Ye Chen breathed a long sigh of relief and controlled his body more and more disorderly. It has been several minutes since Chen Li ate the sky and put out the fire dragon. His body burning sensation still hasn’t disappeared, and his body potential is still being burned bit by bit and turned into a violent force that wants to burst his body. He looked up and said, it’s not the wind, the rising sun, the god of war. After all, it’s the god of war, but if you don’t kill me, it’s really easy to control my sword. It doesn’t need composition or moves.

A roar loud Ye Chen eyes instantly become sharp than his sword didn’t lift the body suddenly rushed forward a Lei Guang at this time, the speed is already the fastest he can display. In the flint, he came to the front of the wind and Chaoyang Lingranbo to meet his body with a flat…

Emperor Cang should say that it is still ten days ago, and it is the third day of March when the banquet of flat peaches for the Queen Mother of the West will be held. Is it a little early this time?

Early benefits might as well pay a visit to the Queen Mother of the West today and let her treat us two old guys with delicious drinks. Think about those fairy wines for ten days. Haha, it’s an occasional enjoyment. A roll of pale emperor’s talking sleeve robe has been wrapped in a golden cloud…