The Domestic Hero

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Looking at this scene, Wang Yan seemed to be hit by a sky of thunder. The thunder was out of focus and could not be believed.

This, this!

Is the brain of this arrogant fire pheasant broken? No, no, or it ’s not a brain at all, and for a moment of impatience, can it actually do such a thing?

The fire pheasant holy sword that had been with it for at least hundreds of years was gone, and she ran away to Wang Yan's warhammer.

Also proud, think he succeeded in scheming, thanks to it came to mind!

Wang Yan looked at its expression, his mouth twitched slightly.

Impressed!

It's true that I can't get rid of you now. You ruined your family and seized Lao Tzu's Warhammer. Who can drive you away?

Not just Wang Yan.

The people on the rostrum were also thundered. They were all bigwigs who held heavy powers, and all of them were very old and clever. But even they have never seen it, or even heard of similar things.

That flaming pheasant holy sword conceived an artifact that gradually formed over hundreds of years, either admiring Wang Yan, or being arrogant for a while, and even playing it out in the end? This is also drunk.

The entire youth conference venue was naturally quiet. The vast majority of people were shocked by this scene and did not react for a while.

"Baga Road!"

After a few seconds, a warrior Dongying finally yelled angrily, "Son of Flame, you, you, you are too much, dare to destroy the holy sword of our nation."

After he shouted, he seemed to wake up the Dongying people who were still dreaming. They went from top to bottom, from Mitsui to passerby, excited, roaring, as if they were going to rush to fight with Wang Yan anytime.

"Ba Ga, let me go." Ito Heng had all his heart to die. He had originally thought that if Wang Yan didn't want it, he was desperately trying to get the Holy Sword. But now such a scene happened, not only completely severing his hope, but also extremely humiliating his self-esteem.

The Fire Pheasant Tool Ling would rather discard the sword body that had been with him for hundreds of years, and also follow Wang Yan. No, to be precise, it captured Wang Yan. This is like a royal lady with a distinguished and noble status who fancy a poor hanging silk. That poor hanging silk needs no one, so she must abandon all elopement and cook raw rice specially.

This made Ito's heart shattered and cramped. He was so excited that his face turned red, and he drew his knife to rush towards the podium. Other warriors dragged him desperately to appease him.

Just kidding, rushing up to fight desperately with Wang Yan, just to talk about it. There are so many S-class gangsters on the rostrum. If anyone gets angry, he will have half his life without dying.

The yelling of Dongying people, like the same wave of tide, Wang Yan rushed away.

People from the National African Affairs Bureau and some Chinese nations are not calm.

Zhang Weidao, Wang Yan ’s good brother, took the lead in staggering out: "How are they all howling? Did the old king **** your daughter-in-law or blitz? If you are not convinced, go directly to the ring to fight."

"Amitabha, that's what it is." Little Buddha said five times, and he said solemnly, "The old king of our family is charismatic, and the fire pheasant's spirit is willing to follow him."

"Boom!" Lei Bang said nothing, and flew his wings directly to the ring. Lei Shu's spear pointed to the sky, thundering and thundering. His meaning is already very clear. If you want to fight, then fight, so where is so much nonsense?

"Dong Ying's children dare to yell? One by one, the scars are all forgotten, don't you forget the pain?" Wu Ya Ange giggled gigglingly, and there was a thick black mist around her body, and the poisonous scorpion-like tail poisoned by the needle, "Come, let your sister Ange teach you how to be a man again."

As soon as Lei Bang and Wu Ya Ange came out, the yelling of Dong Ying people suddenly became dumb.

In the previous qualifiers, Wang Yan assumed most of the firepower in the action of circumvention and suppression of the National African Bureau. However, the rest of the people were more or less subjected to calculations and siege by the Dongying people.

In the process of smashing the siege, the horrors of Lei Bang and Wu Ya An Ge have been deeply imprinted on their minds.

At the same time, a pure and immense sword rushed to the sky.

Gao Mingyue stood up against the sky, although he did not draw his sword, nor did he speak evil. However, at this time, she was like a sword that could cut through everything. Her soaring sword intent, even those half-step S-class powerhouses who watched the show, showed a dignified expression.

Purely in terms of that sword, many half-step S-class powerhouses felt pressure and threats.

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"Gee"

Inside Huaxia Rental House.

Two old men, Uncle Pao and Pope Guangming, were filled with Erguotou bottles beside them. Obviously, after watching the lively kung fu, they had already drunk a lot.

"Ming Yue is worthy of the Shushan Sword School's best successor in a century, the hope of Shushan." Uncle Pao tweeted, "The sword is vast and immense, as if I saw the predecessors of Shushan."

"Yes, it's really good. Shushan has hope to rise again." Pope Guangming also has a very old-fashioned vision and praised drunkenly, "This child has not improved a little bit compared to his performance in the light test. Strategy, although you usually do n’t have a shape, **** training is still very effective. "

The Pope of Light is of course happy. The younger generation of the China National Bureau of African Affairs has made great progress, but his papacy has made great progress. Saint Wright and Saint Lulu seemed to be reborn.

