The Legend of the Dragon King

Jiang Mae dialed the Soul Conductor Newsletter, but a busy voice came from the other side.

“Nobody picked it up, I think he was training at the bar, shutting down the bloodshed.” Jiang Mae shrugged helplessly.

“I don't care, you find him, or I'll pretend to be you today.” Ling Dance Moon was furious.

“Are you being reasonable?” Jiang May is also angry.

“Since when have I been reasonable with you? I don't make sense. What are you gonna do? No, no, no!” Ling Dance Moon is angry right now.

“Never mind, don't bother. Wait, I'll try again. I'm telling you, don't be angry with me! I'm already helping you. This has nothing to do with me. Why should I lay down my gun? Besides, don't think you can win by wearing your own armor. He is also a second-word armorer. He still has the strength over me. It's all normal fighting, and you can't play. ”

“Huh, just contact me.” Ling Dang Yue's anger has diminished by a few points. Today, it really has nothing to do with Jiang May.

Jiang Mai broadcast Tang Mailin's communication number several times, but no one answered it.

Tang Mailin did close the blood circle at this time, and during the cultivation, he least wanted to be disturbed by others. At this point, he was in the gravity training room, carrying a golden dragon gun, stabbed one shot at the other in the front.

Long guns use a foundation and there are several types of actions. This is the learning method he found in Tangmen. Spikes, that's the most basic kind.

Spikes, chops, puffs, dots, these are all gun tricks.

After the first battle between Tang Dynasty Lin and Ling Dynasty Moon today, he found his shortest place, but these foundations. And to really use this formula, he has to improve the foundation, strong foundation, to better understand what Chifu means.

So he was in the gravity training room, adjusting gravity to five times the intensity, holding a golden dragon gun, simply practicing the basics.

On average, thirty shots are stabbed per minute, each shot is fully focused, the Qi God is fully integrated into his own perception of the gun, and does not use the power of soul and blood, that is, purely stabbed shots after shots, constantly familiar with the feeling when the Golden Dragon is stabbed out.

He didn't know how long it would take him to really feel, but he believed that as long as he continued to practice, his foundation would surely become stronger.

Just stabbing, no other moves, over and over again, tireless. With his strength, it is not difficult to support such exercises. The natural circulation of dragon nuclei, the energy provided to him, and the recovery of his body, even five times the gravity, are just a little more expensive. This is already the ultimate in gravity training rooms.

Even Tang Mailin didn't know how long it had passed before he finally felt his arms start to acidify and gradually felt some magic in the process of stabbing the Golden Dragon Gun.

Long outlet, wiped a sweat on his face, nodded satisfactorily. Feeling a little bit better, go back to rest and continue.

He's got a game behind him, and naturally he can't practise here all the time.

Out of the training room, when he had just opened the blood ring, the blood ring shook up.

“May, what's wrong?” Connected to the newsletter, Tang Mailin asked in confusion.

“What else did you ask me? You're killing me. Where are you?” Jiang Mae said a little dying.

“Ah?” said Tang Mailin in astonishment. "What's wrong with you? I'm in the gravity training room. Where are you?”

“Wait for me at the door, we'll be right over. ”

Correspondence hangs up. Tang Mailin is really misty. What's going on? Is it because of yesterday's confession? Yesterday's confession said that he would kill him today.

After wiping the sweat, after a moment of kung fu, the two of them ran over.

Running ahead was a woman officer who looked tall, long, with a slightly wider shoulder and a slightly harder face, but a large pair of eyes glistened, a short hair standing like a steel needle, and a refreshing appearance.

Jiang Mae followed her, but her eyes were agnostic and her face looked depressed.

“Are you Dandelion Tang? Don, is that you?” Ling Dance Moon arrived in front of Tang Dance Lin a few steps later and asked.

Tang Danglin stunned for a moment and looked at Jiang May.

