Douluo's Stalking Lottery System

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The sword aura that Yang Ming gave out under his anger was not simple, even if it was just shot with his fingertips, it was quite astonishing, and the sharp aura hit his face.

At the moment, his unhappy complexion changed suddenly, and he did not expect that this small-looking boy in front of him had such a strength, he was carelessly lost in Jingzhou, although he withdrew his hands in time with his years of experience in the world.

However, how sharp is Yang Ming's sword qi, even if it is just a light stroke from his middle finger, he is a flesh and blood body, and he is not a spirit master who is good at defense. The unhappy middle finger was cut off on the spot!

Snapped!

The broken middle finger fell on the table, and from the smooth incision, Yang Ming's sword energy could be described as effortless.

"what!"

A scream drew the attention of the guests in the teahouse.

Seeing a conflict between the two soul masters, the other guests' complexions changed slightly, and they hurriedly checked out and fled from this place of right and wrong.

The five fingers connected to the heart, and the pain of the broken middle finger continued to surge like a tide.

His unhappy face was blue, his teeth clenched, his masseter muscles protruding, but he was also an experienced soul master. He stepped back again and again, pulling the distance between Yang Ming and at the same time his teeth pulled his clothes and tore a piece of cloth, urgently Bandage the wound on the middle finger.

"You stinky boy, you are offending me!"

Staring at Yang Ming with an unhappy expression, he was not a good person. In the original book, he even wanted to forcefully do something indescribable with Xiao Wu.

At this moment, the forty-sixth level of spirit power surged up on the body's surface, two yellow and two purple spirit rings appeared on the feet.

Behind the unhappiness, Martial Soul emerged.

The unhappy Wuhun is extremely weird, with two pink semicircular covers about the size of a steamed bun.

The moment the Martial Spirit appeared, he immediately floated above his head. The man with dark skin originally appeared with two pink Martial Spirits on his head, as disgusting as he was.

But I have to say that if he is not willing to molest Bao Baofeng in public, he naturally has enough confidence to reach the level of the forty-sixth-level soul sect.

The constant pain from the severed finger made my unhappy heart mad. Even with the fate of being wanted, Yang Ming must be killed on the spot to vent his hatred!

Thinking of this, the second yellow spirit ring on his body lit up while unhappy spirit power surged.

Hum!

As the unhappy spirit ring lights up, the martial spirits floating up and down above his head continue to magnify and grow to half the size of a human at a speed visible to the naked eye. Accompanied by a whistling sound, they are actually trying to cover Yang Ming's pocket. inside.

Weird martial arts, weird spirit skills!

But since he dared to do so, it was definitely not groundless, but he had his scheme in it.

Yang Ming glanced at the corner of his eyes and looked out of the window. He had already seen the secret whistle in the Wuhun Temple nearby. Obviously, someone was paying attention to this side, hating his unhappiness, and daring to disturb his good deeds.

"Sister Bao'er, interrupt his three legs for me."

"Boss, don't worry, leave it to me!"

Feng Baobao slapped the table suddenly, tapped the stool with his toe, and the whole person was tumbling up, two jade arms like lotus roots were raised, and the pink fists clenched tightly, making an attacking hand gesture.

He smiled unhappily, with a pair of eyes with a strange light, looking up and down Bao Bao Feng, at the moment the two covers turned their directions, and they actually covered Bao Bao Feng's head.

From Bao Bao Feng, Bu Le couldn't notice the slightest soul power at all, just as she was an ordinary girl.

As a control type spirit master, once the figure is controlled by his cover, wouldn't he let him knead?113 novel www.113xs.com

When I thought of tying Feng Bao Bao's graceful figure, I suddenly breathed a short while unhappy, and a certain part of his body was about to move.

Unfortunately, the unhappy dream is destined to be just a dream.

"Awei eighteenth style, no discount for all work!"

A waterfall of black hair was flying behind his head, and Bao Bao Feng slapped both palms together, instantly giving people a sense of horror as thunder.

"The flying dragon is in the sky!"

In the palm of Bai Yu's palm, a stunning blue lightning burst and flashed, fiercely messed up, and directly knocked out the two covers!

The two hoods flew out at a much faster speed than before, and never grazed the cheeks on both sides of Unhappy. The edges were polished as sharp as a blade, leaving two oblique blood marks on his dark face. .

Unhappy, the whole person was stunned.

Only he himself knows how strong his martial soul control ability is. Under the influence of his spirit ability, it is easy to dodge, but it is quite difficult to knock his martial soul into the air, even if it is more advanced than him. His Soul Sect, he has the confidence to seize the opportunity to catch the opponent.

But what did he see?

This young girl in front of her is actually a martial arts soul who slapped him with one palm?

If only this is the case, the unhappiness can still be explained by one's own fascination and not using all his strength.

But when he wanted to summon Wuhun to come back to help, he actually faintly felt that Wuhun was out of his control!

This is how the same thing?

Unhappy just turned his head, and from the corner of his eyes, Yang Ming looked like a flexible monkey, leaning over the table and stool blocking the way, touching his martial soul with one hand, and circles of gold wafted behind him. The ripples, a terrifying attraction, constantly absorbed his martial soul!

Damn it!

This boy is actually snatching my weapon spirit?

The scene in front of him directly shattered the three views of unhappiness for decades, so that when Bao Bao Feng's fist reached him, he was able to recover.

In the unhappy, frightened and terrified eyes, a white fist kept zooming in.

Click!

The sound of the bridge of the nose being interrupted suddenly violently, a huge force drove the unhappy whole person to spiral and fly away, until it hit the wall, it slipped and fell to the ground like a mangy dog.

Yang Ming had just used the treasure of the Wuhun King to take away the unhappy Wuhun, and there was a series of footsteps outside the door, gradually approaching this side.

"Unhappy this guy, when did he come to have tea in a teahouse with such a taste?"

It was a voice that sounded very magnetic and strong, and the standard baritone, if just listening to the voice, might have an unstoppable attraction to women over thirty.

"Is this guy looking for a girl, ready to be here in broad daylight?"

If the first voice is very beautiful, then the second voice is the other extreme. It is hoarse like a drake screaming, and coupled with the wretched content, it immediately gives people a disgusting feeling of falling into a pile of flies.

Hearing these two voices, the unhappiness in the semi-comatose was suddenly refreshed.

Fortunately, his mandible did not dislocate, urging some of the spirit power that was barely condensed, and shouted with great spirit:

"Old Goose, Tianya, help!"

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