Luo Yu stood still in mid-air, not smiling, his face still sullen.
Hai Mofeng walked slowly down in the air, glanced at Luo Yu and did not answer, but walked to Jiaxuan Mo Yan's side.
After looking at the embarrassed Jiaxuan Mo Yan indifferently, he said slowly: "Brother Mo Yan has come all the way to look at Tianya at this time. There must be something happening, and I followed him to see the excitement."
After saying that, he looked at Jiaxuan Mo Yan, raised his eyebrows lightly and said: "Brother Mo Yan, how is this fun? Give me some advice so that I can get involved."
As soon as Hai Mofeng said these words, Luo Yu understood instantly.
Hai Mofeng didn't know yet, but because Jiaxuan Moyan came so unexpectedly, he must have guessed something because he brought so many people here.
Jiaxuan Moyan was not stupid, and he understood it in an instant.
Then he turned his head and glanced at Luo Yu, frowned slightly, but did not speak for the first time.
"Brother Mo Yan?" Seeing this, Hai Mofeng spoke again, his tone full of questioning and oppression.
Jiaxuan Moyan's heart was spinning rapidly.
If he had said why, then Hai Mofeng would come in such a large number today, and those who were closing in on him and Lou Xing would look to the horizon, Jun Luoyu, and be in danger.
At the same moment, Luo Yu turned his back to Hai Mo Feng and quickly made a few gestures towards Feng Wu Xin.
It seems that things today cannot be better.
Since it can no longer be good, there is no need for any reservations.
Today she hopes that Tianya will go all out, and she will definitely fight against Poseidon Sect and Lou Xing, come or go.
For a moment, everyone was silent and only looked at the three leaders.
There was a moment of silence all over the world.
The air seemed to solidify in an instant, and it was so oppressive that it was almost suffocating.
The people of Lou Xing and Haishen Sect and the people of Wangtianya are just like the Chu-He-Han realm, with clear distinctions.
And with this clear distinction between Jing and Wei, all he needs to do is open his mouth, and he will fight to the death today.
Momentum, overwhelming oppression.
And amid this oppression, the ink-colored fighting spirit on Yun Shitian, who was sitting on the top of the mountain, became more and more intense, like a black ink dragon flying around him.
It was whirling and whirling, vaguely, with the potential to reach the sky.
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A friend said that there are too many hidden lines, and all the hidden lines are preparations for the ending. Now I am starting to work on the finishing project.