Ginger tooth didn’t speak, and his face was natural. He didn’t even wrinkle his brow. He looked at the thirteen saints in front of him lightly.
"Ha ha man really good verve! It’s no wonder that your Chinese imperial soldiers will miss you like this. "
The elder smiled and said that he looked at Jiang’s teeth in the same way that the strong looked at the weak. How the weak struggled was also born to die.
Ginger teeth still looked at the elders didn’t speak.
The elder found that Jiang Ya looked at his eyes exactly the same as his own! The eyes seem to be mixed with this inexplicable pity.
He can’t help feeling angry. What an ungrateful thing!
At this time, Su Yu, dressed in a white jade dragon robe, flew out from the Xinghai roaming boat and never came to Jiang Ya’s side.
And follow him out is that five thousand quasi-saints who have been roaming in Xinghai.
"There are several quasi SAN can save? What a joke! " The elder sneered.
He thinks this is the stupidest native he has ever seen!
But soon his disdain faded away.
"whew ~!"
A hundred quasi-saints have come out!
"whew ~!"
Another hundred quasi-saints came out!
"whew ~!"
There are 500 quasi-saints!
"whew ~!"
A steady stream of quasi-saints came out!
Not a few quasi-saints came out of the spaceship, but a large group of quasi-saints of the Chinese Empire!
The elder’s face changed from disdain to caution, from caution to surprise and then to shock!
There are at least thousands of quasi-saints here!
How is that possible?
This is impossible!
It is impossible for a lower plane to breed so many quasi-saints and strong men.
His elders look as wonderful as the elders, full of shock, blanched and shocked, which made them speechless for a while.
In less than a minute, 5,000 quasi-saints surrounded thirteen elders who were pretentious in the regime.
Su Yu’s crowd was standing in opposition to the elder, and it was quite easy to say to the thirteen elders with a smile, "You are the master of the Guanlong family, right? Do you know that you are facing five thousand quasi-saints?"
Five thousand quasi-saints! This is a quasi-holy level sea tactics!
Chapter 669 A wave of fat war money
"What did you say that the Chinese Empire won?" The drunk almost spit out the wine in his mouth. He looked at the moment with questioning eyes and said, "The practitioner of the blue robe is proud of the spring breeze."
"You don’t want to put you here congenital LingBao to cheat! Although I know this is your only innate treasure, everything has rules to make bets, and if you lose, you have to admit it. "
The green robe practitioner didn’t feel unhappy because of the drunkard’s questioning. Instead, he enjoyed the incredible expression on the drunkard’s face.
"The Chinese Empire really won the battle with less and more than one million people, and 40 million people fought behind or chased after it." The blue robe shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently.
His expression seemed to say, I knew they would win.
Actually, this is not the intention of the green robe practitioner, so that the drunk who played himself can see that the green robe practitioner is looking forward to seeing the incredible expression on the drunk’s face.
No one knows that the practitioners of the blue robe were desperate when they learned that the Yanhuang Empire had sent millions of troops, and they were ecstatic when they learned that the Yanhuang Empire had won.
He urgently needs to share this joy and show it off.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! " The drunk never wanted to believe that he was emotional and said, "How can you win if you fight 40 million?" The difference is really four times! What about the thirteen saints of the butler? As far as I know, the Chinese Empire has no saints! "
"It’s a pity that those thirteen saints were finally surrounded by five thousand quasi-saints of the Chinese Empire."
The practitioner in Tsing Yi shook his head and sighed, so his heart was ecstatic at the thought of it, but he still had to pretend to be a light wind and a light cloud in order to make the drunk regret it.
The practitioner of blue robe shook his head, and his proud appearance made people hate to grind their teeth.
"Five thousand quasi SAN? You fart! Are you kidding me? " The drunken man got up angrily and began to shout at the practitioners in Tsing Yi. "How can a lower plane have five thousand quasi-saints! You must be Chinese cabbage! "
"If you don’t believe it or not, go and inquire about it yourself!" Tsing Yi’s immortal said with a smile, "You don’t believe me. Ask around. Okay, I’ll go first. Don’t be reluctant to call the baby out then."
Then he turned and whistled away from the drunk, and the reaction made him feel happy.
Teasing me?
You’re going to regret it.
The green robe practitioner has a brisk pace and put a big stone in his heart.
The drunkard looked at the distant figure of Tsing Yi practitioners and still didn’t want to believe that the official army would be defeated.
Can a force with a hundred planes defeat a small force with a lower plane?
Five thousand quasi-saints appear in a lower plane?
Only ghosts will believe it!
Although the drunk thinks so in his heart, he is still going to the city to inquire.