Chapter: 909
The scolding battle between the two sides stagnated, and countless people looked at Yuanshi Tianzun in the field in astonishment.
What does he mean? The Taiyimen were stunned.
The people of the Five Elements League were also stunned.
"Da da da, da da da..."
The tap dance was sometimes quick and sometimes slow, and the red shoes danced gracefully and beautifully. Yuanshi Tianzun twisted and twisted, as if mocking them.
Soon, the dance ended, the red dancing shoe stepped back with its left foot, the heel raised, and made a standard curtsy before turning into red light and dissipating.
Zhang Yuanqing also made a coquettish curtsy towards Tai Yimen.
The night wandering gods of the Taiyi Sect finally reacted, their faces twisted, and they roared:
"He's mocking us."
"Damn Yuanshi Tianzun, elder, I can't take it anymore, I want to go out and kill Yuanshi Tianzun to death."
"Fuck, I fought him hard."
"Too much bullying!!"
Proud night travel gods, when did they experience this kind of anger, and their mentality exploded one by one.
The corners of the eyes of Fengdu Ghost King and other saints twitched, and they wanted to hit someone.
"Return, return!"
Zhang Yuanqing said quickly.
He immediately disappeared from everyone's sight, and disappeared from the eyes of the furious Ye Youshen.
The scenery of the arena showed ripples, and when the ripples subsided, Zhang Yuanqing returned to the bedroom.
"Pa-ta, pa-ta"
Blood dripped from his chest, and a layer of sticky plasma coagulated on his tattered T-shirt.
Due to the exhaustion of the power of the sun, the penetrating wound on the chest has not healed completely, and is still bleeding slowly.
Zhang Yuanqing didn't feel pain, it was probably numb.
He walked to the full-length mirror by the window and saw himself pale, with ragged clothes and pants, except for the shocking wound on his chest, claw marks and bruises on his arms, cheeks, thighs, waist and abdomen.
Now he is like a death row prisoner who has just been tortured.
So tired, so uncomfortable Zhang Yuanqing drew the curtains, sat on the ground slowly, and lay down in a large font.
Sleep is the best way to rest. Zhao Chenghuang is definitely receiving the treatment of life essence now. The second generation of Ling is good. It's not that we grassroots can compare
I won, I am the champion, my brain was not clear when I got the boots, and the ghost forgot to bring them back, but it doesn't matter, Fu Qingyang will get them back for me
The exhaustion after the fierce battle surged, and there was probably hunger, but at this time he had no energy to get up and cook.
Noon, Wuhen Hotel.
Madoka was unusually impetuous, frequently staring at her phone, checking messages, and checking the time. JrNovels.com
What does he mean? The Taiyimen were stunned.
The people of the Five Elements League were also stunned.
"Da da da, da da da..."
The tap dance was sometimes quick and sometimes slow, and the red shoes danced gracefully and beautifully. Yuanshi Tianzun twisted and twisted, as if mocking them.
Soon, the dance ended, the red dancing shoe stepped back with its left foot, the heel raised, and made a standard curtsy before turning into red light and dissipating.
Zhang Yuanqing also made a coquettish curtsy towards Tai Yimen.
The night wandering gods of the Taiyi Sect finally reacted, their faces twisted, and they roared:
"He's mocking us."
"Damn Yuanshi Tianzun, elder, I can't take it anymore, I want to go out and kill Yuanshi Tianzun to death."
"Fuck, I fought him hard."
"Too much bullying!!"
Proud night travel gods, when did they experience this kind of anger, and their mentality exploded one by one.
The corners of the eyes of Fengdu Ghost King and other saints twitched, and they wanted to hit someone.
"Return, return!"
Zhang Yuanqing said quickly.
He immediately disappeared from everyone's sight, and disappeared from the eyes of the furious Ye Youshen.
The scenery of the arena showed ripples, and when the ripples subsided, Zhang Yuanqing returned to the bedroom.
"Pa-ta, pa-ta"
Blood dripped from his chest, and a layer of sticky plasma coagulated on his tattered T-shirt.
Due to the exhaustion of the power of the sun, the penetrating wound on the chest has not healed completely, and is still bleeding slowly.
Zhang Yuanqing didn't feel pain, it was probably numb.
He walked to the full-length mirror by the window and saw himself pale, with ragged clothes and pants, except for the shocking wound on his chest, claw marks and bruises on his arms, cheeks, thighs, waist and abdomen.
Now he is like a death row prisoner who has just been tortured.
So tired, so uncomfortable Zhang Yuanqing drew the curtains, sat on the ground slowly, and lay down in a large font.
Sleep is the best way to rest. Zhao Chenghuang is definitely receiving the treatment of life essence now. The second generation of Ling is good. It's not that we grassroots can compare
I won, I am the champion, my brain was not clear when I got the boots, and the ghost forgot to bring them back, but it doesn't matter, Fu Qingyang will get them back for me
The exhaustion after the fierce battle surged, and there was probably hunger, but at this time he had no energy to get up and cook.
Noon, Wuhen Hotel.
Madoka was unusually impetuous, frequently staring at her phone, checking messages, and checking the time. JrNovels.com
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