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"What do you want?"

Zhuo Yihang recognized the defeat, and there was no idea to resist in his heart, just wanted to spend Yuanjing to change back his life.

"Don't you want to know who I am?"

Qin Sheng suddenly asked curiously, and then in Zhuo Yihang's astonished eyes, he lifted the metal mask to show his true face.

Zhuo Yihang looks at the real face under the metal mask, which is a little familiar, but the memory is not very deep, as if he had seen it somewhere.

However, he is a master at the later stage of tongtianjing. He can only go through the first storm and thunder. He has a very strong memory and remembers it in a flash.

"What, it's you!"

Zhuo Yihang's ferocious and red face showed a touch of shock. At present, he is proficient in the array, and can arrange a four level array to ambush them, and he also understands the meaning of the sword. Is it Qin Sheng?

In Zhuo Yihang's eyes, Qin Sheng has never been regarded as a small scum of junior college. Although Qin Sheng's talent is very good, he can press Jin Yingquan and others on the ground across a large realm, when this level is incomparable with him.

Coupled with the identity and background of Zhuo Yihang, in his eyes, even if Qin Sheng struggled for a lifetime, he could not reach the height when he was born.

This is the gap between the two.

Even when the magic dragon wasteland recovers and the court tries to come, he doesn't want to waste a minute of time for Qin Sheng's little reptile, who can die at will.

Zhuo Yihang never dreamed that the little reptile he had never put in his eyes was this mysterious man. He killed the twelve dead men who had gone through the first heavy storm and thunder robbery, and he had a killing sword that even he would be jealous of.

Zhuo Yihang holds his injured thigh hard, and the sharp pain reminds him that this is not a dream or an illusion, which is a real fact.

Standing in front of him, holding a bloody Rune brick in his hand, was Qin Sheng, who he thought could be kneaded to death with his fingers.

Qin Sheng grins, his face is all cheap, and says, "no surprise, no surprise?"

Poof!

Zhuo Yihang's chest heaved up and down, and then with a puff, he breathed blood alive and turned pale.

"Your name is Qin Sheng, isn't it? "Zhuo Yihang dried the blood on the corners of his mouth, looked up at Qin Sheng, and there was a cold pride and confidence in his brow again. He threatened:" I advise you to let me go, I can let go. "

zhuojiahang's language is plain, but the tone of voice does not hide the threat.

"You should know that I come from Wangdu. My father is a prince. He has gone through the four thunderstorms. If you are wise, you should let me go, kneel on the ground, kowtow ninety-nine times, and then be my follower for ten years."

"I promise to give you at least one title in Beichen in ten years."

"You should know that although Beichen is only a relatively small subsidiary country, it's very difficult to get a title. If you are a loose cultivator of poor origin and don't follow me, you won't get a title in your life."

"Twelve is strong enough. After a heavy storm and thunder, I can only be a dead man. It's my grace that you can be a follower."

Zhuo Yihang said a lot in one breath, with pride of his identity in his words, flying like a dragon and dancing like a Phoenix.

"Why don't you talk?"

Zhuo Yihang frowned, a little unhappy on his face.

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