Peerless Pill God

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Standing in front of the main hall, Zang Jianfeng, with long hair fluttering with the horrible fluctuations of elemental power, a pair of staring eyes shot like a substantial sword.

The whole hall seems to become a world of swords, especially Huo Lingyun and Zhou Yan who are close to the Tibetan sword peak. Their strength is already very powerful. It is difficult to find opponents in the realm of God's Palace, but they can't resist the glance of Tibetan sword peak.

This is the horror of Dongtianjing Power, and one glance may be able to make you collapse.

A stunned look instantly appeared on Zang Jianfeng's resolute face, wondering: "What, Qin Sheng broke through the eighth floor of the Zexing Tower?"

Zang Jianfeng was unwilling to believe that it was the eighth floor of the Xinglou Tower, and that Qin Sheng seemed to be the first to go to the Xinglou Tower.

It is difficult to pick the eighth floor of the Star Tower. Even the old-fashioned saints and virgins are difficult to break through, let alone new students like Qin Sheng.

"This Qin Sheng is really surprising!" It took a long time for Zang Jianfeng to take a deep breath, his eyes changed, and there was a dreadful sword atmosphere between Kailuan.

When he was admitted to the hospital for assessment, he was already judged to be a genius once in a thousand years. The potential is terrible. He originally planned to suppress Qin Sheng for a few years and let him miss the years of practice blowout.

However, I did not expect that during the trial of the Longchi Conference, Qin Sheng lifted his hands and suppressed the remaining three peaks, especially in terms of their Ziyang Peak. They lost the worst.

Today, when he broke through the Star Tower, Qin Sheng transformed again, and he broke through the eighth floor in one breath. This achievement, whether it is placed in the daily sanctuary or the entire Dayan Dynasty, or even the 36th Dynasty in the Wasteland, is also rare. presence.

It's so scary. Even if he hid Jianfeng, it took decades to break through the eighth floor of the Zixing Tower, and finally he barely carried it.

Qin Sheng broke through the eighth floor for the first time!

This talent, this potential, and even Jianfeng Feng also began to feel that this Qin Sheng is really a big threat!

"It's a shame, so Tianjiao, it's not my Ziyang Feng's person!" Under the eyelids of Zang Jianfeng, there was a shadow of Yin.

"Since it's not for my use, it can only be ruined ..."

Zang Jianfeng really moved the idea of ​​killing. If it was said that the last time that he had suffered from Ning Ping's pain due to the trial of the Longchi Conference, he hasn't moved the real idea of ​​killing, but now, he feels this Qin Sheng's threat is really too great.

If Qin Sheng is given a few more years to grow up, maybe even his Tibetan Jianfeng will be trampled under his feet!

Although the Sunshine Temple is only a sanctuary with nine mouths of Longchi, its essence is still a river and lake with red fruits. It is so difficult to practice, especially like him who has reached the cave heaven.

Zang Jianfeng wants to go one step further. It is difficult, but it is too difficult. Without absolute gems, his practice is considered to be over.

The original resources were not enough. Now if Qin Sheng is allowed to grow, he is an unprecedented threat to Ziyang Peak!

If Wan Rongfeng's rise, it means that Ziyang Peak will slowly decline, which is an inevitable result.

At this moment, there was a terrifying throbbing from the sky.

"Booming ~~"

The wind was strong and the thunder dropped.

"Oh!"

Zang Jianfeng stepped out and came out of the hall in an instant. He looked up at the sky and saw the six-colored robbery clouds. He frowned suddenly: "Six-colored thunderstorm?"

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