MTL - Descent of the Phoenix-Chapter 11 Test

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This is indeed the case.

Standing in the field, I listened to Murong Yi and said loudly: "Since it is a test, a slight scar is normal. Missing, control is not good, can this blame the moon?

Compared with the competition, life and death are all destiny, so many scars in the month of the month do not complain about people. ”

Following the words of Du Yuanru, these few words of the snakes were on the stick, and Murong Gang and Du Yuanru, who blocked them immediately, could not tell a word.

Murong Yi, who didn't talk much, began to look deeply into the moon. This is much worse than the daughter who loves crying and incompetence in memory. Is it grown up and the mind has changed.

"Compared with the competition, life and death are good and desperate, and it is good to say that Haoyue’s sister seems to have a good job. The dumb brother came to discuss and ask for advice today." In a short silence, an angry voice rang, and it looked like a seventeen-year-old. The black-faced man came out.

As soon as he came forward, the young people around him suddenly became jealous, some slightly ironic smiles, and some gloating to look at Haoyue, their looks were different.

Looking at the man in front of me, who is this person? No memory.

"Mu Rong Chun Shui, the eldest son of your five uncles, in the younger generation, only slightly inferior to Rong Chen and Murong Li." Frowning, suddenly heard a vague voice in the ear, it was sitting in her In the room, his purple man could not be seen outside.

Murong Chen, Murong Li, one is the son of the uncle, one is her son, but she is not familiar with, only vaguely remember that there are two people, as for the skill, she knows how high these two people, naturally can not verify this How high is Murong Spring Water.

However, this is a big deal, her current ability, not to beat Murong just this generation, younger generation, she is afraid.

The Jianjian Yao refers to Murong Chunshui, and the cold moon is lifted down, the left hand is flat, and the index finger is erected toward Murong Chunshui, which is extremely arrogant.

She did not like the people of Murong.

At first sight, the moon should be down, and suddenly the front of it snorted, and some young people simply clapped their hands.

The sparse applause made Murong Chunshui's face a bit blue, he disdain and weaker than his own hands, but the injury is his sister, then another matter.

Put a handful of swords in his hand, Murong Chunshui said: "I will let you three strokes."