Demon’s Diary

And when all the black thorns were cut off, the green mantis puppet “shrugged," appeared as if a ghost appeared in front of Xiao Feng, the forelimbs moved, the two cold light dragon-like left and right cut.

Xiao Feng was shocked. He could not defend himself by any other means. He only had one side of his mind. The green light flashed on both arms and went straight to the two sides.

“Stop, your wooden martial arts have just been refined into a second layer, and you can't attack them directly with your flesh. ”

Two “when” and “when” sounds!

Zhu Qi appeared in front of Xiao Feng with a gloomy face. One finger bounced off, and the two cold lights scattered.

Not only that, even the puppet took a few steps back after a massive shock.

Jin Yu saw this situation, his eyes flashed fiercely. The two forelimbs of the green mantis wiped once again, and he tried to bully himself in front of him again.

But here again, he was surrounded by a shadow, and Dazhi appeared there, patting him on the shoulder to stop him from continuing to provoke the puppet beast, and smiling at Zhu Qi across the street.

“In this round, we also admit to losing. I'm afraid you can manipulate this green mantis puppet yourself. You did find the most suitable heir.” Zhu Qi took a deep breath after re-measuring the shady teenager.

The clock outside the circle is Tao Aung, and sighed long after seeing this situation.

Xiao Feng's performance just now cannot be said to be bad. It is just that the mantis puppet manipulated by the shady teenager is amazing. At its speed, if it is under active attack first, I am afraid the general opponent does not even have time to impose it.

Is it true that this time, their Nine Baby Mountains are going to be wiped out!

Zhong, Aunt Dao, thought of this place, his heart laughed bitterly, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at Liu Ming beside him, then came a few accidents.

At this time, Liu Ming did not have the anxiety or panic she imagined, but stood there calmly, as if the failure of the previous two rounds had no effect on her at all.

“Well, it's hard to stay in a good mood. For the last time, don't use too much pressure, just do your best!” Zhu Qi returned with Xiao Feng, full of his face, and after seeing Liu Ming so calm, he also praised Liu Ming.

“Yes, Uncle Zhu, I will try.” Liu Ming bowed down and replied respectfully.

At this time, a 15-16 year old fine young man also walked out of the crowd in the opposite Nine Hills, with a long blood-red scar on his forehead and two long swords behind his back, one stop into the circle, gave an unusually fierce feeling.

“This breath… No, this is body repair. Dazhi Dashang, is he really your disciple?” Zhong's face suddenly changed after her aunt Tao sensed the breath coming from a strong teenager.

“Don't worry, Fairy Chung, Ufei was personally received at the Kai Ling Festival. He also relied on the strength of the flesh to endure the opening of the soul pain, without being overwhelmed by one of the disciples. Although this door is famous for puppeteering, it seems normal that some disciples under the door choose to be physically fit together.” When the old man with white hair touched his beard, he said with a smile on his face, but the slightest colour of pride in his eyes could be seen by anyone.

Physical repair is not the path that ordinary spirituals can choose. None of them are stronger than ordinary people, and can endure unbearable suffering from ordinary people before they can be born by refining all kinds of hammers of flesh.

And for the disciple of the Spirit, peer-to-peer body repair is more like the existence of a gram star. Even at the psychic stage, physical repair in some special occasions can exert a special power that the general psychic does not have, so even though physical repair is extremely difficult to cultivate, the major gates will try to select several people in each disciple to specialize in physical repair of roads.

Dazhi Dashang and his two chosen contest disciples this time, although they are really new disciples with little time to get started, they all have a lot of history, otherwise how dare you put forward the demands of fighting to determine spiritual fruits.

Zhu Qijian can only laugh and stop saying anything.

If he and Zhong Tao Auntie had seen Liu Ming's calm appearance and had a few hopeful hearts, he could now fall directly to the last bit.

Once Liu Ming sensed the fierce breath of a strong teenager, he frowned, but immediately unfolded and walked up without panic.

At first sight, Liu Ming stepped into the circle, his face flashed sharply, his arms moved, and he drew out two long swords behind him. At the same time, after reading words in his mouth, his body became a layer of metallic shine. After a blur, his head was more than half tall, his hands and feet were also more than a circle thicker. At first glance, he actually looked somewhat similar to the secret technique of excitation potential used by Liu Ming.

Liu Ming saw the situation, his eyes flashed, and his words began to be read in his mouth. At the same time, a black gas flashed from his body.

Strong teenager shouted low, two swords danced like a wheel in his hand, and once he stepped hard on the ground, it turned into a cold forest wind straight into a storm.

