Inheriting the soul-suppressing general, start training Feng Baobao

Thousands of onlookers surrounded the stands, and there were also some sneaky figures.

"This is Zhang Chulan's eldest brother? Looks like good strength! A fat, cloaked voice said in a gentle voice.

"This guy alas~ the strength is very strong, just right!" The boy with glasses next to him sighed bitterly, and there was still a lingering shock and fear in his eyes.

It can be said that that the memory of that night has almost become Lu Liang's heart demon.

A beautiful woman sitting on the side did not gnaw, looking at Lin Lang's eyes on the martial arts arena, but it was a little complicated.

Obviously, this woman is Xia He, the bone scraper.

The all-sex people were divided into two groups by the head, and one group was directly involved in Luo Tiandai.

The other group hides their identities and is ready to carry out plans at any time.

As for what plan, the head said that he hadn't thought about it ~ good

And Xia He, as well as the thunder smoke cannon Gao Ning beside him, are the people who participated in Luo Tiandajian.

There is also a Xia Lao, but not with them.

"Zheng Mengping, that kid is not Wang He's opponent." Xia He said casually, even if it was a casual tone, as if it carried a sinking temptation.

One by one, the strangers on the side didn't even bother to look at the competition in the martial arts arena, staring directly at Xia He with their eyes, and kept swallowing saliva.

"I didn't expect him to win a few games, but I didn't expect to be able to survive even the first one." Lu Liang glanced at Xia He and said with a dry smile: "Sister, you better restrain your charms, otherwise, our identities will have to be exposed." "

Saying that, he looked at the stand in the distance and said with a smile: "Although the official does not mind our identity, Lu Jin obviously will not welcome us." "

Lu Jin is hot-tempered, jealous as hatred, and his attitude towards all-sex can be described as incompatible!

Gao Ning on the side keenly sensed that something was wrong between Xia He and Lu Liang, and he did not speak, but just looked at the martial arts arena with a smile.

"As I said earlier, it's just smelly fish and rotten shrimp! Bah! Wang also spat at the unrecognizable Zheng Mengping, with a gloomy expression.

I thought it was just a dragon trick of a position of strength, but I didn't think that this kid forced him to get serious.

A lot of time was wasted, and it also consumed his already little patience!

It's just that what makes him wonder is that he crushed Zheng Mengping so domineeringly, why didn't the audience in the stands cheer?

By the way, what about the guy from the blackpipe?

He looked back with a frown, and was shocked to find that the black pipe was actually lying on the ground, obviously eliminated!

But how is this possible?

Say, that kid

Wang He frowned and looked at Lin Lang, who was standing with his hands in his hands, gritted his teeth and sneered: "Yo he, it's not bad!" Even the clarithed ones are no match for you."

Noticing Lin Lang's uniform on his body, he sneered, "You guys are really talented!" "

"Are you finished?" Lin Lang looked at the arrogant Wang He calmly, without a slight fluctuation in his eyes.

"You! Good, good, good! Balls! Since you are in a hurry to send him to death" Wang did not expect that such a small character would actually dare to choke him, and he had lost patience and became more and more angry.

The look he looked at Lin Lang was already looking at a dead man.

He even looked at the referee on the side with a sinister smile: "Compared to the sword in the fighting arena, the sword is eyeless, and the injury and death should not require me to be responsible, right?" "

Where could the Daoist not hear the threat in Wang He's words, he subconsciously frowned and said, "Casualties are inevitable, but it is never allowed to deliberately hurt the killer!" "

"Ah! This is good~" Wang He looked clear, and then looked at Lin Lang: "Hey, this kid, you heard it too"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, and with every word he said, every step he took, the pitch-black flame on his body surged by a minute.

"If you go to the arena, you must have the consciousness of death!"

When the words fell, the flame on his body soared into the sky, and even the light in the arena was a little dim, and the killing intent visible to the naked eye was daunting.

In the stands, among the ten guys, Lu Jin frowned and said: "This kid, such a heavy murderous aura at a young age, Lao Wang, the stranger must not only learn martial arts, but also learn virtue." Young people, don't be too arrogant! "

Wang Li is the most protective, especially his favorite great-grandson, where to tolerate others saying that he is not good at all, even if it is Lu Jin, he frowned and sneered: "I Wang Li teaches the descendants, and I don't need others to dictate!" "

Saying that, he held a crutch in one hand and rubbed his stubble with the other, looking at the powerful aura of his grandson in the martial arts arena, and said with satisfaction: "Besides, if you are not angry, is that still called a young man?" "

When Lu Jin heard this, he was even more displeased in his heart, and said forcefully: "I don't care if he is angry or not, Luo Tiandai is to let the world's strangers communicate and discuss, not let people vent and kill their compatriots, if he really insists on going his own way and puts people to death!" Then leave me alone for you, the elder, to teach a lesson! "

"You dare!"

Seeing that the two were going head-to-head, the other ten guys were all holding the attitude of watching a good show.

Fortunately, the old Heavenly Master came forward, and he said with a smile: "It is inevitable that there will be bumps and bumps when fighting, and since you are on stage, you must have the consciousness of injury." "

"But," Lu Jin frowned. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

"The referee will be measured." Old Heavenly Master said with a smile and gave Lu Jin a reassuring look.

"Hmph, it's still Heavenly Master who speaks fairly." Wang Li glanced at Lu Jin and let out a cold snort.

In his opinion, this brat who knows everything definitely cannot be his great-grandson's opponent!

Wang He was furious, and Lin Lang's careless eyes were furious, and immediately opened up his firepower.

I saw that the stream in his hand was rolling like a black cloud, gathering but not dispersing, rolling like smoke.

And the dense yin spirit was like a giant python circling one after another, twisted and knotted together.

The entire martial arts arena echoed with the unending sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling.

"Groove? What is this? On the stands, Zhang Chulan looked shocked: "How does it look similar to the demonic qi of the demon?" "

Liu Yanyan was also a little surprised: "This black qi is Qi?" It's so strong, the rich ones have turned black, this should be called demon qi, right? "

Only Feng Xingtong and Feng Shayan's faces were a little ugly.

Because of this breath, Feng Zhenghao also has it!

They couldn't help but look at Lin Lang with a worried face.

Inside the martial arts arena.

Lin Lang was not affected by this breath, and stared at the angry Wang He with his usual expression, thinking thoughtfully.

Because of the change in the plot, Wang should first fight Feng Xingtong, and take away the Yin Spirit that Feng Xingtong had just obtained, and even seriously injured Feng Xingtong, wanting to devour Feng Xingtong's companion spirit.

Now, however, Wang He's first opponent is Lin Lang.

It's just that Wang He's hole cards are obviously a lot, and the yin spirits that linger around him are all good, each of them has the strength of a second-rate alien, and it is really difficult to deal with him if he comes to other people.

But for Lin Lang, no amount of Yin Spirit is useless!

"Good boy, when you go to the prefecture, remember to tell the king of Yan that the person who killed you is called Wang Henai!"