Urban Young Fairy

Meng Zhaolin’s voice is rolling, and the heroic posture is awkward.

His words went out and let everyone in the room suddenly feel awkward.

"I said, how could this kid know a three-pronged King Kong!"

"I think it was he who had offended Meng Zhaolin before, and now people have to pull him down to fix it."

"This guy is really very capable. Before he offended Lei Ge, he is now offended with such a three-pronged King Kong. Is this person poisonous?"

The narrators looked at Lin Yi, and in the field of vision, more sarcasm and disdain.

A foreigner who has no identity, has repeatedly sinned the small and famous people in their eyes.

This is not stupid?

"Does that guy have this courage?"

Yaoyao heard the voice of Meng Zhaolin and looked down to Lin Yi.

She said to herself, one foot on the iron pipe connected between the two guardrails, leaning her head and looking over it.

"It seems that tonight, the one who wants to let you die is more than me?"

Leizhou returned to taste, turned his head, and looked at Lin Yi with a sly look: "Young people, there is not much skill, but the ability to recruit people to hate is really not small."

"Why, are you still sitting there? Is it going to let the following Meng Zhaolin come over and ask you to go down, or do I need to ask Master Hu to take the shot and send you to stand next to the boxing ring?"

Leizhou smiled.

He doesn't mind being a good person.

The strong confrontation, the aftermath is great.

The special steel column erected in the steel cage in the middle position is designed to prevent the aftermath of the gas from injuring the surrounding people.

However, the strength is invisible. If it is too close to the position of the boxing ring, it will still be easily affected by the aftermath.

Meng Zhaolin let Lin also stand next to the boxing ring. On the one hand, there is a mind that wants deterrence. On the other hand, I am afraid that I hope that Lin will be on the body and suffer.

"Don't go, it's too dangerous."

Gong Yi died in the clothes of Lin Yi, looking at the panic and loss of the face.

On one side, Huang Jiaoer’s brow was locked and his face was bleak. There was originally a Hu Yuanyang there, they were already in crisis, and now there is another three-pronged King Kong.

Huang Jiaoer feels that today is completely finished.

She looked at Lin Yi, who was sitting beside her, and saw that he was still in a state of danger and fear, and finally he couldn’t help but groan.

This kid is not afraid of a face?

Still, is he really a fool?

Huang Jiaoer bit his teeth and couldn't speak.

Hu Yuanyang is also looking at Lin Yi, and he has a brow: "Let's go together, still sitting there, is it going to wait for me to give you away?"

Hu Yuanyang looked at Lin is also very uncomfortable, pondering for a while and waiting for a while, even with the eyes of Lin Yi and the one in the iron prison Meng Zhaolin gave a lesson.

When the lesson is over, it is just one thing.

"Are you sure to let me go?"

Lin also leaned there, so I looked around and looked at Hu Yuanyang: "I am sitting there now, and I am still calm."

"But I really have to get up, and if I want to sit down, the difficulty is not small."

Lin also has a plain tone. If he goes out, he will fall into the ears of Leizhou and others, and will inevitably cause a burst of snickering.

"You are going to pretend to be deep, and to scare Master Hu?"

"I see your kid is a problem with his brain."

"When are you, do you still have a big tail wolf?"

The second generation shook their heads and felt that Lin was completely konjac.

Dare to be in front of a Sanpin King Kong and Hu Yuanyang, this is not a fantasy?

"Don't get things that aren't there, I want you to stand up, you will stand up for me, I want you to sit down, you don't sit, you can't break your legs, let you sit down!"

Hu Yuanyang’s face is hazy, and he has already picked up his fist.

The atmosphere is dignified.

A thousand miles.

"The guy over there, don't talk nonsense, if you don't dare to come down, tell everyone loudly, you don't have the courage."

"Don't waste my time there!"

Meng Zhaolin, who was on the iron fist, yelled at the other side, his face still smiling, and his body was still trying to recover the energy he had just consumed.

"I am not helping you?"

Lin also turned his head and looked at Meng Zhaolin. He shook his head. "You let me go down, I want to give me a horse, or have other plans."

"It's nothing more than trying to give yourself a bit of time to recover. It's like Hu Yuanyang hopes to drop your winning streak. It's a truth."

"I am so anxious and reminded, but I am happy to say so much to you, you know why?"

Lin also has a light voice.

His eyes went down from a height, and people were still sitting in the chairs of the stands, but the light voice was at this moment, going back and forth, echoing in the field, everyone's heart.

The sound is not too big, and the feeling of giving people is far less than when Meng Zhaolin and Hu Yuanyang spoke before, so shocking.

But the victory is clear, clear as a mirror, and the sound is between the ears, but there is no other noise.

Just like the spring breeze crossing, full of harmony, but also let everyone, this still inciting mood, suddenly became quiet.

Originally, there was also a contempt for Lin, who was full of dissatisfaction and coldness, and even the people in the stands who did not hesitate to use all the rough words, all of them were stunned.

Such an instant.

Around the noisy boxing field, it rarely becomes quiet.

No one spoke.

At this moment, everyone’s sight, subconsciously, looked at Lin.

"how is this possible……"

The face changed a little, whispering, looking at the line, watching Lin Yi, who was still sitting there, a wave of ripples in my heart.

Although she is not a warrior, she does not have much strength, but she is definitely not a fool.

Just every word that Lin also said, to make them fall into the hearts of the people, can also make people unconsciously abandon other murmurs in the ear. Just saying this means is definitely not something that ordinary people can use.

"He...master?"

A word of self-talk ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Some unbelievable: "What special means should be used? Otherwise, what Meng Ge can't do, why can he do it?"

Looking at the other side, the teenager over there sat in front of Hu Yuanyang, only his gaze, watching Meng Zhaolin.

Meng Zhaolin’s face was stiff and stiff, and his heart was shocked.

He greeted the high sight of Lin Yi, and suddenly there was a slight chill in his body.

It was the coldness from the bottom of my heart, and even made him feel the fear of the moment.

This feeling made Meng Zhaolin have a moment of loss.

What followed was a burst of inexplicable anger.

"What are you?"

"It’s also there, gibberish!"

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