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Cheng Chuan's figure flashed, and he helped Lehman in the corner.

"Sorry, Master, you bothered." Lehman was actually very aggrieved. Cheng Chuan had absorbed most of his thunder and lightning ability, and he had not recovered.

This group of biochemical people was killed, and instead of normal, he was naturally not afraid, but at the moment, he was humiliated.

"This is related to me, you can rest aside and leave it to me."

Cheng Chuan glanced at the biochemical man who had just severely injured Lehman, feeling that his strength was between that of Lehman, and now he should be able to easily win.

"Who are you?" The dark biochemical man frowned, and he saw the ignorance in Cheng Chuan's eyes.

"Beat me, just tell you my name." Cheng Chuan was too lazy to answer, beckoning to the man.

As the second-in-command of the biochemical special forces, Black Man Baguero has his own dignity, and Cheng Chuan's provocation completely ignited his anger.

"Presumptuous..." Quero yelled, and his right fist hit Cheng Chuan's face like a cannonball.

Cheng Chuan lifted a palm, greeted him directly, and abruptly caught his punch.

I have to say that this man is unparalleled in iron fist, like a cast of stainless steel, Cheng Chuan was almost shattered, but because Cheng Chuan had already been promoted to a high-ranking heavenly rank, and the 9th turn gold body went one step further, he barely took it.

The Beiming Divine Art was working at full force, and Cheng Chuan wanted to swallow the power of the black mamba fist, but found it to no avail.

"It seems that the power possessed by this biochemical man is pure physical power and cannot be absorbed."

Cheng Chuan secretly watched out, as far as he was concerned, this kind of biochemical man was more difficult to deal with than a supernatural person.

No process Chuan reacted quickly, since the biochemical man improved the physical body, his medical methods should have miraculous effects.

With a thought in his heart, Cheng Chuan's mind pill instantly submerged into the biochemical man's body, trying to seal the meridians in his body.

Unexpectedly, after this biochemical man's physical body was transformed, his meridians were a hundred times tougher, and the Yi Dan suddenly couldn't completely seal his meridians.

Cheng Chuan smiled coldly, turned his palm into a finger, cooperated with Yi Dan, and pointed to the black mamba's waist. The black mamba relied on his body to be tough, but he couldn't avoid it. Cheng Chuan instantly locked the meridians and stared. My eyes widened, and I stayed still.

"Take hands to my people, it's time to fight." Cheng Chuan turned his fingers into his palms again and slapped the black mamba.

"Papa......"

The crisp slapped sounds one after another, everyone couldn't help taking a breath.

Lehman's eyes were red. He knew that Cheng Chuan was trying to save face for himself.

"Slap..." Cheng Chuan's last slap directly knocked the steel-hard Black Mambaguero ten meters away, and fell in front of the captain of the Biochemical Special Forces, Flying Eagle Dawson.

"Useless things..." Dawson kicked Queiro on the head, kicking him fainted, not seeing him or not.

"You are Cheng Chuan, the person designated by the guys from the Ministry of National Defense. You shouldn't show up in front of me."

Flying Eagle Dawson knew Cheng Chuan's identity, and looked at Cheng Chuan with great interest, like a lion looking at his prey.

"I don't want to appear in front of you either, but fate dictates that since it has already appeared, should we go through it?"

Cheng Chuan also wanted to know more about the biochemical man. This Flying Eagle Dawson sounded like it had an advantage in speed.

"Hmph, you are very confident, but unfortunately it's useless. When you meet me, you are considered moldy in your eighth lifetime, Cheng Chuan, give you ten minutes. If you can meet me, count me as losing, I just end myself."

Flying Eagle Dawson looked at Cheng Chuan contemptuously. He had two hundred percent confidence in his speed.

When Cheng Chuan heard Dawson say this, the secret path was not good. Since he dared to pack the ticket like this, it seems that Dawson's speed must surpass his imagination.

Sure enough, Cheng Chuan knew the bad thing as soon as he did it, and he couldn't even touch the corner of Dawson's clothes.

Cheng Chuan secretly said that if it was Lehman, it was estimated that Dawson would be affected by a destroying lightning.

"Sure enough, one thing drops one thing." Cheng Chuan could not help but stopped, looking at Dawson helplessly.

"If you have the ability to come over and fight, what kind of ability to hide all the time." Cheng Chuan could only play a trick if he couldn't touch Dawson.

"Hey, come here." Dao Sen smiled darkly, his figure instantly resembling a flash of lightning, and he stroked Cheng Chuan's right.

"His hiss..." Cheng Chuan felt a sharp pain in his right arm for an instant, and when he turned his head to the side, he found that a blood stain had been drawn on his right arm.

And Dawson's hands are wearing a pair of shiny silver claw sleeves. At this moment, his right hand claw sleeves are still stuck with a few traces of blood from Cheng Chuan.

"UI."

"Cheng Chuan, my speed can be said to be as fast as lightning, I dare to say that the speed is second, who dares to send first."

Dawson licked the blood on his paw sleeve and said arrogantly.

But his words directly caused the little white cat to escape from the metal disc in an instant.

"Meow, meow..." The little white cat crouched on Cheng Chuan's shoulder and called to him a few times.

"Why? Xiaobai, you want to shoot? He is very strong and fast. Can't you do it?"

Cheng Chuan deliberately said that the rare star pet Feitian Baihu wanted to show off. He wanted to see how strong it was.

"Meow meow meow..." Flying White Tiger directly expressed his anger in a sweet and adorable voice.

"Cheng Chuan, are you so funny, do you think you can scare me when you come out with a little wild cat?"

Flying Eagle Dawson really did not live for himself, since he dare to say that Flying White Tiger is a little wild cat, Cheng Chuan couldn't help but mourn for him.

In the next second, before everyone's eyes blinked, Cheng Chuan's little white cat had appeared on Dawson's shoulder.

Dawson was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, he didn't even see how the little white cat moved.

A shimmering paw stopped on his throat, Dawson groaned, and swallowed his saliva. The atmosphere did not dare to take a breath, for fear that the little white cat could not help but do it.

"You little wild cat, go away..."

Dawson was only halfway through his words, his throat was grabbed and severed by Flying White Tiger, his head fell to the ground, and he couldn't catch his eyes.

Teleportation, white tiger killing, holy spirit beast, it is really not easy.

Poor Flying Eagle Dawson, he didn't want to understand until he died, he died because of the wrong words.

The next second, the little white cat appeared on Cheng Chuan's shoulders again, stretched out lazily, and continued to lie down to sleep.

It's just that no one will underestimate this cute and vicious little white cat.

"You guys, who wants to come over and try?" Cheng Chuan felt that he was a bit pretending, but it didn't matter, it was his pet anyway.

However, the biochemical special forces had already dispersed, and in an instant, only Dawson's body and the unconscious Quero were left on the ground.

"Well, there is no one who can fight, Xiaobai, you have done something." Cheng Chuan touched the head of the little white cat, and he squinted with enjoyment, and accepted Cheng Chuan's favor.

"Lehman, arrange for someone to sweep the battlefield, and then we will talk."

Cheng Chuan pointed to the ground, turned and left the battle hall first.