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Chapter six hundred and twentieth attention(2/2)

The golden curtain finally began to shake!

The fourth list, slowly condenses and forms!

"What?"

"This...is this the fourth list? What's the situation?"

The disciples were full of surprise and suspected that they had hallucinations.

"Sure enough!"

The head of the Holy Son in the three courtyards showed an unsurprising look, but his expression was a little solemn.

Because the fourth list appears.

This means that the one from Shouyangyuan really surpassed them!

As a genius, who is not a proud person?

They are not willing to be surpassed by their peers!

However, the next scene changed their faces!

"What!"

"Sword Academy Holy Son List?"

Qin Zhantian, Xiao Bailing, Liu Jiao, and a group of holy sons and personal creators all beat faster, their eyes widened, and looked at the fourth list in shock!

I saw the head, and there were four words!

Sword Academy, Holy List!

Absent-minded!

Then, he was full of doubt and incredible!

And just like their eyes, a line of fonts gradually condensed and formed!

The first holy son: Yang Fan!

The Confucian Academy is silent!

There was no sound, everyone stared at the name tightly, and my brain forgot to operate.

Even the many holy sons did not expect this would be the case!

"It's over..."

In the Sword Courtyard, Yang Fan looked at his name and looked lifelike under the entanglement of a spiritual dragon.

I really have the urge to curse myself!
Chapter completed!
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