Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

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But she didn't notice that something was wrong. She took her eyes back and put it back in the martial arts.

Naturally, the comprehension of the comprehension is not like that of the real world. They are full of magic weapons. In one stroke, they all carry the power that mortals can't imagine. If they encounter a strong one, they can destroy most of the collapse.

Fortunately, here is the realm of comprehension, and the body is covered with a repairing method. Whenever the downfall is destroyed, it will automatically recover.

The Zhuji monk is the lowest in the Zongmen, and the Baishui is a mid-term monk. It is necessary to compete with the disciples of the fellow initiates. It is reasonable to say that the qualification of the other party should be good, but it will not be able to survive. .

Although Shen Mubai has doubts in his heart, his mouth is still faint. "Your cultivation is no worse than them."

Bai Shui’s finger holding the sword was slightly tight, and then he whispered. “The disciples will reflect on their own.”

Shen Mubai nodded. "Nothing, you can work harder in the future."

Baishui didn't look up, just said, "Is it necessary to see the next game of the brothers?"

Shen Mubaidao, "Well."

Bai Shui looked at her and looked at her with a trace of unclear feelings. "Although he wanted to see the style of his brother, he only hurt his strength in the game, so he wanted to go back and rest."

Shen Mubai Weiwei, explored the breath of the other party, but it was a little weak, so he threw a bottle of medicinal medicine from the storage bag to his hand, "take it."

Baishui was slightly coveted. "Thank you for your respect, the disciples have retired."

This incident seems to be just an episode, and Shen Mubai’s attention is quickly attracted to the past by the competition in the ring.

Although the cultivation of the real world is difficult to produce power because of the spiritual resources of the resources, the Qiyang sect is a big sect, and there are countless excellent disciples in the door. Jin Dan was not in the early days.

The feast is a double spiritual root, and it has already occupied a great advantage in terms of qualifications. Moreover, although he has cultivated himself, although it is extremely fast, it is a solid and steady. In the early disciples of many Jindan, the strength is also very strong, and a lot of limelight has come out, which has provoked those elders who are especially jealous. They admire the real people who have such an apprentice.

Shen Mubai was half-hearted and felt that the feast should be able to get the first prize.

The game on the stage had already reached the end, and no one had thought that when another disciple on the stage was about to be defeated by the feast, a breathless invisible pressure would come to the fore.

Then there was a man out of the ring, looking like a 30-year-old, but the horns were slightly white, and the whole body was full of unpredictable terror.

"Is that the most powerful person in the semester?"

"No, this kind of horrible pressure is at least distracted. Is it difficult to bring him to the Chang Bing senior who just left the customs?"

"After I was a Yuan Ying, I encountered this kind of power and I felt like an ant."

In the realm of comprehension, the difference between each class is that it is only a layer, and it can be suppressed at the foot. What's more, it is one of several powers in the Zongmen. The surrounding monks felt unprecedented pressure.

The qualifications are a little bit worse, and they are already vomiting blood.

But no one dares to disagree. He can only look at the man on the stage and want to see what the other party wants.

As early as the moment when the man appeared, there was an unpredictable hunch in Shen Mubai’s heart. She quickly fell on the stage and blocked her feast behind her. The horrible feeling that the whole body of blood seemed to be suppressed made her chest burst. Surging, the last hard-boiled throat, "I don't know what the predecessors said?"

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