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   "Boy, you are crazy, even dare to talk to me in this tone, do you know who I am?"
With that said, this man with a height of more than two meters and an extremely sturdy body, violently rounded his fierce eyes, raised the right arm of his muscular knot, and Pu Fan's large hand with a fierce force slapped towards Yang Ming. Come.
  Yang Ming wasn't polite to him either, his index finger and raised up, and the three-inch-long sword gas cut toward him without hesitation.
  Know that things like Jian Qi are invisible to the naked eye.
  The brawny man thought Yang Ming was pretending to compare, and wanted to use to carry his offensive. The corner of his mouth could not help but evoke a contemptuous cold arc.
   What kind of is alone.
   But that's all.
  Thinking like this in his heart, Yang Ming's fingertips had already been cut from the wide palms of his fan, and when they touched each other, the four fingers of the strong man broke off immediately and fell to the ground like mud.
   The sneer expression on the face of the strong man suddenly solidified, just like the wax figure in the wax museum, as stiff and unspeakable as funny.
  Ten fingers hurt even my heart, not to mention the pain of four fingers all broken off together?
Immediately afterwards, the irritating pain from the hand, as if the man was cut off the younger brother, rushed to the head. The strong man was like being hit by an electric current, the tiger's body shocked again and again, even because of excessive pain, the forehead oozed Cold sweat like a waterfall.
   "Ah! I will kill you!"
   Stimulated by the tragic results, the strong man's blood glared at his eyes, and his temples were one by one, which was particularly scary.
   Watching the brawny making trouble in the lounge and going to make trouble here, a neutral voice suddenly interrupted.
   "You all stop me!"
   Hearing this voice, even if there is no more resentment and unwillingness in the stomach, the strong man can't help but stop his movements.
Yang Ming turned his head to look around, but saw a middle-aged man in his forties who strode forward, and did not look at how he was acting. It seemed that he only took two steps and came to Yang Ming and the man. Between tall and strong men.
   "Don't you know that you can't fight privately in the Soul Fighting Preparation Area? This is the rule of the Great Fighting Soul Field! To fight, just go to the Fighting Soul Platform."
  That's what it says, but the middle-aged people have been staring at the strong man, obviously aiming at him, and on the other hand, protecting Yang Ming.
   The face of the strong man changed rapidly, his face purple, like a dissatisfied man, who was interrupted by the young man just after the gun was put on the horse. The feeling of suffocation was only known to his talents.
   "Director Ao, is it unfair for you to do this? Obviously this kid cut my finger first, why are you targeting me?"
   The middle-aged man called Ao's supervisor, his eyes became extremely terrifying, his pupils looked like the dead, coldly said:
"Crazy rhythm, do you want me to say it again? Don’t forget, this is my place, I’m in charge. What did you want to do just now, and there is no beep in your heart? This is the last time I warned you, You remember it for me."
   "Yes, yes, the next is not an example, the next is not an example."
  The mad and strong physique, and the ridiculous look on his face, looks extremely dissonant.
   He quickly bent down to pick up the broken finger on the ground. Although the finger was severely broken, there is a strange martial spirit in the Douluo mainland world. Just looking for the assistant soul master to heal, there is still a great chance to sew it up.
  As he stooped to pick up, Director Ao looked back at Yang Ming.
   is completely different from the attitude when facing mad rhythm. Director Ao showed a friendly smile and greeted Yang Ming.
   "Have you been injured just now, will it have any effect on the game?"
   These days, Yang Ming has long been famous in Soto’s Soul Fighting Field with a winning streak, and he is nodded with Director Ao, shaking his head slightly, saying:
   "It's okay."
   "It's fine if it's okay, just fine if it's okay."
Director Ao breathed a sigh of relief. For the penultimate team game tonight, he treated it like a finale. Now he has sent staff to warm up in the field and even opened the game. He doesn’t want to be at this critical moment, Yang Any difference is revealed.
   This is not afraid of comparison of goods, but fear of comparison!
   The face of Mad Rhino has changed a little bit, and I feel very stumpy, so annoying!
  Director Ao saw that he still had to stay here, and he didn't have a good air:
   "Crazy rhinoceros, the game will start next time, what are you doing here?"
"me……"
   A ridiculous ridicule.
   If it were someone else, he would have beaten his ancestors long ago.
   But this person in front of him, but Director Ao!
   Can't afford, can't afford, can't afford!
  Finally, Kuangxi didn’t even dare to let go of a fart, and immediately turned away in disgrace.
  Director Ao gave him a blank look and said to Yang Ming and others:
   "He is the madman, the captain of the mad team, and the enemy you will encounter with Shrek tonight."
"All the members of the crazy team are above the 35th level. After seven days of registration in the Soul Arena, the team has achieved a seven-game winning streak. If they can complete a ten-game winning streak, they will directly advance to the bronze battle. Luo, with their strength, even in the 30th-level team of the first level of the Copper Fighting Soul, it will be outstanding."
   "Originally, the level of Yang Ming's Yindou soul badge should match the opponent of Yindou soul level."
"However, as soon as you come to the team, the remaining seven people are only at the level of the Iron Soul Badge, and there are people at the level of the Great Soul Master of more than 20 levels, which lowers your average strength. Let me decide. You are matched to the Mad Team."
   Hearing this, Dai Mubai's faces were red and scarred.
   I'm sorry, Yang Ming, we are ashamed of you.
   "Secondly, the players of the Silver Fighting Soul level have already finished the competition before.
   "All in all, I am very optimistic about your game this time ~ EbookFREE.me ~ hope you perform well."
  Ao’s supervisor’s voice was not loud, but because of his identity, it was already very noticeable.
   He heard Director Ao pay high hopes to this new team. The rest of the players in the lounge were like they had overturned the fairy vinegar, sour, sour!
   However, so envious!
  Ao supervisor finished, walked away gently, just as he came quietly.
  Seeing that the people hadn't recollected it yet, Yang Ming clapped his hands and hooked them back to God.
   "Okay, you hurry up to restore your soul, and then we have a hard fight to fight."
  Dai Mubai and others followed suit and followed suit.
  Seeing everyone busy, Zhu Zhuqing hesitated and finally took steps.
   Her figure is excellent, and her detailed description must be 404, which brings along a fragrant wind along the way.
  Yang Ming was slightly startled, saying:
   "Something?"
   Zhu Zhu Qingmei eyes stared at Yang Ming, as if he could see through the mask to see his face, plump red lips lightly opened, said:
   "Thank you just now."
   It seemed that this sentence exhausted her courage. After she finished speaking, she turned away a little bit shyly.