Mortal Xiuxian Biography _ Forgotten Language _ txt Novel Paradise

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Then Han Li ignored the little beast, put his hands on his knees, and began to close his eyes and meditate. For the rest of the time, Han Li did not leave the Chamber of Secrets, and the three days passed naturally in the blink of an eye. In the early morning of the fourth day, a firelight ignored the ban outside the door, flew directly into the living room, and then rushed to the secret room to shoot away. But as soon as the light of the fire hit the door of the Chamber of Secrets, a faint layer of white clouds suddenly rippled on the door, trapping the light of the fire outside. The light of the fire hovered outside the door, and he tried again, but before he could rush into it, there was a buzzing sound. Suddenly there was a flash of blue light at the door of the Chamber of Secrets, and a strange figure flashed out of the door. As soon as he raised his hand, he caught the light of the fire in his hand. It was Han Li who had been in seclusion for three days. At the moment, his expression was light, and on his shoulder lay a small beast like a civet cat, unhurriedly immersing his divine consciousness into the fireball in his hands. It is the transmission note sent by Heque Pavilion to fight for the spiritual land. Guang Wu Dian Han Li murmured, rubbed his hands, and the fireball disappeared. Then he strode to the gate. Two hours later, somewhere in the open square of a huge hall, Han Li's clothes were suspended in a huge white light curtain. Outside the light curtain, there was a scarfaced man in golden armor, standing there with his arms folded,plastic pallet manufacturer, looking very cold. Time a little bit of the past, Han Li so motionless waiting for a meal time, even the golden big fellow face also showed a trace of impatience, and from time to time toward the seven hot sun in the sky, seems to be calculating the time. Suddenly there was a flash of inspiration on the horizon, and a blue escape light shot in. In a twinkling of an eye, it came to the vicinity of the light curtain, and a monk appeared in the light. Senior,plastic trash bins, forgive me! The younger generation came a little late because of the sacrifice. The younger generation didn't miss the fighting time. He saluted the Golden Friar and said with a smile on his face. This man is the man surnamed Weng. Hum! If you come a little later, you will be disqualified. You're lucky to get here at the last minute. Go in at once. Scar-faced Golden Friar swept away the man with hanging eyebrows and said impatiently. Then he pinched his hands and aimed at the white light curtain with a golden stroke. Suddenly, the light curtain was brilliant. In a violent tremor, a wide passage opened in front of the man surnamed Weng. Thank you, senior. The man, surnamed Weng, was overjoyed, and as soon as his figure flashed, it turned into a brilliant blue light and rushed into the light curtain. When he was opposite Han Li, after reappearing his figure, he glanced at Han Li, and his face twisted into a grim smile. Very good! You're really here. It seems that you really have some guts. How dare you fight me with your early state. Said the man with hanging eyebrows sullenly. Han Li heard this, the corners of his mouth slightly warped, just a lazy smile, it seems that even the words are lazy and the other side said in general. Hanging eyebrow man sees this, in the heart suddenly flies into a rage, originally already suppressed a few points to kill, plastic pallet box ,plastic pallet supplier, suddenly rose again one point. Listen carefully, there is no limit to the spiritual struggle, as long as it is outside the scope of prohibition, any means can be used. And unless one side takes the initiative to admit defeat, I will not stop it. If you think your strength is not good, you should admit defeat as soon as possible. Although there are not many things that fall and die because of the spiritual struggle, it is common to be knocked down to a realm because of serious injuries. If there is no objection, the following will begin. Scarface said the routine words with an expressionless face. Han Li and the man surnamed Weng looked at each other from a distance without saying a word. The Golden Friar nodded and spat out the word "start". In a flash, Han Li and the man with hanging eyebrows shot at the same time. In the face of an opponent who was treated with unusual politeness even by the monks in the later period of deification, Han Li naturally would not despise him. With a shake of his sleeve, seventy-two inch-sized swords gushed out, turning into golden lotus blossoms in the flash of golden light and circling around his body. At the same time, he opened his mouth again, and a small tripod was sprayed out, and then in a burst of inspiration, it turned into a huge tripod of Zhang Xu Gao, and the soldiers made a buzzing sound. What a virtual tripod! But the man with hanging eyebrows on the opposite side pinched his hand and a little blue light came out of his body. These blue points of light, only the size of a grain of rice, but the surge is more than, in a twinkling of an eye dense, almost all of their own submerged in it.
Then the man grabbed the void with his other hand, a group of dazzling silver awn flashed, and a silver wheel appeared in his hand, the size of a palm, but it was very simple, and the surface of the silver wheel was imprinted with layers of spells, which was no small matter at first sight. As soon as he threw the silver wheel into the air, it immediately turned into a silver light group that kept turning in the air, and with the sound of spells, it began to rise wildly. Moments later, the silver wheel turned into a giant of three or four feet, as if a group of silver sun was suspended over the head of the man with hanging eyebrows. The man finished, looked at the opposite, his face can not help but slightly stunned, the seventy-two golden flying sword is still, but the sight of the buzzing giant tripod, the heart can not help a Rin! (Second watch!) Chapter 1319 thousand soul bells. Although there is no judgment of rank and magical power by the shape of treasures, generally speaking, several special forms of treasures, such as "tripod", "lamp" and "mirror", have some special magical power, which makes people impossible to guard against. (Hand-typed Chinese website 724 hours of uninterrupted updates of pure txt hand-typed novel m) Especially after the tripod was urged to send up, the spiritual pressure emitted was far more than ordinary treasures, so that the man with hanging eyebrows was immediately alert in his heart, faintly feeling that the battle would not be too easy. With this in mind, the man with hanging eyebrows did not hesitate to launch an attack first. As soon as his two hands were pinched, the blue spots of light around his body converged and turned into grains of blue sand that soared into the sky. Then these grains of sand were slightly blurred, and one turned into ten, and ten turned into a hundred. In a twinkling of an eye, thick sand clouds covered the small half of the sky in the light curtain. At the same time, the huge silver disappeared in the sand cloud. With a loud shout,plastic bulk containers, the sand clouds flashed dark blue and pressed down on Han Li's side, and between the friction and rolling of the sand grains, there was a faint sound of thunder.

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