Chapter 3693 You really can't do it

The head of the Yuanshi Academy couldn't help being horrified, this scene was really exciting.

For a while I didn't know what to say.

The idea is very prominent and very real.

"This...it seems...it seems to be someone from the Guangming Academy, so it should be a person from the Guangming camp..."

"The boy in the lead, I have seen..."

Xu Qin, deputy head of the Yuanshi Academy, looked into the distance, his face suddenly became much worse, and at the same time, the expression of horror on his face was indescribable.

If he remembered correctly, this kid should be the apprentice that Tai Shujie has always relied on?

Before that, I heard Taishu Jie bragging a lot.

The relationship between him and Taishu Jie was not harmonious, and seeing his apprentice so strong at this moment, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

"People from Guangming Academy?"

"Could it be a certain hidden palace master and deputy palace master of Guangming Academy?"

"It's just that this young appearance is quite interesting..."

The master of Yuanshi Academy murmured, then nodded and said.

Maybe that's what I thought.

"Forehead……"

"This guy seems to be a student of Guangming Academy..."

"It's the direct disciple of that grand uncle Jie from Guangming Academy..."

Xu Qin, the deputy head of the Yuanshi Academy, trembled his lips, then shook his head helplessly. He could only explain this matter, and it didn't seem like it was going to be so involved.

too difficult……

"Student?"

"hiss……"

"Guangming Academy is going to... a sign of great prosperity!"

"Why……"

"This luck is really..."

"call……"

"Students of this Guangming Academy must... must establish a good relationship!"

"Absolutely not to be missed!"

"I told you, did you hear that?"

With a cold snort sweeping across the place, the Palace Master of Yuanshi Academy said eagerly.

Xu Qin: "..."

"Yes... according to the Palace Master..."

Xu Qin, the deputy head of the Yuanshi Academy, looked aggrieved...

My head felt a little confused for a moment, and the feeling of chaos was tossing in my head...

too difficult……

These bells and whistles were almost tossing him away.

The various feelings in my heart gradually increased.

Complicated thoughts, flickering eyes...

...

...

Fang Fan's existence has attracted the attention of many people...

Some are happy and some are sad...

Not everyone was happy to see Fang Fan's return.

It is said that they are allies, but in fact they are still competing with each other.

If there is a slight deviation, it must be done directly.

The rhythm is clearly arranged.

dark camp...

Mo Tian, ​​the first-class saint in the Dark Temple, licked his lips, and a wave of murderous intent flashed in his eyes...

He looked at Madman, the number one son of the Dark Temple, and said indifferently, "How do you think he compares to you?"

As soon as this sentence is said, it has a sense of rhythm.

"I killed him like a dog!"

"snort!"

"He is nothing in front of me!"

"I can kill him a hundred times with one move!"

The first son of the Dark Temple held his head high and held his chest high, with an indifferent expression on his face at the moment.

This is his pride...

Crazy Demon, the number one son of the Dark Temple, this position has been untouchable for many years.

Before the bone age of Long Live, he was promoted to the Supreme Saint Realm. Because of his special physique, he could even fight a wave of strong people in the quasi-demigod realm...

As long as there are no accidents in the middle, he will be the leader of the next generation of the Dark Temple.

"oh?"

"Is it?"

"Then can you sneak into the rear of the Protoss, and then attract the hundreds of thousands of elite troops of the Protoss to besiege it without losing the wind, and even save yourself?"

"Are you okay?"

Motian, the first-class saint in the Dark Temple, sneered, his voice was very cold, and for a while, there was an extreme biting feeling.

These words are like a sharp knife, piercing through the heart like this, the feeling is very uncomfortable.

Especially for an extremely rebellious person.

In their world, they have always been the only ones, and they always feel that they are the top existence.

There are some deviations this time, and there will be more or less ideological deflection in my heart.

Gradually, thinking will change in an all-round way.

Probably this is the real state.

Very solid and clear.

That's pretty much it.

"I……"

"I……"

"snort!"

"I haven't tried it, how do I know it won't work?"

"This guy from the light camp is just a little bit luckier!"

"With strength, he is not worthy to lift my shoes!"

"I want to go out and kill him!"

Madman, the first son of the Dark Temple, shook his stiff neck, sneered as he spoke, and then let out a sneer, with murderous intent in his eyes, and his expression suddenly changed.

The thoughts are in place, and the sense of suppression is also sweeping across the board.

This time, a sense of panic emerged in the depths of my heart.

"Kill him?"

"If such an existence belonged to my Dark Temple, how wonderful it would be..."

"It's okay, he belongs to the light camp..."

"This proud son of the light camp will naturally be killed, but not now."

"Do you really want to die in front of so many people?"

"This road, please walk carefully and safely!"

"Don't overestimate yourself!"

"Calm down!"

...

The cold snort swept in place, and his posture became stable.

Mo Tian, ​​the first-class saint of the Dark Temple, crossed his hands in front of him, and his eyes flickered slightly. He was thinking a lot, and his eyes flickered inexplicably...

All kinds of thoughts deep in my heart gradually increased.

This is, quite interesting.

"Kill him, and the Temple of the Light Alliance will ruin the luck for ten thousand years!"

Mo Tian, ​​the first-class saint in the Dark Temple, murmured to himself and suddenly made an evaluation.

This evaluation is already high enough.

On the side, the number one son of the Dark Temple, Madman, looked disapproving. He was used to it, and he took an indifferent attitude towards these things, thinking that he could beat everything.

Everyone is nothing but ants in front of him.

Do you need to think about dealing with such ants?

Nothing.

It's just so buoyant!

In terms of attitude, it must be fully supplemented!

"Then shall we go out to help?"

"Now these Protoss armies are so messy, if they take action, they will definitely be able to kill many Protoss..."

"This is an excellent opportunity..."

Madman, the first son of the Dark Temple, licked his lips, his face couldn't help showing excitement, and he couldn't help rubbing his hands together as he spoke. There was indeed some impulsiveness in his heart...

If you grasp the opportunity well, it will indeed be different...

For a fighting maniac like him, those plots and tricks don't matter, and he doesn't care, he just likes to fight!

Especially this kind of bloody battle, he prefers...

call……

So, how exciting...

There was a sense of excitement all over his body.

The whole person, directly elegant...

The smell of blood is so good!