My Disciples Are All Sand Sculpture Players

"Damn it, what the hell? Brother Yefeng only has 60 magic marks, so hit it with a hammer!"

"60 vs. 96, it seems that the difference is only 36 magic marks, but the actual combat power is hundreds of times worse!"

"Is there any math expert to do the calculation?

"Daddy counted with his toes. In this battle, Brother Ye Feng will definitely win! Don't ask why! Ask even if Papa Gumo has arrived, Brother Ye Feng will still lose?

"Hehe, haven't you seen it yet? Papa Gumo arranged this on purpose, and next, it's the critical moment!

"Look~ it's started, it's started!"

Most of the players are still confused, but a few players have already understood it in seconds! I can't help but admire secretly, what Papa Gumo is playing with is really fast!

"Night Maple!"

"As the son of my mausoleum! 60 magic marks don't match you! 99

"Let daddy scar you!

At this moment, Mausoleum Haki opened his mouth completely, and then raised his right hand, the ancient and boundless Devilish Qi exploded, and then compressed instantly, condensing at the fingertips!

"1!!!" the next moment, the mausoleum was a little empty, and a brand mark landed on Ye Feng's body, within a breath, endless Devilish Qi burst out, and then slowly turned into a magic mark!

Immediately, Ye Feng changed from 60 magic marks to 61 magic marks!

"Damn it!

"Damn it!

"Fuck! 99

Seeing this scene, all the Yaozu male players were blown away!

Nima!

As expected of the ancient devil father!

Daddy worked so hard, it took so long to get a magic mark, and when he arrived at Mausoleum Dad's place, he raised his hand and directly got the magic mark?

Click to add one?

Is it so beautiful?

“Daddy fucking awesome!

"Papa Linggu, he has been my father since ancient times. You said that daddy's contract is so important? Come on, daddy has two daddies. What's wrong? Is there anything unreasonable?"

"Papa Gumo is too powerful!"

"Ah, dad, I also want... Mohen, my waist~~"

"Nimma, you are so disgusting! But... the magic mark, people also have a waist~~~"

"Ahhh, let go of Brother Yefeng, can you replace me?"

The Yaozu male players are all excited and envious.

But then, an extremely shocking scene happened again!

"2!

"3!""

"10!

"20!55

"28!"5

In just a short time, Mausoleum raised his hand and inflicted 28 magic marks on Ye Feng!

In just a few breaths, Ye Feng transformed from the previous super weak chicken fighter with 60 magic marks...

He has become a super giant who is comparable to the 88 magic marks that lost half of the beginning of Bu Sao at this time!

"Ye Feng! Since you are the friend of this demon's son, then this demon will give you a gift! Dragon of Ming Mie, get up! From today on, it will reside on your right hand!" At this time, Ancient Ming Ming laughed. , raised his hand from his endless sea of ​​annihilation, pulled out a real dragon's wronged soul, and branded it on Ye Feng's bandaged right arm.

"Damn it!

"Fuck!""

"Damn!" 5

This time, the players present were blown up again!

"Damn it! That, that seems to be the soul of a real dragon?"

"This time, Brother Ye Feng's bandaged arm...isn't it true that the power of heaven-defying resides?

"Ahhh, I want it too!!!

The Yaozu male players were all crying, everyone was so greedy, they wished they could rush up, kick Fei Yefeng, and replace themselves!

"This is a magic spear polished by the claws of an ancient alien beast that this demon killed! Since you are the son of this demon and a friend of the Great Saint of Qi Tian, ​​I will give it to you! With your current strength, you can at least exert nearly nine The power of super-devil armaments'! The 350,000-weight ancient demon Void grabbed a black magic gun covered with bloody lines from the space, and threw it away

It landed in front of Ye Feng.

"Ah ah ah! Hastily! 99

"Ahh! Aied (aied) envy hate!"

"Jealousy is tearing me apart!"

Seeing this scene, all the players were once again fried, and their mentality underwent another subtle change.

Everyone is also a monster race, and they are also bunnies!

Nima, why is Brother Yefeng so enjoyable?

The three ancient demon fathers took turns to hang him?

WTF?

why……

Can't replace yourself?

I also want the love of the ancient demon fathers! Ahhhhh!

Amidst the howling of the players, Ye Feng picked up the magic gun, raised his bandaged arm, and stood in front of Mo Bo.

"Mobo, now, I will fight with you fairly!" Ye Feng said lightly, and the mighty ancient Devilish aura on his body erupted loudly!

The bandage on the left hand fell, and the Dragon of Destruction suddenly emerged, its power was almost close to the ninth level!

And Ye Feng's magic gun in his right hand, with boundless killing intent, is also a terrifying power close to the ninth level!

But at this time, Mobo's mind was full of question marks.

"????

fair fight?

fair sir!

Nima!

The three ancient demon masters bless you, and you say that this is a fair fight?

Although Mobo has ten thousand bad words he wants to utter!

But when it came to the mouth, they all held back!

"Calm down!" Mobo took a deep breath and forcibly calmed down.

Although the Ye Feng in front of him was blessed with power by three ancient demons, but no matter what, Ye Feng only had eighty-eight demon marks! At most, it was the strength of an eighth-order demon clan!

And I am a genuine ninth rank!

Mo Bo could tell at a glance, it wasn't because the Ancient Mausoleum Demon didn't want to add more magic marks, but because Ye Feng's body could only bear so many magic marks!

To be able to attach so many magic marks to a half-magic rabbit, and to keep its body from exploding stably, only the Mausoleum Ancient Demon can do it!

"This demon can do it, ninety Six Paths magic marks can deal with mere eighty-eight..." When Mo Bo was still talking to himself, Wantong Ancient Demon spoke.

"88 vs. 96, this is not fair! Come on, this demon will make a small move!" Wantong Ancient Demon said lightly, and waved his hand!

On the eight magic marks on Mo Bo's body, crimson pupils appeared, and within a breath, the power of the eight magic marks on Mo Bo was completely blocked!

"Boom!" Mo Bo's aura instantly plummeted, from a ninth-level demon to an eighth-level demon!

This time, the magic wave also turned into eighty-eight magic marks, which was exactly the same as the number of Ye Feng's magic marks.

Immediately, Mobo felt bad all over Mobo.

Can you still ride a horse like this?

This shit is called fairness?

WTF!

"You guys are cheating! This is a bully demon! This is riding a horse..." Mo Bo was furious, and roared angrily, and couldn't hold it anymore!

But the next moment...

"Pfft! The magic wave was held by Ye Feng with a magic gun, and the gun pierced through the demon's body!