Jiang Mae laughed bitterly: "Did you run into a dart in the mechanical game? ”

Tang Mailin spoke out: “How do you know? ”

Jiang Mae pointed to Ling Dance Moon, “Isn't that her? Since when do you have the soul of the Dragon King? How could I not know? She's looking for you. ”

Ling Dang Moon glanced at Tang Danglin. There was no anger in his eyes, but a great deal of curiosity.

Whatever you think, Dandelion Tang is in his early twenties. He looks really nice. His eyes are even prettier than his own. If he changed his hair, he would be a beautiful woman.

Slim and pulled out. Ling Dance Moon's eyes are quite picky, but he can't see any shortcomings from Tang Dance Lin's appearance.

“That's right, I'm Don. You're the one with the darts? Ling Dance Moon?” Tang Mailin asked.

Ling Dance Moon snorted coldly, “Yes, it's me! ”

Tang Mailin said: “What do you want from me? ”

Ling Dang Moon said: “I came to see you for another fight, one real battle. I'm uncomfortable. ”

“Yes!” said Tang Mailin.

This time Ling Dang Moon was surprised. She thought Tang Dang Lin would get away with it, but didn't expect to see a leap in his eyes at this time.

Jiang Mae said: "Come on, crazy woman, I'm done, you guys go play. ”

“Call me crazy again and I'll kill you.” Ling Dance Moon said harshly.

Jiang Mae turned a white eye, “I'd better never see you again. If you don't call me, how can I call you? I'm gone." Turn around and run.

Tang Dynasty Lin practiced shooting for more than three hours, Ling Dynasty Moon has been haunting him for more than three hours, letting him constantly beat his soul to guide communication. Jiang Mae can't help it, I can't piss this one off! These three hours have had to be milled.

"Where are we going?" said Tang Dynasty Lin, looking at the deserted Jiang Mai. ”He has now adapted to his Blood Camp status and stopped calling him sir. In the case of Tang Dynasty Lin, Ling Dynasty Moon had already been pulled out of Jiang Mai for more than three hours.

“Mechanical versus battlefield, come with me. ”

The Blood Legion is fully equipped, and the armor is naturally available for the battlefield and is very advanced.

Mechanical armor versus theatre and Tang Dynasty Lin were much bigger and much higher than the last battle room versus Jiang May. Two hundred meters in diameter and seventy meters in height, itself underground, so, before on the ground, Tang Mailin did not see such a large building.

The use of mechanical armor against the battlefield is to pay for merit. After Ling Dang Yue paid, this walked in with Tang Danglin.

“Listen to Jiang May, you are quite defensive, I won't be merciful later.” Ling Dang Moon glanced at Tang Dang Lin.

“Okay.” Dandelion replied, still simple and straightforward. He looked forward to seeing how powerful Ling Dance Moon was in full swing. With the ability to manipulate her armor, if it were to manipulate her own armor, it would be very strong.

Of course, Tang Mailin didn't intend to manipulate the armor and fight her herself, which is no different from looking for abuse. He will also face his strongest state to sharpen his marksmanship.

Standing a hundred meters away, Ling Dang Moon took a deep breath, the original raging eyes quickly converged, it turned cold in a short time, but her impatience does not mean that she will also be in battle. On the contrary, she stays calm throughout the battle. Being an ace mechanic depends entirely on strength!

You know, the Ace Mechanic division of the Legion of Blood God is completely different from the Ace Mechanic division outside.

As soon as her hands were lifted, a black light appeared in front of her, and the shadow quickly magnified, a black armor that had reached eight metres in height.

Though Tang Mai Lin already had a prediction in his heart, when he really saw Ling Mai Yue using black mechanical armor, he couldn't help but breathe a sip of cool air.

Black mechanics are not terrible in themselves, and scarily, in the hands of an Ace mechanic.

Whether it's speed, offensive capability, or weaponry, black mechanical armor versus fabricated mechanical armor, that's a heavenly underground, that's the gap between a 10,000-year-old soul ring and a 10-year soul ring!

In the face of such a person, Tang Mailin's eyes immediately became concentrated, focused, around the body, and the faint golden mist rose.

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