Mixed Miners

Oda Snow is too lazy to talk to him, faintly said: "If you don't shoot, I will shoot, pay attention..."

The words of 'Attention' have not yet fallen. All the onlookers only feel a flower in front of them. The Oda Snow, who stood in the field, has lost its sight, and a faint light and shadow in the middle of the empty square has flashed.

"啪~"

A slight voice sounded, and then Liu saw that Liu was arched by a violent wild boar, and the body vacated, like a sack was thrown out, screamed in the air, and then slammed into a dozen meters away. .

"砰~"

With Liu Cheng landing, a large number of bluestone bricks were blown out of the raft, and Liu Chengru smashed the same piece of wood with his face in the pit, and his limbs kept pumping.

Hey~~

The onlookers were almost all scared. After a commotion, they turned their eyes from Liu to Oda Snow, one by one, sucking the cool air and licking the chest, and the mouth of the mouth could be stuffed with an oversized duck egg. .

Oda Snow is light and faint, and the clap is slowly returning to Yang Ling to stand next to him, a pair of well-behaved little girls look like.

"The teacher is doing a good job!" Yang Ling could not help but praise.

Oda Snow suddenly bends his eyes and smiles like a happy look.

Seems to be able to get this man’s praise, her greatest happiness and satisfaction.

But other people couldn't smile, and they looked at the little girl who smiled like a splendid flower. The eggs were cold and the legs were turning.

Even standing next to a word, not ready to see a party, although it is one-sided, but should be considered a fierce battle, Gong Quansheng, can not help but squat, the skin can not stop.

This is not a fight at all, but a killing.

The movement has not yet been seen, and the battle is over.

Less than a second, under one stroke, one of the most powerful masters of the day has lost its combat power.

Looking at Liu Quan, who is twitching in the pit, Gong Quansheng is wow-cool and cool, this is the special warfare unit that leads the Chinese army in the future that he is proud of. This is the future special warrior with high hopes in the central leadership period? Is this the super soldier who claims to have overturned thousands of US special forces?

It’s too heart-wrenching, and my heart is dead.

He looked at Yang Ling resentfully, like a deep sorrowful woman who had been alone for decades. He wanted to let him stab himself with a finger.

Although it is said to be awkward to abuse this group of soldiers who do not know the heights, but the abuse is too embarrassing.

Right now, these soldiers are shaking like a group of cockroaches, and they don’t dare to look at Tian Xue.

"Is this your best master? It really is a slag!" Yang Ling pouted and continued to blow.

"You squint to see I do not satisfied??" Yangling pointing to a guy, then turned around and softly turned to weave Tian Xuezai said: "! Junior sister apprentice, help me to beat him."

"Good~!" Oda Snowy took a step out of the air.

"Ah~! No, I don't, I'm just being shaken by the sun...ah~"

"嘭~!"

A dozen meters away from the dust, a few blue bricks flew out, and a soldier was kneeling beside Liu Quan, posing exactly the same, forming a shape of a chopsticks.

Oda Snow's shot is very measured, the two guys are basically no big problem, but the impact of the muscles and bones is relatively large, the brain makes the body in a self-sleep state, which is commonly known as a coma.

Yang Ling swept his eyes with his eyes. All the soldiers at this time were completely chilled by this shameless master. They fought back together with fear and trepidation. The whole team was completely messed up.

At the same time, they all collectively despised him in the heart: hiding behind a small loli and giving orders to do something is simply shameless.

"You are too scum!" Yang Ling sneered a few times. "Who else is not convinced to stand up, even stand up together."

Seeing that no one responded to his call, Yang Ling shook his head very regrettable. He had always had a deep disrepair for the scene of Nemo who played hundreds of black people in the hacking empire. He once dreamed that he could be chic one day. One of the hundreds of masters.

This group of acquired masters should be the most powerful group on the planet.

However, they are obviously not interested in their proposal.

"Chinese martial arts, profound and profound, you have just cultivated the infuriating, huh, huh ~" Yang Ling continued to sneer, "But in my eyes, do not break through the second line of the governor, do not break through the innate realm, the true gas fart is not used, the most powerful A little bit, run faster, eat more, just be able to be a strong rice bucket."

The soldiers all hanged their heads collectively, holding their fists one by one, and they were deeply resentful in their hearts, only they knew it.

Gong Quansheng's face is black and can drop ink.

It turned out that in Yang Ling’s eyes, he was just a big meal for the official.

However, it seems that he has cultivated a lot of sincerity. It is true that there are many more meals. The fat cook in the cafeteria has already reminded him several times. Is it really a sign that he has become a general of a rice bucket?

It’s terrible, Gong Quansheng couldn’t help but take a nap.

"Even if it breaks through the second line of Ren Du, it reaches the innate realm, in my eyes... it is still a slag!" Yang Ling continued to crack down on it, then turned to ask Gong Quansheng, "Gong Ge, this incense burner is still useless." ?"

Gong Quansheng shook his head, he did not know what Yang Ling asked this question?

"Looking good, I will show you what is real Qigong!" Yang Ling turned to face the huge stone incense burner in the center of the square, at least 15 meters away ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ two meters high, modeling Simple, the front of the incense burner is also placed with a half-meter-high round stone drum stool. It should be used by the Taoist priest to insert the incense, so Yang Ling's hand, this stone drum stool actually shakes a few times and slowly floats up.

"嘶~"

All the people's eyes are straight, and many people are squeezing their eyes and squeezing forward.

At least four or five hundred kilograms of this stone bench, many of them have come to hug, only those who practice the infuriating can hold it up.

The guy who looked younger than them, even grabbed the volley and grabbed the stool and flew it up. This completely exceeded their understanding of Qigong and infuriating.

It is only the legendary gods that can be obtained from the air.

In fact, Yang Ling felt bad from the moment when he swayed from the stone stool. His heart suddenly complained. This thing is too heavy. If the focus is beyond his control ability, he will force himself to wear tears. The performance is over.

The stone stool in the curse of Yang Ling's teething, the volley slowly floated to the front, and then he gently patted the stone stool. (To be continued.)