Warlord of Chaos

"Exactly!" Moxico's look is very solemn. The wooden stick in his hand points to Steigenberg in front of him: "The calm lake can't train a skilled sailor; the comfortable environment creates an epoch-making hero. So if you can be a strong one day, the first person to thank, of course, is the one who has tortured you..."

"But...but I want to learn magic..." Stillberg was already crying. Just now his **** didn't know how much it was, and now it hurts. He really doesn't want to fight with Moshinko. If that can also be called fighting.

"No bones!" Mo Xinke snorted and suddenly screamed: "Look at the sword!" The wooden stick in his hand has been stabbed out like a lightning bolt.

Stillberg hurriedly covered his **** with both hands, and the wooden stick in his hand didn't need it, but the stick of the Moxico branch only picked it lightly, and then lifted Steigenberg's left hand, then slammed it. At one click, Stillberg was hit again, hurting him to jump in place.

"Steelberg is yours, don't you?" Sasio laughed.

"That guy is a sixth-order professional. What do I use to manage it?" Han Jin shook his head and continued to do his job.

"What are you doing...?" Sasio curiously looked at Han Jin's hands.

Han Jin held the knife borrowed from Xiannier in his right hand, and pressed a gray piece of paper in his left hand. He was carefully engraved with a knife. Soon, a two-inch long paper man was formed under the knife. . Han Jin whispered a few words, while his index finger was drawn on the paper man, everything was ready, and he cried out, "Steelberg, come over."

"Don't fight with you, the young master called me!" Stillberg burst into tears and screamed into the scene as if he had escaped.

Han Jin first put the little paper man in Stilberg's palm, then gave a few words to the ear, a shot of Steelberg's shoulder: "Go!"

Stillberg stared at Han Jin, then turned his teeth and ran back, picking up the stick with a slightly trembling hand.

"It's really boring..." Moxico has lost interest in tormenting people and is heading for Siniel.

"You give me back!" Stillberg shouted.

With a bang, Steelberg looked at him with a sigh of relief, and Siniel first glared at Han Jin, looking at the scene with a smile.

"Oh... you kid!" Moxenko smiled and stepped forward to Steelberg.

"You are a sixth-order professional, this...this is unfair to me!" Stillberg was forced by the momentum, and he could not help but retreat a few steps: "We should change the way!"

"In what way?"

"I count three numbers. If you can't beat me within three numbers, even if you lose!"

"Well, Steigenberg, pray for your ass!" Moxie revealed a sneer.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Stillberg was scared and took a few more steps: "We should bet something, so that is interesting."

"What do you say about gambling?" Mossenko saw that Steelberg was so confident, and he had a heart and eyes, and secretly looked at Han Jin, but Han Jin was sitting there with a smile on his face and a warm smile. He really can't see anything unusual.

"If I lose, I will call you a big brother. If you lose, you have to call me a big brother!" Stilberger called.

"No problem!" Moxie listened to no substantial danger and agreed with it.

"1..." Stilberg screamed and threw the paper man back.

A burst of swaying in the hearts of everyone, followed by a giant close to four feet high appeared in the air, holding a long stick in the hands of the waist of the Moxin section, and bowed to the branch.

In the moment when the giant appeared, the beautiful smile had stiffened on the face, and Xiannier jumped up from the grass. Sasio also straightened his eyes and muttered, "Oh... 傀儡 ........."

The most shocking thing is the Mo Xinke. He didn't dare to block it and jumped backwards.

"Steelberg, what stupid? Continue to count!" Han Jin shouted. In fact, he only uses the simplest Taoism. The giant looks horrible. There is no fighting power. When he almost touches it, the biggest role is to lie to people who don’t know how to do it.

"Ah?" Steelberg woke up in a dream and screamed: "2..."

The Moxico family simply couldn’t take care of Steelberg. His vindictiveness has been released to the extreme, and he is trying to dodge the giant attack.

The giant is more than three feet tall, and each stick is swept out, with the momentum of the wind and the clouds, and the action is very fierce and swift. The height of the Moxico has just reached the giant's knee, no matter how he retreats, how to let, the giant as long as Take a step and you can easily catch up with him.

"3..." Stillberg has already shouted the rest of the game.

"Raphael, take back the **** cockroach!" Moxico said: "Come on! Otherwise I will ruin your cockroaches!!"

The eyes of Xiannier and others fell on Han Jin, and Han Jin’s smile did not change. With the attacking power of the giant, it was impossible to harm the Moxin branch, and the energy lost was not recoverable. It would be better to look at the excitement.

Moxike saw that the giant is still chasing himself to stalk, and knowing that this is not the way to go. His body shape flashed in a slash, and he inserted the giant sword in the ground outside the field.

In fact, Moxenko is also an embarrassing character. At this moment, it is forced out of the real fire, and no matter what else.

The giant then rushed to the back of the Moxico branch, and Mossenko slammed on the ground, then screamed, the wooden stick in his hand was thrown out, and then the long sword on the ground was pulled out. Do a streamer and direct to the giant.

The eyes of Moxike are like a bell, and the fierce light is exposed. The long sword in his hand is a smog of cold light. When his figure is less than five meters away from the giant, the stick he had thrown before has already One step hit the giant, the imposing giant disappeared in an instant, just like never before, only the talented people can see a piece of paper falling in the air.

The sword that was about to be fully slammed suddenly lost its target. Some of Mossenko couldn’t control his body. He slammed into the woods outside the field and saw that he would plunge into the bushes. He barely stabilized his body and turned back. Searching with a stunned look.

"What is this?" Xiannier jumped into the field and picked up a piece of paper.

"I don't know." Han Jin stretched out and faintly replied. In fact, his heart is very excited. There are three kinds of cultivation methods: one is to deliberately forge the body, to pursue the sanctification of the body, this is the external surgery; one is to use the self as the furnace, to cultivate the god, this is the internal surgery; there is also a kind of symbolic world Mystery, this is a spell; these three kinds of Hanjin have been cultivated, but they are not very proficient. Today he spent more than three hundred yuan to create a soldier's symbol, in order to verify what kind of power the 'Domen' can play here. I will build the foundation soon, and he must decide on the future focus.

(A chapter in the afternoon, not much to say later, at least two chapters a day later.)