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3621 Besides him, who can be so resistant to beatings?

Although their sword that gathers their minds and concentrates is not always good at both offense and defense, they have succeeded a lot in three days. Tang Junhou can't remember how many times he has been so fierce.

He fell on the wall, and even the courtyard wall with formation defense showed cracks. It is conceivable how miserable the fate of the Young Master Tang Sect should be.

To be honest, if it weren't for the warmth from the gushing blood from his nose, he wouldn't have felt the existence of his nose.

"There is no way, you are the weakest, they are too strong. If they do it, if we fail, there will be no danger." Gu Fenghua looked at Ye Yunji and others and said with confidence.

If Ye Yunji, Weng Yuanming and others attack, if they fail, even Ye Wuse will not be able to resist it, let alone Luo Enen and Bai Fatty, she can only choose Tang Junhou.

"Isn't there Elder Fang? If it really doesn't work, you can find someone from Tianyun Sword Sect. Please spare me, okay? Look how miserable I am. Is there anyone in the world who is even worse than me?"

Tang Junhou pointed at his nostrils, which were still storming with blood, and tears were about to fall. His miserable and tragic appearance was not as good as the arrogance of the past.

"Their strength is not too strong, but they don't have as good talent as you, and they haven't learned the Night Langlong mind technique. How can they have such good physique as you?" Gu Fenghua said complimentingly.

I have to say that Tang Junhou looks very miserable now, wearing a holy robe and ragged clothes, and he has no idea where he has flew to the red belt and cuckold. His nose, his face and his forehead are swollen, and his eyes are covered with blood.

Gu Fenghua couldn't bear it anymore.

But there is no way, who can resist the beating except him? Not to mention the disciples of the Tianyun Sword Sect, even Fang Yunsong, who has reached the first level of Emperor Saint, cannot hold on three times in the face of her powerful countershock against her defensive shield.

Only Tang Junhou could last for three days, and except for looking a little embarrassed and miserable, he did not suffer much harm. Where can I find such a young hero who cannot be beaten to death?

"No matter how good the physique is, it cannot withstand the destruction of you. Please let me go, okay? If this continues, I am afraid that my life will not be saved." If it goes on in the past, I heard Gu Fenghua's compliment, Tang

The handsome man was mostly flattered and trembled as if he was 20,000 or 80,000 yuan, but at this time he was not proud at all. He felt a sense of sadness in his heart. He was whispering nosebleeds and begging with a crying voice.

Looking at his pitiful and miserable appearance, even Luo Enen and others felt a little reluctant.

"Three!" Gu Fenghua suddenly said.

"What three?" Tang Junhou said inexplicably.

"Tianxiang Frost Fruit, three!" Gu Fenghua said.

A medicinal fruit that was covered with a layer of night dew and frost appeared in her hands. A faint fragrance spreads out and goes straight into her lungs. Just smell it, it seems that you can feel the crispy, sweet silk

A refreshing taste.

"Gudong." Tang Junhou couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Although he was rushing around all over the mountains and fields, he had never eaten such a medicinal fruit before.

"Although Tianxiang Liufrost Fruit is only a heavenly medicinal herb, its taste is unparalleled in the world, and it is even praised as a fairy fruit on earth. Because of this, Tianxiang Liufrost Fruit is rarer than many imperial medicinal herbs, and it can be said to be of no value.

It’s hard to find a fortune in the city, I think you must have never eaten it before." Gu Fenghua continued.


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