Super Dragon Cultivation System

"Hey boy, who are you talking about as waste?"

An elder said angrily.

"It's you ... and you, you, you guys are waste!"

Heibao opened his mouth wide and pointed his fingers at the crowd.

"Is there any reason for this! Elder Ben was the first one to have your surgery!"

As he said, he raised his hand and grabbed Heibao.

"Arrogance! It's so arrogant!"

"Huh! I can't help it!"

"Elder Jiang, abolished his limbs and let him live like a tapeworm every day!"

"..."

Heibao's arrogance aroused public anger, and they gritted their teeth one by one, wishing to destroy Heibao immediately.

Hehe ...

Heibao didn't care.

Watching Qi Xing Zun Zun carrying a strong claw, he also raised his right hand and grabbed it.

"Hey boy, are you anxious to send me an arm?"

"Then I'm welcome, let's break it first!"

Elder Jiang's eyes flashed.

In Ziyan Mountain's gloating table (qingqing), the two of them did not agree to each other in a trick.

Click!

The palms of the two were entangled, and it was unknown who had the broken arm.

"Elder Jiang, (dry gan) is beautiful!"

"The young people today are just overwhelmed, don't they know how much they weigh?"

"That's right, don't give them a deep lesson, I really don't know how tall this day is!"

"Elder Jiang, tear off Hei's arm!"

"..."

They laughed hard, but they couldn't see Elder Jiang's table.

Elder Jiang regretted his death at this moment.

That's a big deal!

This black boy is a pig eating a tiger, and his strength is not worse than him.

Unexpectedly, my wrist was broken and she is now struggling to support it.

How could there be strength to break his arm, it would be nice not to be broken.

Cold sweat has been wet behind.

The strength of the opponent is getting stronger.

He felt his entire right arm begin to numb, and he might soon lose consciousness.

No! We can't be so passive, we must fight back immediately.

The left hand quickly grabbed Heibao's right hand.

Heibao stood still.

The corners of his mouth are tilted.

"It doesn't help me to add you two feet."

Elder Jiang didn't say anything. He grabbed his left hand and grabbed Heibao's wrist with a bang.

"Just give me up!"

Heibao's right hand was motionless.

Elder Jiang felt that his left hand seemed to be caught on a cold cold iron.

The opponent's wrist did not seem to have any temperature.

And also brazenly cold.

But too late to think about it.

He yelled again: "Say!"

"Hey! It's useless, even if you shout your throat."

Heibao raised his left hand and patted Elder Jiang's shoulder.

"I don't believe you're iron-clad, and you don't talk to me coldly here ..."

I just want to continue to stab Heibao's finger.

God (color) suddenly froze, as if thinking of something.

He glanced over his shoulder and looked at the left hand that Heibao had just taken back.

Suddenly, the hairs of the body (sh n) were standing up.

This……

My whole body (sh n) was full of vigor, always alert, he even patted me on both shoulders easily.

If he just slammed his hand (sha), wouldn't I have finished my life immediately?

There is something wrong with the style of painting!

Everyone behind Elder Jiang (body sh n) looked in his eyes and listened in his ears.

When weird, I saw Hei Bao (yin yin) (yin yin) with a smile.

At the same time, he yanked his right hand.

Click!

Elder Jiang's arm was tugged down.

Uh huh!

Elder Jiang murmured and retreated decisively.

Quickly stopped the spurting blood of his right arm, his face (color) was pale, and he stared viciously at Heibao.

Hehe ...

Heibao shook his broken arm.