“Pfft.

A fireball a lap bigger than a regular firebomb, when it ejected across the street, instantly struck a wind that couldn't escape.

Liu Ming's body power is mostly pure, and even with the same firebomb technique, the power is significantly stronger than that of ordinary spirituals.

After a blast, the flames rolled and the wind was slightly trembling.

But after a cold hum, the sharp blade wind swept out all the flames. He still rushed to the side of Liu Ming and rushed into the ten lengths.

Zhu Qi and Zhong Dao Aunt outside the circle were so fierce at first sight, they couldn't help but look at each other and smile bitterly again.

At this moment, the two of you really don't have any hope of winning Liu Ming anymore.

“Pfft," "Pfft," two more red fireballs bounced out of Liu Ming's hand, striking the wind again.

At such a close distance, even if the body of a robust teenager is far stronger than one would normally imagine, after rolling a roll of flame in front of his eyes, he felt the two arms dancing the sword sinking, some overburdened.

The teenager's heart was shocked, but he also knew that he could only enter at this time but could not retreat. After a loud drink, his arms exhausted their full strength by a single point, and he actually split the flame in front of him again. At the same time, his body suddenly jumped and turned into a fictional rush to Liu Ming Flying.

In his imagination, it would naturally not be possible to have time to perform any more spells after releasing so many fireballs in such a short period of time, and the battle would naturally end once the body was close.

When the two strong teenagers really got up and down, when they really rushed to the front of Liu Ming, they didn't see the color of Ren Panic from the other side's face. Instead, the corner of the opponent's mouth rose with a slight sarcastic smile.

“No…”

Strong teenagers perceive inappropriateness almost immediately, just trying to take a protective position, but they are already late.

Liu Ming's lips fluttered with one hand and two red fireballs flashed out.

After two sounds of “Boom” and "Boom”, the strong teenager's two long swords flew out with his hands, and his body flew with a raw blow. He was caught in a rolling wave.

“Fire ammunition small-scale, no, the speed of implementation so quickly, seems to have entered the small-scale completion realm for a short time. ”

This sudden spin made the outside of the circle sound out loud, while the wooden crown elderly next to him had swung directly into the circle. After shaking his big sleeve, he extinguished the flame on the strong teenager.

But how simple is the superimposed power of the two firebombs? Even though this monk's hand is timely, the bright teenager has fallen unconscious on the ground in scorch.

“Okay, good. I didn't expect a new introductory disciple in a district to be able to master firebomb technology to such an extent, and this game is not unjust. His body power has passed through a bit of purity. Otherwise, ordinary Spiritual Musketeering would not have been as powerful. Zhu Daoyou Zhong Fairy, you still have your hands.” The old wooden crown man glanced at the teenager on the ground, and there was a slight anguish in his eyes. When he first looked at Willow, his eyes glanced a little cold.

“Ha ha, the words of Daoyou could have wronged both of us. When did this disciple cultivate the firebomb technology to these realms, neither of us knew beforehand the shadow of" Liu Ming beside him, Zhu Qi also flashed, raised his hand and slapped Liu Ming on his shoulder, his face was full of delight.

The bell named Dao Auntie, who looked at me later, was also an unusual expression of surprise.

It was too unexpected that Liu Ming was able to win this round so unexpectedly. In this way, their travelers finally returned empty-handed. Otherwise, not only did they not get one of the spiritual fruits, but they could not raise their heads in front of Dazhi Dashang in the future.

As for Liu Ming practicing fire bomb technique to Xiaocheng, whether the magic power in the body is pure or not, the comparison is small.

Their eyes on Liu Ming at this moment are also filled with expressions of praise and comfort.

“Okay, two wins in three innings, you can pick a third of the spiritual fruit. However, my husband also has a suggestion that I don't know if the two Taoists would be interested in another round.” Dazhi waited for the disciple under the door to take the fine young man out of the circle, suggested the medicine to heal the wound, looked at Liu Ming and suddenly said another word.

“What does that mean?” Zhu blushed and his face sank.

Zhong Dao Aunt also walked up without speaking and stood side by side with the haircut man, gazing at each other.

“It's simple. I think your disciple is good, so why not let him and Woo fight again! If Woo Er wins, your spiritual fruit will remain. And if your disciples win, two-thirds of the fruit in our hands belongs to you. How about you two friends? Whatever you think about this, you're taking advantage of it!” After a glance at each other, the old man with white hair said very tacitly and slowly.

“What, two-thirds of our spirits!” Zhu Qi's heart was pounding. He was really pounding.

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