"Wait!" Zhou Yang thought of the cumbersome Fu Zhuan, and suddenly opened his eyes to Xu Feng. His eyes were full of disbelief and looked at Xu Feng. "You can''t make Fuzhuan, can you? Did you make the seal script of thunder drawing skill


    Xu Feng smile, looking at the same turn to look at his Liu Qianru. He said with a smile, "if I tell you it is, do you believe it?"


    "Grass..." A group of people do not care about their own status and demeanor, can not help but curse, eyes full of shock color.


    Liu Qianru opened her mouth, and her elegant face finally turned pale: "don''t you accept that immortal master''s inheritance?"


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