Qin Tai once again bowed down and said with great sincerity: "The elder generation has a responsibility, so you may as well regard it as the villain’s heart of the younger generation, so don’t mind it."

The sedan chair was carried to this point, but the lion king couldn’t help it. There was a lot of talk around, including which foreign monks looked at the two kings differently.
Qin Tai’s move is called self-modesty, but at worst, it is actually a slap in the face. It’s not someone else’s face, it’s the double king, including the bat king
This kind of performance is too inconsistent with the rumors of Qin Tai before. Anyone who has a little insight can see that this Qin Tai is no longer Qin Tai, and its self-sustaining is extremely high, so it doesn’t care about the attitude of the two kings representing the empire. Of course, it can also be understood that Qin Tai knew that the lion king was partial to Tang Qing, so he had to cross the rubicon.
Either way, it’s a face!
At this point, the final battle in the northwest region is full of twists and turns. For the surrounding group practitioners, they understand Qin Tai’s abnormality, but they don’t understand the real taste contained in it. However, one thing is certain, no matter how much they like Tang Qing, they don’t want to see the lion king intervene in this fight.
Although the sound shielding of the stadium makes the audience feel uncomfortable, it can also play a role in preventing interference. Unconsciously, everyone’s mood began to turn to Qin Tai. After all, what people want is just a fair World War I, without any excesses.
With thousands of eyes, the lion king looked at Qin Tai deeply, and his concentration seemed to imprint this monk who was like a worm on his mind. However, his look is always dull and indifferent, without any change.
The stadium was as quiet as a dead place. Everyone held their breath and waited anxiously and patiently for the reply from the Lion King. As we all know, every time the time passes, the lion king will bear one more point. If this situation is allowed to develop, rumors will rise, which will affect the reputation of the empire. Even if he is the four great kings, he can’t afford it.
Just then, the voice of the king of bats suddenly sounded, like a breeze blowing, but with the meaning that no one can refute it, it sank and died.
"The elite will fight for the monks, and it is reasonable not to allow foreign objects to interfere. Even if things are beyond the sky, they should follow the restrictions of the monk’s Taoism. "
An inexplicable word seems to be incomprehensible to onlookers; Qin Tai’s figure is more respectful, and the dark spots between his ears are more and more rich. The bat king looks like a knife, and looks at Qin Tai, but his words are directed at Tang Qing.
"Tang Qing, your identity is a little special. This seat is privileged. It is up to you to fight or not to fight."
When this statement came out, the audience was stunned!
Be outspoken, absolutely outspoken! The bat king didn’t care about his identity, even the opinion of the lion king, and wanted to forcibly stop this fight?
As you can imagine, if things really end like this, the reputation of the Bat King will surely plummet, and the future development trend is impossible to estimate.
The devil Sect of the Western Regions, the felt hat old man’s lips squirmed, and the girl with the whip and grass skirt sent a few words. The girl nodded and looked more curious.
On the back of the flying dragon, the archbishop in red has deep eyes and is thoughtful. The virgin of light is still cold, her eyes are hidden with disdain, and the knight in shining armor is even more contemptuous and more proud.
Xuangui, the orc prince’s lion eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, which seems to communicate with the big fellow around him.
Ten thousand monks, comment in succession.
The lion king was unmoved, and the bat king was unmoved. They just looked at Tang Qing and waited for his reply.
Under the gaze of thousands of people, Tang Qing put away all her immorality, respectfully saluted the Bat King and said, "Thank you, senior!"
Without saying anything more to the bat king, Tang Qing stood up straight and smiled at the lion king’s implied fluctuating eyes.
"Elder Lion King, the younger generation has a request, please grant it."
"speak!"
The lion king immediately interface, attracted a can no longer suppress the noise. The eyes of the crowd became more and more contemptuous, and some people could not contain themselves and made a mocking sneer.
An overbearing wild eye suddenly shot up, sweeping through the noisy crowd. When passing by, they only felt the cold wind blowing on their faces. If there was a sharp sword in their hearts, the cold air would make their hair rise at first.
The crowd suddenly quieted down. Behind the dragon, the body of the shining knight suddenly tightened, and his head suddenly leaned back and suddenly leaned forward, almost hitting the virgin’s sweet shoulder. His look changed instantly, and he no longer disdained before, but was deeply shocked and horrified.
That look just passed by him, but it gave him a feeling that was somewhat sharper than the flying dragon under his seat. The murder contained in it is so strong that he can’t bear it positively.
Similarly, the feeling of the Saint of Light is almost exactly the same as that of the knight. Although she tried to keep her figure still, her mind suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if she were a straightforward and strong man, punching her head-on.
Since childhood, she has been selected from hundreds of millions of girls and worshipped by countless believers. The Saint of Light is called the person that the gods are most willing to get close to, and she has never been treated like this.
In her feelings, it seems that a barbarian who was born in barbarians grasped her with a reckless and wild attitude, tore off her robe and profaned her clothes, and there was no pity for her. Focus, all are the most embarrassing parts of the woman, which makes her mind shocked, and at the same time, she is more annoyed and killed.
Cold as an eternal glacier, it is difficult to keep calm, and the saint’s face is flushed, and there is an uncontrollable rage brewing. At the center of his eyebrows, a white light appeared faintly, sacred, pure and blazing.
At this time, Tang Qing withdrew his eyes and said with the most presumptuous and rude gesture: "The request of the younger generation is the same as that of Qin Tai. Please grant the old man."
The audience was silent again, and the next moment, the monstrous cheers sounded and the sound shocked the whole world …
In the light curtain, Tang Qing and Qin Tai are far away from each other.