Doomsday Pavilion

(For the bottle cap...cough cough, add more to the orange wheat field!)

"Boom!"

Lin Chou rubbed his head and got up from the bed.

Under the silver fir, the mountain master slammed the tree trunk with a grin, and smiled silly, "Hehehe, Brother Lin, Brother, I'm Tier 3!"

I TM have a saying I don’t know if I’m not sure if I’m not talking about it. If you are third-order, can you disturb people’s dreams?

Believe it or not, three seconds will let you know how terrible is the wake up mood from Boss Lin?

"Order! Tomahawk steak!"

How shrewd Shan Ye is like a monkey, can he still see Lin Chou's stinky face?Immediately use the lore skills.

Lin Chou smiled with Yan Yue, "Well, I will come right away when Mr. Lin takes a bath."

If you have money and don't make a bastard, what is it to get up and get angry?

Shan Ye triumphantly sat cross-legged on a table and waved Fang Yao to point Jiang Shan, a series of grinning, "Wow, khaka, khaka..."

I habitually wanted to touch the beard, but only touched a face full of stubble, "Well, it's a bit uncomfortable to give it back to his mother."

Bai Qiongshou was sincerely happy for Lord Shan, "Hehe, Dashan is finally in the third order, okay."

Shan Ye shook his leg and waved his hand, his tone was like the emperor who rewarded his loyal ministers and generals.

"My grandpa is happy, today we amnesty the world... well... I'm a bit poor recently, grandpa invited me for the morning drink!"

Bai Qiongshou really wanted to kick that triumphant face under the table. It was too cheap to speak.

The handsome boy who was known as the boy chicken asked yearningly, "Master Shan, how did you break through, and how did you feel when you broke through?"

Shan Ye scratched his head and sighed, "In fact, it was already Tier 3, the night before, I drank too much, and when I slept it was Tier 3... I was so confused and stared yesterday, but I didn’t notice it. As for how it feels, um, I'm asleep, I don't feel anything."

See it, this TM is a blessing for a fool.

After six or seven years in the first-level advanced class, a guinea fowl became the second-order. It only took a month, and this product is again third-order.

You are the worst cheating in the whole world. If you don't accept it, you will be convinced!

Shen Feng said bitterly, "MD, I practice three-nines and three-nines in summer, MD, there is no such thing as a meal."

Huang Dashan was unhappy, "Hey, hey, that guy, it’s the same as the mutant being promoted to Chinese cabbage and don’t need money. Lao Tzu has been fighting in the wilderness for twenty years, twenty years ago you were not sure at that time. It's still a sack carrying sacks on the dock!"

Shen Feng didn't come up in one breath, almost vomiting blood.

"Humph!"

"Wow."

A big face is blocking the dining room door.

Shan Ye is in a very good mood, "Brother Lin, Master Gungun asks you what you have for breakfast."

Lin Chou said angrily, "Eat dirt!"

A big-breasted sister who was in the back kitchen struggling to clean the dishes looked up and said, "Be respectful to Lord Gungun, otherwise I..."

Lin Chou knocked on the plate in her hand, "Otherwise, what? It's not up to the standard, brush again, once again with cold water, once with hot water, and again with cold water."

Chi just bowed his head and made the mistake first. Before paying the debt, it is better to clean the dishes honestly.

The women of the blood god tribe never evade their own mistakes.

With a grieved cry, he walked back down the hillside step by step.

Boy Ziji asked curiously, "What did Gungun adults do?"

Shan Ye grinned, "Go and get the breakfast."

"Take it? Where is the billowing breakfast hidden?"

Everyone looked at the immature boy chicken, the sixth-order strange animal, with foolish eyes, and the whole wilderness was lighted up. Why isn't it the billowing adults' table?

Shan Ye persuaded him in the tone of someone who came over, "Brother Lin, it's not that the old man said you, look at you, it's been two months, you have been promoted to a level and a half, guarding such a urinary medicated diet, or In the golden age of first-order awakening, there must be a great leap forward. When I was first-order Shan Ye...that was..."

Bai Qiong interrupted with a look of contempt,

"Huang Dashan, you are enough! Lord Bai, I watched you all the way up. If I remember correctly, it took you nineteen years and more than two hundred and ninety years. Oh my god? On the contrary, after Brother Lin came, you even went up to level four in one month. What do you want?"

"Cough cough cough"

Shan Ye coughed fiercely, "I mean, what, brother Lin, this is not, it's a first-order, right, work hard, it's okay to understand the power of the bloodline, and ponder the origin..."

Lin Chou thoughtfully said, "Yeah, what Shan Ye said makes sense. I have never been like others to retreat and understand the origin. Well, I should try."

Close, retreat?

Then TM is going to be out of food again?

"My brother, it's useless to retreat."

"That's right, Boss Lin, don't listen to some people's nonsense. It's all nonsense. Just as Boss Lin, you are such an awakener with outstanding qualifications, your realm has to rise while eating and drinking."

Lin Chou glared at him, there must be a limit to nonsense, "Do you look at your buddy's position, have you moved a little bit?"

Shen Feng poured a glass of wine silently,

"Your old man wants a fart for that level. The weight of a twelve-ton fist, and eight Huang Dashan a piece is not enough for you to punch."

Huang Dashan is blinded, Bai Qiong is blinded, everyone is blinded,

"What do you say about the stinky beggar?"

Shen Feng was furious, TM martial artist is poor, I am not going to beg for food?

Shan Ye looked impatient, "Hurry up, what's the matter?"

"Brother Lin tried his fist weight yesterday. A single fist weighed 12 tons."

Damn, fuck!

Twelve...t??

Shan Ye whispered, "Master Bai, how much do you weigh?"

Bai Qiong was embarrassed, "I haven't tested it specifically, it's about 1,800 kilograms."

"Hey, there are a lot of Lord Bai, an agile evolving person, I am only a little over two tons."

"It feels like I'm a fake second-order, I'm two thousand one hundred kilograms."

"Where is Shan Ye?"

Huang Dashan felt it, "About 3,600 to 3,900 kilograms."

Everyone sighed for a while, "Boss Lin, your awakened blood must be related to strength, right?"

"Shit, what do you say about this mountainous magic plant?"

"A bunch of idiots, boss Xiaolin is obviously from the blood of God of Cooking, otherwise how would you explain this medicated diet?"

Bai Qiong coughed twice, "Quiet, openly talking about other people's awakening bloodlines, do you want to stay in Base City?"

When it came to the base city, everyone suddenly sighed and changed the subject naturally.

"Mother, when can you go home?"

"Ugh..."

Shen Feng's mouth, MD is not the point at all, the point is...

Forget it, anyway, even if he said that this group of evolutionary people with muscle polymers in their brains would not understand at all, just how terrifying the lethal power of mechanical precision control can be exerted.