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Chapter eight hundred and eighty seventh offend people again

Don't take advantage of it, bastard!

Ji Shanshan didn't care, so Lin Shier naturally didn't care. She laughed and hugged her directly into the "Polar Pavilion".

I have to say that Ji Shanshan, like Chu Feiyan, is a witch-level woman.

"stop!"

However, before Lin Shier enjoyed it for a while, an angry shout immediately sounded behind him.

"Damn it, it's a disaster!"

When Lin Shier heard this, he was so depressed that he shook his head.

He only offended a young master of the four ancient tribes in the prehistoric world, the "Blood Killing Clan", and he would not offend another big man because of Ji Shanshan, the slut!

Ji Shanshan immediately looked at Lin Shier proudly, as if saying, "You are in trouble."

"snort!"

Lin Shier didn't bother to pay attention to it, and continued to strode forward with Ji Shanshan in his arms.

"Damn it, let go of Shanshan!"

The person behind him was furious, and his figure flashed and came to Lin Shier, and he slapped it out with a palm.

"snort!"

Lin Shier snorted coldly and immediately blocked it with the "Eight Desolations and One Sword".

Because this person's cultivation level is not below Xue Jieyun, Lin Shier does not want to resist with his palm power and expose his true cultivation level.

Lin Shier wants to attribute his combat effectiveness to the "Eight Desolate Heavenly Sword".

"Good boy, it's really amazing!"

"I heard that you cut off Xuesuiyun's eighth-level treasure "Cangtian Blood Sword" with one sword, and also severely injured Xuesuiyun. I want to try it, are you really that powerful?"

The noble young master was quite shocked.

"What?"

Ji Shanshan was immediately frightened when she heard this.

Xue Jieyun is already a very powerful existence in the realm of the God Lord. She was actually severely injured by Lin Shier's sword?

"It's ridiculous, you can try it if you want to?"

Lin Shier smiled disdainfully.

What happened early in the morning was limited to the two prehistoric ancient tribes who knew that this person knew so quickly and so clearly?

It can be seen that his identity is extraordinary!

Maybe it’s the successor of the ancient tribe of the prehistoric tribe!

"Simple!"

"I heard that Lin Shier dares to sign a contract for money... As long as you can win this master, I will lose you ten ‘eighth-level divine veins’, how about it?"

The noble young master was very proud and smiled confidently.

"It seems that you are as stupid as Yusuke Yun!"

"I want this emperor to take action once, but you can play it?"

Lin Shier now has nothing to lack. He has all the magic weapons for offense and defense, but he still cares about money?

"You you?"

Upon hearing this, the noble young master was very angry: "One hundred eighth-level divine veins!"

"Scrap!"

"Who do you look down on?"

Lin Shier laughed in his heart, but he still disdained it.

"Three hundred!"

The noble young master was even more angry and insisted on Lin Shier taking action.

"Haha, the deal!"

When Lin Shier heard this, he immediately smiled happily.

Someone was sent to the door to seek abuse and gave him huge wealth. How could Lin Shier not help him?

Upon hearing this, the noble prince's face changed.

Only then did I realize that I was hit by Lin Shier's provocation method.

Ji Shanshan didn't expect that Lin Shier changed his face so quickly, and this hand led to the eldest son of the "Yuth Thunder Clan" one of the four ancient tribes in the prehistoric world, Yu Zhenyan, and was in a mess.

"I'm afraid you won't?"

"If you lose, I will never enter the 'Polar Pavilion' step if you crawl out from here?"

Yu Zhenyan's words have been spoken and cannot be taken back.

"Yu Zhenyan, what do you mean?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Shanshan was immediately furious: "I opened the door to do business, so how could I refuse customers? You are not qualified to prevent customers from entering my Polar Pavilion!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"I heard it, the beauty is so reluctant to let me go!"

Lin Shier was a little depressed. He was really the eldest son of the four ancient tribes in the prehistoric world and the Thunder Clan?

The four ancient tribes in the prehistoric world offended two?

"fart!"

Yu Zhenyan waved his hand coldly: "You are going to lose, and you won't meet Ji Shanshan from now on, would you dare?"

"Haha, yes!"

Lin Shier agreed immediately, he would not lose anyway.

"I don't agree!"

Ji Shanshan gave Lin Shier a depressed look and leaned against Lin Shier as if she was wronged: "Brother Twelve, you are going to lose, are you really willing to let Shan'er?"

"What a silly girl!"

"Brother, don't come to see you, you can come to see you!"

Lin Shier knew that she was deliberately pushing herself to the opposite of Yu Zhenyan, and she wished they both strangled to death.

Of course, her greater purpose is to control the true flame of qi.

Lin Shier didn't mind helping her to keep the true flames alive.
Chapter completed!
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