"That's of course, how can the deity's method of training disciples wait for leisure?" Uncle Pao was a little drunk and proudly said, "Look at our family's Xiaoyan's ability, hehe, even the fire pheasant is fart. Rely on him not to leave. "

"Bah! I praise you a few words, and you're still breathing." The Pope Guang said with a contempt. "How can I hear that you have taught Xiao Yan from beginning to end? Have you really taught Xiao Yan a few times? It's up to the child himself With superior qualifications and hard work, this talent is better than blue. In my opinion, this year's young people are growing so fast and so outstanding. First, because of the imminent difficulties and the huge pressure, they have generated momentum to move forward. Secondly, because the population base has increased significantly, society is gradually developed, and there are much more opportunities for cultivation than before, and the chances of evil are naturally higher. Thirdly, young people are competing with each other, secretly fighting each other, and learning from each other. Played a decisive role. Your special training in **** is nothing but icing on the cake. "

It is also reasonable for the Pope of Light to analyze the ground. Before the earth developed, the world was only hundreds of millions of people. With the ignorance of most people, even if those evil deities were buried, it is not uncommon.

Now the population is as high as 7 billion, the social structure is developed, the information is smooth, and the living conditions are excellent. Naturally, the odds of being outstanding are much higher than in ancient times.

The population explosion and the scientific development of resources may really usher in the pinnacle of humanity on earth.

Of course, there are many factors, not just those listed by the pope.

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The story returns to the scene.

The young and powerful members of the National African Affairs Bureau burst out a strong breath, and the cold breath of Huangfu Nanlian reduced the temperature of the entire venue a lot. Even Xiao Yanzun, Zhang Huang, burst into a thick flame and stood on the side of the National African Affairs Bureau.

Today's State Administration of African Affairs is no longer a time of primacy. Young talents are emerging one after another. From the perspective of the number and quality of masters, Dongying has been completely suppressed.

If the two sides play group fights, the Dongying people make it clear that they are insulting themselves.

It is the same in any era, the strong is the most respected, and the big fist is the strength.

Seeing that Dong Ying's pulse was miserable.

The people who eat melons suddenly made boos, which is too courageous. It is you who pick the trouble, and it is you who will take the lead in the end. Is there any self-esteem?

No wonder, the pheasant holy sword of your family is chasing the child of flames in desperation.

This is the gap.

Those boos and discussion sounds pierced the hearts of Dongying's people like poisonous thorns, their faces flushed red, and they wished to find a hole in the ground.

"enough!"

Seeing the trouble was almost over, Super League President Emmons came out to preside over the overall situation, and his voice was loudly spread throughout the audience. "This is the awards conference. Whoever dares to make noises will rush out of the venue. No more trouble. "

Emmons relied on the S-class power to suppress the audience again.

Then he gave Wang Yan a rather helpless glance and lived a lot of years. He was finally convinced by Wang Yan. This low-key young man really is "low-key everywhere".

"Wang Yan, since you have already obtained the Fire Pheasant Spirit, hurry up, don't hinder the two virgins to choose prizes." Emmons waved angrily to Wang Yan, it looks like he is chasing the plague .

Wang Yan ’s boy was too provocative, and made Emmons feel terrified. If he was allowed to stay again, he might have come up with some moths.

"This one……"

It was only then that Wang Yan suddenly recovered, looking at the Warhammer in his hand with a wry smile. Okay, now there is an extra spirit, and it has the energy that the Pheasant Phalanx has accumulated for hundreds of years.

I have to admit that the current Warhammer is very powerful, and it is more domineering than ordinary holy weapons.

But is this really good?

Wang Yan glanced back at the Dark Lady and the Bright Lady nearby, and wanted to ask their opinions.

Unexpectedly.

The bright sage girl's face was sullen and she hurriedly hid her holy sacred light rod behind her. The Dark Lady also panicked and hurriedly hid the Scythe of Nether Flame.

The Pharaoh ’s guy would not only hook up with his sister, but also the holy weapon, which is terrible.

Wang Yan's face is black, do you need to look like this?

Huo Pheasant's brain is broken. Who would do this for the holy implements? Do you need a thief-like expression?

"Wang Yan, what are you still doing?" Emmons was also a little sullen. He hurried and said, "Hurry up when you take something, don't delay others."

Wang Yan touched his nose helplessly, who are these people? It's not that I took the initiative to seduce the pheasant.

"No!" Wang Yan said flatly, and said sonorously, "President Emmons, I haven't won my prize yet. Why should you let me go?"

what! ?

Emmons' face changed drastically.

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(The community was out of power, and took the opportunity to go out for a day. When I went home at 4:30 in the afternoon, I found out that there was electricity. There was no way to publish a chapter without dinner.