Wan Wan saw a surprised look around him when Fu Junchuo escaped.
Although the sacred door is very powerful, the title of Cailin Fu, the master of Yi Jian, is really not mixed with a little water. From Fu Junchuo’s body, it is not difficult to see how terrible the strength of Cailin Fu, the master of Yi Jian, is.
"Do you want me to go after her?"
Wan Tian asked for advice from Tian Tian.
"She will drift downstream to Yangzhou, and you will go to Yangzhou City to catch her."
The sky said to wan wan
Ssangyong must be a foster mother to sacrifice to heaven. Is it possible for Fu Junchuo to live alive?
Chapter 11 How dare you choose the emperor by natural selection?
As the saying goes, parents worship the magic edge of heaven.
Ssangyong is a parent, but Fu Junchuo will recognize Ssangyong as a godson after drifting to Yangzhou this time.
Fu Junchuo learned the "Immortality Tactics" and "Nine Mysteries Dafa" in Ssangyong. Later, Fu Junchuo’s death caused great stimulation to Ssangyong and gave them the motivation to work hard.
It is already predictable that Fu Junchuo Yard.
Wan Wan gave up chasing Fu Junchuo after hearing Tian Hua.
She stepped towards the group of dancers.
Just now, Fu Junchuo was knocked down by Wan Wan and flew out. She should have fallen to the ground.
However, when Fu Junchuo flew out, he just reached out and pressed a dancer’s shoulder to stabilize his body and escape from life.
Wan Wan is stepping towards people at the moment. It was just that Fu Junchuo came to lend her strength to dance.
"Why didn’t you stop that female assassin just now?"
Wan Wan walked up to the famous dancer and stopped to show her majesty.
"The assassin’s fierce little girl’s real ability" said the famous dancer with a look of fear.
"Stop pretending."
Wan Wan looked at the famous dancer coldly, grabbed her right hand and turned her palm over.
When the palm of your hand was as white as jade, five fingers separated from each other and had a strong character.
This hand looks good, but when you really touch it, you will find that her hands are too hard.
"These hands are not like a dancer, but like a swordsman who has been practicing swords for many years."
Wan wan looked at the dancer’s right hand and palm and said in a very positive tone
The dancer took her hand away from Wan Wan and looked at Wan Wan calmly and asked, "You didn’t see my hand just now. Why would you find something wrong with me?"
"It’s true," Wan Wan added, "But you were too calm when that Korean female assassin pushed your shoulder."
"How can an ordinary dancer be so calm in the face of an assassin?"