The Secret of the Seal

The first chapter of 212 is not a level!

Feng Lang smiled and twisted his body a few times. When he squatted on his body, he made a burst of squeaky noise. Then his face showed a very pleasant look. He nodded at Hu Zun and smiled. "Your fist is still Hard, but the strength is not very good. It is OK to hammer the back, the other is..." Feng Lang did not say anything more, gently shook his head, his face was full of contempt.

"I seem to be looking away." Hu Zun looked up and down the phoenix wave, his face suddenly dignified. He did not see through the depths of Feng Lang, which undoubtedly shows that the repair of Feng Lang is at least not weaker than him.

Fenglang's eyebrows were picked, and a flash of light flashed through his eyes. The cold road "I haven't looked away. You have a few pounds and two, but I know all."

"When you are... is it deliberately licking my punch?" Hu Zun changed his face, and he was very disbelieving. [

Feng Lang turned his head and glanced at the other two sides. Whether it was Nan Huairen or Silver Moon Silver Sisters, they are now in a bitter battle. They are innocent and distracted. Feng Lang grin and smile. "I can accompany you now." Have fun."

"Don't pretend here, I am not a fool!" Hu Zun made a roar and slammed his fists to Feng Lang again.

This time, the phoenix wave still did not retreat, but his look at this time was quite different from the previous one.

The feeling of the previous Fenglang was like being hit by a hungry wolf on the edge of the cliff. There was no way to make a living, and suddenly a great courage broke out. At the same time, this courage was ascending and desperate. But this time it is different. There is no heavy weight in Feng Lang’s eyes. Some are just sneer and sympathy for the weak.

The expression of this superior person of Feng Lang brought extraordinary pressure to Hu Zun, which made him very uncomfortable and had to bite his teeth. This did not relieve his strength.

"Go to hell!" Hu Zun's snoring sounded loud, but it sounded like he was cheering for himself.

Feng Lang explored the palm of his hand, and the five fingers opened, and the micro-directional buckle was like an open bag, which was aimed at Hu Zun’s fist.

If Silver Moon Silver Star and Liao Qixun can have a leisurely look back at this time, they will be surprised to see if they are surprised. At this time, the phoenix wave, one palm back behind, the other palm flat chest, it looks like a stable, like a mountain, the style and temperament of a master, how can not match the dress of Feng Lang at this time.

Hu Zun also thought that Feng Lang was making a fool of himself, but now he doesn't think so. The power from the phoenix wave is far beyond his imagination. Even in the faint, he can feel a subtle energy, guiding his fist and slamming into the palm of Feng Lang.

The good thing to say is guidance, but in fact, this kind of guidance, Hu Zun makes it impossible to change at all, he can only passively accept. This made Hu Zun feel deep fear from the inside out.

"吼!!!" Since it is impossible to get rid of this kind of guidance, it will be broken by a bang, as a master of the five-level environment, the necessary decisiveness, Hu Zunzhi still possesses. At the last moment, with a slap in the face, all the spiritual powers in the body were poured over the boxing front, and it was about to break with the phoenix wave.