Chapter 3271
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Zhen Xiaoxiao had already sensed that the aura of wind and snow on the Ink Frost Token was clearly a hundred times stronger than yesterday, and it carried the aura of Small Gruel.
Before he entered the Inner Devil Ten Mirrors, Little Congee had pointed a finger at the space between his brows out of worry, deepening the Dream Technique's fetters between him and Little Congee. Obviously … even in such a high-level Heart Piercing Illusory Realm, he still … forced his way through!
The day before, Zhen Xiaoxiao still had doubts about the identity of the Ink Frost Token. Now, she could already be sure that Small Gruel's consciousness had completely invaded and stabilized this "too short" childhood friend's body.
Compared to other unknown things, Zhen Xiaoxiao was naturally more willing to stay with Small Gruel's role in this world.
No matter what she would encounter next, she would feel more at ease.
Having made her choice, Zhen Xiaoxiao put away her saber and reached out to grab the Ink Frost Token in the wind.
But at this moment …
A formless and terrifying pressure suddenly descended from the sky, and with a bang, it crushed the four Lieutenant Tokens and General Tokens flying in front of Zhen Xiaoxiao into powder!
This unforeseen event stunned the 300,000 people present, and they couldn't believe it!
What on earth happened?
Who was so barbaric and bold? Weren't they afraid of the generals' thunderous rage?
"A bunch of blind fools, who dares to snatch my disciple from me?"
Just as the curses were about to ring out, the General, who had been silent on the spectator stand, suddenly let out a low roar!
The terrifying pressure that had almost knocked everyone to the ground the day before once again swept through the entire arena like water. The black-robed General strode out, dragging a thick and heavy cloak behind him as he stood tall in the sky.
His entire body was shrouded in black mist, but his fiery red hair dragged on the ground. Through the thick mist, an incomparably sharp and dignified gaze shone from him, shocking General Liu Ji, who had just jumped up and was about to curse, back into his chair with a bang, and then smashed through the chair and fell to the ground.
"Dragon dragon dragon dragon … Mister Long!"
A piercing scream came from a corner of the spectator stand … Lai Fu, the servant of the Tiger Manor, fainted amidst the scream.
Mr. Long!
Zhen Xiaoxiao's chest shrank and his scalp tingled.
There was nothing wrong with Lai Fu's scream!
Although the aura of the man in front of her was thousands of times stronger than that lunatic in her residence, and he even had a head full of long red hair, whether it was his voice, figure, or aura … it was the real Mr. Long!
Army … Lord!
"Xiao Xiao, come with me!"
The general stretched out his broad right hand. When he lifted his sleeve, a saber appeared at his waist.
As if attracted by an irresistible magic, Zhen Xiaoxiao swallowed hard. He no longer looked in Mo Shuang's direction and flew to the general's side.
"General's disciple! Heavens! "General Liu Ji clutched his throat.
"I can't breathe!" Leiyin Commandant also rolled on the floor.
"Tell me what I'm seeing isn't real!" screamed the audience.
"Even if General Hao Hu was still alive, he would cry when he saw this, right?"
"That bloodline is going to rise again! General's disciple … Even most generals can't do that, right? "They couldn't even be jealous. Among the sighs of the crowd, there was only envy.
"What stupid thing did I do?" Sheng Wu, who was kneeling on the arena, looked extremely pathetic. She had never regretted her impulsive decision so much.
"Xiao Xiao! Xiao Xiao! Xiao Xiao! "
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