Chapter 415

Undead city! Lord's house!

"Ziwen, what did you do just now? Pointing your finger in front of me? Let me lose face in front of Yuxi? " Yang Zhi Jiu Yi drinks and scolds Ziwen with shame and indignation.

North ink hall purple warm nest a belly fire back. Ready to digest the humiliation.

Unexpectedly, Yang Zhijiu has been chasing here, aggressive, constantly accusing and scolding.

There are a lot of acquaintances in the main hall of the city Lord's house. In front of so many people, don't you give me any mercy?

"Ninth young master, don't deceive people too much!" Ziwen bit his teeth and said with shame and indignation.

Ziwen, a master of virtual state, was beaten in public by a Qi state. He was depressed and became angry.

"Too much bullying? Hum, do you dare to move me? I'll tell my father when I go back. Do you believe it or not Yang to jiuleng channel.

Ziwen clenched his fist, facing Yang Zhijiu, he was really powerless. Who let Maori Daojun dote on him?

"Enough!" A voice sounded in the hall.

Gu Yue's son looked at Yang Zhijiu with an ugly face and said, "Lao Jiu, Ziwen is my servant. You can't count on him."

Yang Zhijiu turns his head and looks at the Holy Son of the ancient moon in the north of the hall.

"Hum, Yang Guyue, don't pretend to be big in front of me. Is it a great son? I'm not afraid of you. Besides, there are a lot of real people in the hall. Listen to me Yang to nine horizontal in the hall of all one eye.

In the hall, all the practitioners were ugly.

"If anyone dares to make trouble in Beimo hall again, don't blame me for being rude!" Yang to jiuleng channel.

In the hall, the eyes of all practitioners were cold.

"You're welcome? Why are you so rude? " The Holy Son of the ancient Moon said coldly.

Yang Zhijiu sneered: "I will ask my father to change your real estate. Then, some people will take care of you! Hum

Yang Zhi Jiu Yi said that the faces of a group of practitioners were extremely ugly again, but no one dared to talk more.

"I'll get rid of it, too." The Holy Son of the ancient moon is cold.

"I can't move you, but I can move the people around you and let all your followers go to hell. Do you believe it?" Yang Zhijiu plays the rogue way.

"You Gu Yue's eyes glared, and his anger flashed out.

"You want to hit me? You fight! Dad said, you are not allowed to bully me. If you want to hit me, I will tell him and let him deal with you! " Yang to nine hate hate road.

There is no good way for him to build up the hall of nine?

The atmosphere in the hall was stiff.

"No way!" Outside the hall, a monk rushed into the hall.

"What's the matter?" The Holy Son of the ancient Moon said coldly.

"Son, Mr. Wenruo is going to lose!" The monk looked ugly.

"What?" Gu Yue's face changed.

No longer pay attention to yang to nine, step out of the hall.

Standing at the entrance of the hall, I looked up at the cloud platform not far away.

Wither!

The flowers on the empty shadow chessboard, one after another withered, the vitality annihilated, the dead air surrounded. Mr. Wen ruo's chess game is losing.

Above the cloud platform.

Mr. Wen ruo's eyes are very dignified. Grasp a white seed, how can not fall!

"Draw chess!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.

"Draw?" Mr. Wenruo raised his head abruptly.

"At the moment, on the chessboard, the black and white pieces are equal, so stop here and count it as a draw!" Yan Chuan smiles.

At last, Mr. Wen Ruo said solemnly: "I still have something to do in Dazhao holy land, so this bureau can't be defeated. Really, thank you very much."

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