"Pass?"

Xu Yi's figure suddenly disappeared.

When they appeared again, two ninth-grade masters had already bleeded and fell to the ground, and their pupils were shrunk into a needle.

"That's what happened!"

Xu Yi continued to make great strides.

The road was unobstructed until I saw the main hall of Yigong Mansion, three figures blocked me.

Three Nine Grades!

"Yi Gong raised a lot of ninth-grade masters. He was so afraid of death, so he let his descendants do evil?"

When Xu Yi spoke coldly, his hand trembled, and Mu Tian Gun was already tightly held in his hand.

He stomped the Mutian spear to the ground.

There was a loud bang, and the ground seemed to tremble.

"Does go out in three tones, otherwise you will die!"

Swish!

As soon as Xu Yi's voice fell, the three ninth-grade masters were already flashing far away.

The three of them looked extremely ugly, their eyes were filled with fear and uneasiness.

What is the most terrifying thing about Mutian War God?

Mutian Gun!

His sister took out Mu Tian Gun without saying a word, which clearly showed the rhythm of killing.

Whose life is not life? It is not worth dying at the hands of the Southern King!

The door of the hall is open.

A middle-aged man came out in a wheelchair.

A white-haired old man sat in a wheelchair.

He has a majestic face and sharp eyes.

It is Yi Gong, one of the three Dukes.

"King of the South."

Mr. Yi bowed: "Why are you so angry that you force yourself to break into my Mr. Yi's mansion and hold a Mutian gun? Why are you going to kill me, an old bone?"

"Yi Gong has worked hard for many years in the Tianlong State, and it is very hard, so you can't teach your future generations well. I don't blame you. Now I will help you teach you. Please come out and meet me?"

"I have five grandsons, which one does the King of Southern want to see?" asked Yi Gong.
Chapter completed!