History’s Strongest Senior Brother

After the high put in, there was no movement in the inside.

The middle-aged students who are tall and thin are first loose in their hearts: "It seems that no matter what, the repairing strength of the people is lower than expected, and they are directly dumped."

However, this high-skinned scholar quickly gave birth to doubts in his heart: "But if the cultivation is not high, how can one kill a **** snake?"

He was patient and watched the house where Yan Zhaoge and others lived.

However, as time went by, there was no movement in the inside, and there was no high-altitude and other Eagles.

The high-skinned scholars feel faint.

There are no fluctuations in the power of the blood, not to mention those outside the country, even the high-level people and so on, it seems that there is no hands-on appearance.

Although half-devil warriors are shouting, but in the face of death threats, in order to gain the power to defeat or survive, there will always be people who will not stick to their own human body, choose half-awake blood, and become a half-devil warrior.

With the middle-aged scholars' understanding of Gaofang, this old man's insistence on this aspect is not as stubborn as he usually seems.

However, not to mention Yan Zhaoge and others, the middle-aged scholars did not feel the signs of high-intensity awakening blood vessels and incarnations.

"Is it because the other party is too strong, and it kills Gao Ping in an instant, so that he can't even wake up the blood?" The middle-aged scholar was shocked by his own thoughts: "It shouldn't be too high, put it high in Kanghe Jinghao." It’s also a worthy figure, otherwise how can you get a place in front of your Royal Highness?”

"Can you kill him in an instant, how strong is the other party?"

"Why are you not doing it at all?" The eyes of the middle-aged scholars sewed together: "Is the other thing worthy of the other party, and moved the high-level, and the two sides tried to decrypt it?"

He woke up in his heart. If the Prince's Highness is too crowded, he and the Eagle Gate are the people who occupy the place.

Excluding his words can also play a role in the position...

When I think of it, the middle-aged scholars are more vigilant.

Regardless of the possibility, he has made up his mind not to enter the door.

But knowing yourself and knowing what the truth is, he has to be mindful, so that he can plan his next move.

"It's hard to live with others, I can't help me. I am practicing the blood of the blood, but the shadow snake." The middle-aged scholar sneered, his body stood still, but the blood of the blood started, and the light lines under the clothes lit up.

The power of the invisible shadow is turned into a line, and the past is explored in the house in front of us. It is silent and there is no trace.

The eyelids of the middle-aged scholars turned into dark yellow, turning into a squint-like look like a snake-eye.

The foreground of his eyes became dark and fuzzy, as if blind.

But in the next moment, one scene appears like a burning, and then gradually clear.

As the power of the shadow continues to infiltrate, the middle-aged scholar's ear also sounds distant.

The power of the shadow went all the way forward, entered the house, and then came to the hall.

Then the middle-aged scholars saw a scene that made him stunned.

In the hall, Yan Zhao songs are leisurely and sit still, and Feng Yunqi, Xu Fei and Ying Longtu are also sitting in their seats.

Ahu got up and stood in the middle of the hall, holding an eagle in his hand and grabbing a chicken.

The man is old and hot on weekdays, as if the eagle-eyed eagle door is the master of the door, but at this moment, he has changed from the eagle to the chicken in the hands of others.

Around the body of Ahu, there are a lot of eagle feathers.

"This..." Although it was not the two sides plotting to deal with themselves, the scene in front of them was even more alarming. The middle-aged scholars only felt a chill of gas rising from the soles of the feet and rushing to the top of the head.

Then, he saw Yan Zhaoge's gaze looking at himself!

The middle-aged scholars subconsciously want to interrupt the power of the shadows they explored, but before he can do something, they will see Yan Zhao’s body shape flashing and stepping on.

Then the middle-aged scholars discovered that they could not recover the blood of the search, but it was as if the whole person was trampled by Yan Zhaoge and could not move.

"Who are they in the end?" The middle-aged scholars were in amazement.

Yan Zhaoge's current look is also a bit odd, looking down at his feet and being trampled by himself, as if the shadow of a living thing, then turned his head and looked at the high-handedness that was caught in the hands of Ahu.

"How do you feel like there is something wrong with it?" Yan Zhao Ge muttered.

Feng Yunying looked at the shadow at the foot of Yan Zhao's song: "Isn't it a monster like a shadow snake, but a demon blood warrior who refines the blood of a shadow snake?"

Yan Zhao song smiled: "If you don't see it, you will know."

Said, the hand volley caught, suddenly the shadow in his hand, the real yuan surging, this illusory black shadow, as if turned into substance.

Then Yan Zhaoge is like pulling a rope like a rope.

The middle-aged scholar outside the mansion immediately fell into disuse and was dragged to the house.

He wants to struggle, but he feels like a straw, so he can't resist the tremendous power coming from inside.

The force of the shadow that wants to completely interrupt the external release is also unsuccessful.

At this moment, he was dragged away even if he wanted to awaken the blood and become a half-devil warrior.

Other eagle-winged warriors guarding the outside of the house, looking at the middle-aged scholars like the fish that bite the hook, were dragged into the house.

Although he has always been a loner, this middle-aged student has always been on an equal footing with his own doorkeeper, and he is famous in this Kanghe Jingli.

Now it has been towed away like a dead fish. How can you not let the hawksmen of this place be stunned?

I saw that the middle-aged scholar was dragged to the ground, ramming all the way, hit the wall of the house, and disappeared into the dust all the way.

The middle-aged scholar was dragged to the ground, feeling his body across the garden lawn, across the steps of the corridor, a head squatting on the threshold of the entrance hall of the house, breaking the threshold and being dragged straight into the hall.

Yan Zhaoge touched his chin, looked at the middle-aged scholar, and looked at the high-level, and slowly asked: "You two, in this case, help the country Kanghe Jing, what level of warrior?"

The middle-aged book is like a gray, and feels that even if the awakening blood is turned into a half demon, or even completely awakened as a monster, it is unable to fight against Yan Zhao.

He can only make the final struggle: "I and the high-ranking lord are all the princes of the Prince. You are strong, but you have to be in Kanghejing, but you are dying!"

Yan Zhao’s songs can’t help but laugh: “You come to count me, I’m going to squat, I’m not going to die?”

The middle-aged scholar quickly said: "We don't mean to kill you. We don't care about each other. We just took a fancy to your mountain. We want to take it and offer it to His Royal Highness. You can save the eagle and you want to seek it. An opportunity to meet with His Royal Highness and to offer the mountain is the best step to enter."

"You are strong, we will apologize later, and we will introduce you to His Royal Highness."

Yan Zhaoge looked at him and asked: "Can you both speak in front of the Prince?"

The middle-aged scholar thought that Yan Zhao’s heart was moving, and immediately said: “Before the Prince’s Hall, I and the High Gate are ranked the most heavily cherished.”

He paused a little later and said: "However, the strength of the car is the head of the country. If you want to come, you will also be treated as a guest. Of course, His Royal Highness is the pride of the sky that is expected to enter the wall of the blood cloud..."

Yan Zhao song waved his hand and interrupted his words: "No need to be so troublesome."

The middle-aged scholar was stunned. Yan Zhaoge sat back in the seat without hesitation. He suddenly smiled and smiled: "Since the Prince of Fu has attached great importance to you, I will deduct you from here. Should he take the initiative to ask this question? Waiting for him here is fine." (To be continued.)