The Legend of the Dragon King

Chapter 37 Fighting

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“That was embroidered by my sister. ”

The petals on the quilt are purple and the outer ring is silver. It's not perfect, but it's Nar's.

Tang Mailin also clearly remembered sitting next to Na, smiling and watching her embroider on her quilt, and making fun of her, saying, "What a little crooked flower, no Na is beautiful.

“Kid, you keep that in mind, here, it's up to me.” The circumferential stream stretches out its thumb, pointing to its own chest.

The clouds sitting on the other side of the bed suddenly felt something wrong, and the temperature in the room seemed to have been affected by something and seemed to have decreased somewhat.

Then he saw Don Mailin raise his head slowly.

His eyes have turned red, his hands clenched into fists, and his "crackling” bones crisp.

Zhou Zhiqi's chin was raised high, "Are you biting me? ”

Tang Mailin moved, like a loaded shell, and jumped into the surrounding creek. The right fist swung, and the air made a series of air explosions. Almost instantly in front of the surrounding creek.

Zhou Zhongxi is not a fool either. Of course, he can see the possibility of an outbreak of Don Mailin. He is already ready. I watched him punch himself in the eye and shoot him in the right hand, trying to slap his fist aside.

“Bang!”

“Boom!”

“Wow! ”

The first voice was the sound of Tang Danglin's fist in Zhou Zhuangxi's palm. His judgment was accurate and he did win. However, his palm was like a giant tree and could not shake Tang Danglin's fist at all.

The second sound, Tang Danglin's fist had been smashed into his chest, and in the low muffled noise, he directly flew away.

Finally, the body of the surrounding creek flew out, the sound of a broken window, and his entire person flew directly out of the dormitory, flying out of the second floor.

“Ah!” The screams followed.

Yun Xiaoxiao had sat completely out of bed at this moment. He looked at Tang Mailin, who smelled like a tyrannosaurus all over his body at this moment. He didn't even feel the book in his hand.

Zhou Zhuangxi, Wushu Mighty Ape, Powerful Lv11 Warrior Soul Master. Assigned to Class Five and this dormitory only because of his low soul strength. However, he is the strongest and most powerful of his peers ever seen by the clouds.

Yun Xiao is perfectly certain that Tang Dynasty Lin did not have any spiritual power attached to the punch of Zhou Zhuang Creek. Just such a pure punch.

Because martial souls are powerful apes, the bones of the surrounding creek are unusual and much heavier than normal people. So, although he was only nine years old, he actually weighed more than an adult.

But he was so tough, but Tang Danglin punched him and ran out the window. How powerful is that?

At this moment, a man walked in through the door. Black sportswear with a cold face. As he walked into the dormitory door, he saw something scattered all over the place, his eyebrows wrinkled, kicked open Tang Danglin scattered supplies with his feet, and coldly said to Tang Danglin, who blocked the front: “Get out of the way. ”

Tang Mailin's emotions at this time were already in a state of extreme instability. His voice smiled all over his head, and the perimeter creek stepped on the quilt. In his mind, it was like stepping on Na. The cold-blooded teenager kicked open his necessities and undoubtedly became the fuse.

“You want to die!” Tang Danglin roared and pounced toward each other. Another punch!

Cold and arrogant teenager didn't even look at him, his feet slightly crossed, his body flashed one step aside, avoiding Tang Danglin fist, while his elbows swept across his back, his left foot extended down.

Suddenly, Dandelion flew out under the dual power of himself and him. However, this time the direction of the flight is no longer the window, but the doorway of the dormitory.

Yun Xiao swallowed a sip of saliva. In junior college, he had the title of a smart multistar in his class, but today he suddenly felt that his brain seemed a little out of use. What's going on here?

“Bastard!” The roar of Tang Dynasty Lin rang again, this time his voice spread all over the hall. The wind-like figure swept back into the dormitory and hit the cold-blooded teenager again.

There was a glimmer of surprise in the eyes of the cold-blooded teenager. He never knew what it meant to hold hands. At that moment, he was pushing hard, but the other party could climb up so fast. Moreover, when he just hit his elbow on the back of Tang Mailin, he clearly felt a slight backlash from his back, which made him lose a lot of strength.

Lifting, turning, kicking. The three moves were completed instantly like cloud running water, not only avoiding Tang Danglin's punch, but also sweeping his foot across his back, kicking him up, severely smashing him on the upper floor previously chosen by Tang Danglin.

The wooden upper pavement was broken into pieces and the clothes on Tang Mailin were torn apart in various places.

The cold-blooded teenager landed on the floor, just on a quilt spread out on the floor by Don Mae Lin, and happened to step on that little Donal embroidered flower.

Tang Mailin shouted angrily, "Why are you city people so bad?” White light surged, the white 10-year soul ring rose from under his feet, a fine vine-shaped blue silver grass swarmed out and poured toward the cold-blooded teenager.

Blue Silver Grass Ten Year Soul Circle, Tang Dynasty Lin First Soul Technique, entangled!

A fine vine fills the entire bedroom almost instantly, and the cold-blooded teenager, though handy, cannot avoid so many vines in this narrow space.

But he reacted very quickly, lifting his right hand and shining a golden glow in his hand, while raising a yellow circle of soul under his feet, the golden light flashed, drawing an arc in the air, chopping off the blue silver grass that jumped at him.

His strike was very accurate, and the golden dagger accurately struck every entangled blue-silver grass, but he was surprised that the blue-silver grass, though shaken apart, had not been cut directly as he had imagined.

Bad! Cold and arrogant teenagers cry out in their hearts. If he moves back the first time, there is also the possibility of running out the dormitory door to avoid it. But without cutting off the blue silver grass, more blue silver grass has come up. He swept away instantly and wrapped his whole person around a sturdy.

The soul rings sparkle under the feet of the cold-blooded teenager, the blade flashes on the dagger on his hand, and there is a slight dragon roar. Try your best to break free of the blue silver grass. But at this point, a fist was constantly magnifying in front of him.

“Bang--”