes.

"You are Anlin?" Yimeng's arms have cyan dragon scales.

Just now he was guarded with his arms in front of him, blocking Anlin’s full blow.

"Yes, I am the lord of the Forty-nine Immortals, An Lin."

An Lin generously acknowledged his identity. He knew that if there is no matching strength, then no matter how negotiating is meaningless, it is better to light up the muscles.

He glanced at the dragon forces present, and only three of them returned to the virtual world, including Yimeng.

In addition to the other two people in the Mongolian and Mongolian, one of them, or the dragon's great power he met in the early ancient times, named Yu Mingyu, the strength of the initial return. The other one has never met, and the breath is extremely low, and it is impossible to see the depth.

"A good hero is a teenager." Yi Meng glanced at An Lin, and Pi Xiao said with a smile.

Anlin heard that the business is blowing each other: "It’s a good old man."

Yi Meng’s mouth was slightly pumped and sneered: “I hope you can understand what it means to me to kill the enemy. If you want Xiao Ze to live, then you should persuade him to let him agree to be my slave. And give me these people to evacuate this vein."

"Let my apprentice be your slave? Are you also worthy?" Anlin raised his head and looked a little bit indifferent and angry.

"Master..." Xiao Ze looked at An Lin, and his eyes were a little red.

"Ha ha ha..." Yi Meng was extremely angry and laughed. "I don't deserve it? That line, then you will die for me here!"

He has already made an abacus for a long time. It is really impossible to kill Xiao Ze and others on the spot~www.readwn.com~ Anyway, the name of revenge for the child is here, and everything that is done is justified, even if it is heaven, it will not interfere. .

Then they will put their relics and Lingshi veins together in the bag, so that the death of a son who is not a weapon is not too bad.

Anlin’s words are loud: "You should not be anxious, let us first analyze one thing in order, so that we know who is right and who is wrong!"

"Less nonsense, you are not qualified to talk to me here. Xiao Ze killed my son, it is a fact of nailing, he has only two choices, one is to become my slave, the second is to pay for life! Give you ten seconds The time of the clock is considered." Yimeng’s powerful and horrible atmosphere broke out again.

The unique power of the Shinto in the late period of the virtual, straight into the sky, actually formed a very terrible Thundercloud tornado, roaring, rolling.

Anlin saw this scene in front of him, biting his teeth and stalking his head. This Yimeng has been overbearing to be completely unwilling to communicate.

Yimeng’s heart is clear, they are the first to lose money. If you really want to analyze it well, maybe there will be other variables, but it’s better to come out as hard!

The power of Long Ting is stronger than that of the Four Nine.

The only thing that the four ninth sects can do is yield and succumb to the ruling he made.

"Since you feel that I am not qualified to talk to you about things. Then I will let you know, I am not qualified!" An Lin double-eyed flashed through Jin Mang, and the supreme Wang Wei spread.

Bang! The golden fluctuations are filled with the heavens and the earth, as if the supreme gods overlook the ants.

Almost for a moment, except for the Dragon King Yimeng, and the two men beside him, all the other dragons follow, all soft and soft!

Anlin is not a role that everyone can take.

Want to speak with your fist? Pressing people with strength?

OK, then he will let Yimeng know who is pressing who!