Descent of the Phoenix

He wanted to frustrate his spirit, but when he saw this body, he was reluctant, right, and reluctant. I really don't know if this is the idea that emerged from there.

Reluctant to wear away his arrogance, can not bear to destroy this body.

Actually, he will be reluctant to go to a man. He must go back to worship the Bodhisattva when he turns back. It must be a **** of a day.

"Tomorrow your opponent, Zhao Guo's Liang Cheng, on the bright side is Zhao Guoren, in fact, the first person in the Southern Song Dynasty before the National Defense, the only thing in the body is only in Shenmu Fengcheng and other people, its means is far from this. The two can compare, you have to be careful, don't be so big."

Sitting next to Haoyue, Yun Zhao beat the palm of his hand with a folding fan, while slowly speaking.

Haoyue looked up at the moonlight, turned his head and looked at Yun Zhaodao: "What does this have to do with me?"

When Yun Zhao was suddenly stunned by the hustle and bustle of the moon, this person did not ask why he knew it. Instead, he asked him what happened to him. How the reaction of the month was always beyond his expectation.

However, he was kind enough to lose money, and this month did not appreciate it.

"If I win, I will go on, but I won't win, no matter anyone." Haoyue slowly threw a sentence and got up and walked toward the room.

The back is so proud of himself.

Yun Zhao looked at the moon that had left, slightly raised his eyebrows, so determined and sharp, not putting anyone in his eyes, and being an enemy with everyone, then from another aspect, he is not any one. People under the power.

The folding fan swayed in the hand, and the cloud called a smile.

Since no power is, then he...

The night is calm, but no one knows that calm, the waves are undulating.

After the Wulin Conference of the Golden State, how could it be just a martial arts conference?

The golden sunshine sprinkled from the sky, the blue sky and white clouds, the leaves of the leaves and the fragrance of the leaves came to the fore.

The crowds were silent, and everyone focused on the two people on the platform.

A white fluttering, beautiful as a month.

A mediocre appearance, but breathtaking.