Super God Gene

Next to the training field, there was a power meter. Liu Meng punched him hard on the power meter. The number on the power meter screen jumped fast and was finally rated on 1203.

“That's probably what my physique is, and one of the most powerful supernuclear genetics has unlocked three genetic locks, and if you haven't already, I can unlock only one, or control my power within a certain range.” Liu Meng said.

“No, just do your best, otherwise winning doesn't mean anything.” Hanson glanced at the power meter and said.

Liu Meng's eyes lit up: “Well said, this is exactly what I want. If you are good at soldier blades, feel free to use them. ”

“My fist is no worse than a soldier's blade.” Hanson said calmly.

“Okay, then I'll be fine.” Liu Meng's body burst into flames, tearing up space like a fireman, punching Hanson in the face door.

The flames and air friction made a grinning noise, and the fist with the red flame almost hit Hanson's head.

Boom!

Hanson also burst out, colliding with Liu Meng's fist, the silver thunder wrapped around his fist, colliding with the flame, emitting large pieces of thunder and spark.

The two men took a step backwards at the same time, and the next second, they stopped their shape at the same time, and their muscles burst up, bursting with horrible force, waving their fists at each other again.

Fists interact as fast as lightning and flames in the air. It is incredible that it is almost impossible to see the trajectory of their arms and fists. Only thunder and flames explode continuously between them, and nobody takes a step back.

Annie looked at the battle in the training field with a keen eye. If Hansen injured Liu Meng, it was bad, but Hansen's own injuries were no good either, which worried her a little.

At this time, in a room of the estate, an elegant old man with oceanic eyes and long blue hair is looking at the holographic images in front of him, which are, of course, images of the confrontation between Hanson and Liu Meng.

Next to the blue-haired old man, sits a brunette, who watches with interest the battle between the two.

If Hanson had any memories, he would have found this brunette, the one who had been thrown up at the bathroom door.

“Old friend, who do you think will win this duel?” The blue-haired old man looked at the battle image and asked Zhuodong around him.

“Your grandson's talent is even better than yours, and after so many semi-definites' pointers, he is naturally the first strong man of his age, but if I choose, I will choose Hanson to win.” Zhuodong came easy to say.

The blue-haired old man flashed a faint light, but still smiled. “Why is that? Do you think Hanson was better educated and trained than my grandson? Or is it because he's a descendant of Mr. Rowe? As far as I know, Mr. Hanson, although descended from Mr. Rowe, did not follow Mr. Rowe in his practice, even for one day, nor did he practice the Non-Book. ”

Zhuodong came to know the temper of the blue-haired old man. Although Greenland looked like an elegant old gentleman, Zhuodong, who had known him for many years, clearly knew that Green was stronger than anyone else to win and be stubborn.

Although Green said he rarely fought, that didn't mean he didn't, it was just that Gerson was arrogant and stubborn that the Rants were noble in blood and that people were not qualified to let the Rants fight them at all.

If Liu Meng invited Hansen, who was not from the Ro family, but someone else, Green would definitely stop the confrontation directly, because in Green's view, it was a very disguised thing.

Zhuodong smiled: “The reason I said Hanson would win is not because his last name was Ro, it had nothing to do with his possession of the Rothschild bloodline and the Non Book. I simply thought Hanson was the best of his generation. ”

“Better than my grandson?” Green turned his head and looked at Zhuodong to ask seriously.

In front of his old friend Zhuodong, Green did not deliberately disguise himself. He was very unhappy with Zhuodong's statement, and especially intensified his tone with the words "my grandson”.

When Zhuodong arrived, he laughed: "Yes, old friend, better than your grandson. ”

For many years, Zhuodong had no problem speaking in front of Green, not to mention Zhuodong's own little reckoning.

He was prepared to accept Hanson as a student, and naturally would not admit that his students were worse than Green's grandchildren, who had fought since they were young, and naturally would not show weakness in such matters.

Greenwich was already a little angry, but still promised elegance: "Well, since you think so, why don't we make a bet? ”

“How?” Zhuodong squeezed his eyes.

“If Hanson loses, please agree to my previous request and accept Liu Meng as a disciple to teach him the Purple House Fairy Scripture.” Green looked at Zhuodong brightly and said.

Zhuodong frowned when he arrived: “Old friend, I remember I told you, it's not that I refused to accept him, it's that Liu Meng's body is not suitable for practicing the Purple House Fairy Scripture. ”

“Never tried it. How do you know it doesn't fit? Liu Meng is the most brilliant genius in our Rant family, and I think he can.” Granton said, “If you're so confident in Hanson, you think he's going to win, what does it matter if you promise me? Or, in fact, you weren't so keen on Hanson, you just wanted to fight me, so you said he'd win? ”

Just as Zhuodong came to know Green, so did Green. These words may not be useful to others, but with Zhuodong's temper, Green did not believe that he would show weakness in front of himself.

“Of course Hanson wins.” Not surprisingly, Zhuodong refused to show weakness.

“In that case, what do you have to worry about? It's settled.” Green said with a smile.

“Wait, you don't have to do this. Hanson lost, I can accept Liu Meng as a disciple to pass on his" Zifu Immortal Scripture ", but what if Liu Meng lost? What are you going to do now, old friend?” Zhuodong squinted his eyes and looked at Green and said.

“My collections, you can pick them at will. Didn't you covet them for a long time?” Green laughed.

Zhuodong waved, "Those collections are good, but they cannot be compared to the value of my Purple House Fairy Scripture. ”

“So what do you want?” Green looked at Zhuodong and asked.

“The wheel of angels.” Zhuodong to slowly spit out four words.

Green's face changed dramatically, staring at Zhuodong for a long time without speaking.