"Ah …"

Yang Wen’s face showed disbelief. She didn’t even reach the state of then. She broke through to the state of Yuan Ying. This happiness came so suddenly that she couldn’t accept it at the moment.
"Don’t be surprised that this is a conservative estimate. Otherwise, how could Liu Zong devour the energy of the furnace tripod?" Muhai said.
"En"
Yang Wen nodded back excited color meditation to wait for the furnace tripod to burst.
"Wen son, you should be ready. I’m going to kill Liu Kun," Muhai said.
"Well" Yang Wen face than dignified color.
Muhai nodded to the body LiuKun is a punch boom.
"Cut …"
Liukun head split like a watermelon.
A small black hole appeared above his head and swallowed his soul in an instant.
At this moment, Liu Kun died completely.
At this moment, Muhai can finally feel at ease and no longer worry about Yang Wen.
It is also this moment that Yang Wendan’s cauldron in Tanaka is rapidly broken, and the monstrous force keeps pounding her abdomen.
"Ah …"
Yang Wen frowned and his face showed pain.
Yang Wen sensed that his abdomen was in exhausted pain and seemed to be torn apart.
At this moment, a force surged in her abdomen, making her original surging force gradually rest in peace.
Into a gentle force constantly hitting her dantian barrier.
The realm of Yang Wen is rising rapidly …
Zhangwan
Chapter 47 Dragon Old Return
Yang Wen’s strength rose rapidly, and soon it reached a complete spiritual realm.
Body fluid quickly condenses on the ground to form a white elixir.
Then, then, the strength of Yang Wen increased rapidly, and it also reached perfection from the early stage.
But it still didn’t stop. The energy in the furnace tripod came in like a storm.
Jin Danyi changed into Yuan Ying, who looks like a child and Yang Wen.
With the weakening of the power in the cauldron, Yang Wen finally stopped in a small realm stronger than Muhai realm in the late Yuan Ying period.
Muhai’s strength is only in the middle of the magic baby now, but the strength is hehe
"Xiaohai, thank you"
Yang Wen’s eyes were touched by poverty, and his eyes looked at Muhai with emotion and stupidity.
"Wen son" MuHai eyed beauty is not a burst of dementia.
Two people are like magnets with different poles, attracting each other and approaching each other. Just when their mouths are about to meet, they drink a lot every day.
"Little piss me off, piss me off."
People arrive before they arrive.
All people gawk at the sky together, and the look is not a daze.
I saw an old man with a white crane and beard come quickly and finally landed in front of Muhai.

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