The Magnificent God of War

His body shape changed, he moved left and right, as fast as lightning, his wrist flicked, and a flying knife shot out.

That face of the Lord was covered by a mask long ago? Fu Yi'er loves to cover up? It is hard to see what his expression is.

It's just that those eyes are as calm as a lake, but they are also turbid to make one's heart palpitating!

"boom!"

The master blasted a punch, and Li Feidao was shaken back and forth again and again. He wanted to chase, but the master did not want to fight at all.

"Stop him!"

"catch him!"

"Don't let him run!"

There were screams, the lights were bright, and the crowds all rushed over.

The entire Jidao martial arts hall is almost crazy!

But in front of the Lord, no one can stop him!

He wants to go, who can stop?

In the exhibition room, Li Feidao clutched his chest and rushed out.

"Come on!"

He yelled, "The fist sheet was snatched away!"

The sound was muffled, and it sounded in everyone's ears, and it was even more irritating to the disciples of the martial arts hall, all eyes were red.

Someone really dare to grab a boxing score late at night?

That's crazy!

A group of people are crazy, but they can't stop the master who wants to leave.

Jiang Ning is not in the martial arts hall. Who else can stop him here?

Looking at the main figure from a distance and disappearing into the dark night, Li Feidao yelled at him, and Tan Xing several people were even more angry and self-blaming.

Tan Long suffered some minor injuries. They felt that they had failed to protect the boxing sheet and had failed Jiang Ning's trust.

After receiving the news, Jiang Ning hurried over from Lin's house. Tan Xing just shook his head, not knowing what to say.

Someone had come to grab the boxing score, he had known it a long time ago, but he didn't expect that the person Jiang Ning was talking about was the master, and such a master would come to grab it himself.

All night, the East China Sea was boiling.

Huang Yuming led people to search for the whereabouts of the Lord, insisting on finding the stolen boxing score.

The disciples of the Jidao Martial Arts Center were filled with righteous indignation and took the initiative to ask Ying to recover the fist score.

In the tea room, Li Feidao rubbed his chest and grinned.

Tan Xing sat there with a calm face, looked at Jiang Ning, and waited for Jiang Ning to explain.

"Fist sheet, he didn't take it."

It was almost early in the morning, and everyone had no sleep for a long time. Jiang Ning took out the four boxing scores from his arms and placed them on the table, "The four in the exhibition room are fake."

There were no surprises on the faces of Li Feidao and Tan Xing.

They had known for a long time that what was placed in the exhibition room was fake. Although it was enough to be fake, it was not real.

They can see it, but the Lord can't see it?

This is the thing that surprised and puzzled them.

The master must know that Jiang Ning's publicly released boxing scores cannot be true, and even when Jiangning is so tightly arranged and guarded against death, he still has to **** the boxing scores.

"Not only did he not take away the real boxing score, but..."

Jiang Ning sighed, put his hand in his arms again, and took out two more fist scores. Suddenly, Li Feidao and Tan Xing were both stunned.

Six boxing scores!

Is the Lord crazy?

Not only did he not take the four fist scores, but gave them two to Jiangning? !

"This...what the **** is going on?"

Tan Xing was puzzled.

He couldn't understand at all, which one was this singing.

He didn't even know what happened, and how the Lord would pass his two boxing scores to Jiang Ning.

Li Fei's Adam's apple slipped, his heart trembled, and the look in Jiang Ning's eyes was very complicated.

"Now, are you sure?"