zhuyou looks a little frightened, sighs that he owes his body, and has elegant demeanor: "this elder sister has extraordinary grace and brilliant eyes. Yes, the little girl is the soul of this bridge."

hearing Zhu you's own admission, all the dignitaries began to be eager to try and rub their hands. Their fierce eyes kept sweeping across the square. The battle just subsided seemed to start again soon.

but all the people are not stupid. Just now, the battle was really frustrating, because some unknown Sanskrit ancient methods killed hundreds of experts in the realm, and all the clans paid a heavy price. If they did it again, wouldn't...