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Chapter 1637, three gold(2/2)

At this time, he suddenly felt itchy on the right side of his cheek. He couldn't help but scratch it with his hand. He subconsciously glanced to the right side and was stunned for a moment.

There is another acquaintance.

Wandering boy.

Gold and Stone One.

The guy was smiling at me.

Ye Chong couldn't help but grin.

The other party is also a martial artist he met at the martial arts competition, and he is very powerful, especially in martial arts and body skills, which is better than him and the little girl with dreadlocks.

Unexpectedly, this guy also appeared in the team heading to the death place. This was really an unexpected surprise.

To be honest, he still prefers to deal with this homeless guy than with the little yellow-haired King Leopard Gun.

There is something about the other person that attracts him.

In addition to his martial arts skills, he also has an attitude of not being surprised by changes.

"I go.

This guy was actually promoted to the intermediate level of intermediate martial arts warrior just like Xiao Huangmao.

The speed is really not slow.”

Ye Chong smiled bitterly and shook his head.

It seems that he thought that he had made rapid progress recently, but he was really looking at the sky from the bottom of a well.

At this time, Ye Chong was touched on his left shoulder.

He turned around and saw that they were all unfamiliar faces, but he didn't know who it was.

But just in time, someone on the right suddenly coughed.

Ye Chong took a look...

Startled.

A man carrying a golden wine bottle was smiling at him.

Lu Xiaofeng.

The Dionysian Road laughs at the wind.

The leader of the Imperial Martial Arts Academy.

Ye Chong was inexplicably excited. Just as he was about to speak, the Dionysian Lu Xiaofeng stretched out his hand and made a silencing gesture.

Ye Chong immediately realized that he should not be allowed to talk during the march.

However, when he discovered that Dionysian Lu Xiaofeng's cultivation level was also at the intermediate level of an intermediate martial arts warrior, he couldn't help but feel a growl in his throat.

what happened?

Three old acquaintances are all intermediate martial arts warriors?

Such a coincidence?

Or is this the standard for selecting people this time?

However, before Ye Chong could figure out what was going on, Dionysian Lu Xiaofeng smacked his lips in the distance.
Chapter completed!
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