: One hundred and eighty-three. Feng Qiuhuang skin

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   Applause belongs only to the winner, but not to any loser.
  Qin Ming, the leader of the Huangdou team, always stood at the entrance aisle, waiting for his disciples to come one by one.
  At the moment of seeing Qin Ming, the seven people in Yu Tianheng couldn't help but a red eye, almost tears.
   They are all well-deserved arrogants in the college, but when facing Yang Ming today, they finally felt that there were people outside and people outside, and they were directly beaten to autism.
   They didn’t cry at all because they were born with gold keys and lived a smooth life. They were the best among their peers, others only looked up to them.
  It is conceivable that Yang Ming has hit them hard!
   "Sorry, Teacher Qin, we lost."
   Yu Tianheng pressed his lips tightly, holding hard to prevent himself from crying, but the tears still dripped down.
  It is not that our army is incompetent, but that the enemy is too powerful!
   "I blame me, if I can't hold back, as long as we can continue to grind, and wait until the other party's soul is exhausted, then take the shot, maybe we are the winner now."
  Qin Ming is by no means a gentle person.
   On the contrary, he was extremely strict in educating his disciples, and the punishment was very heavy.
   But now, instead of punishing everyone, Qin Ming sighed deeply and comforted Yu Tianheng, saying:
   "You have tried your best, even if I lead you at your age, you may not be able to do better than you."
   Qin Ming looked around the crowd and saw what other people wanted to say, and immediately raised his arms to stop them, saying:
   "Not to mention, your failure this time is not necessarily a bad thing."
"Failure is the mother of success. You have never met an opponent like Yang Ming before, but it does not mean that you will not encounter it in the future. Now you will suffer the loss. As long as you can be ashamed and brave, you will practice more in the future, maybe You will have another chance to defeat Yang Ming in the future."
  Qin Ming poured a thick chicken soup to everyone, and Yu Tianheng and others felt much better.
   Even, Yu Tianheng and others quietly cheered themselves up:
   "Come on, we will be able to defeat Yang Ming in the future!"
  Qin Ming waved his hand and said:
   "You are all tired, let's go to rest first, I will see a few people later."
   Let's go, Qin Ming turned and strode away.
  At this moment, the Shrek team is full of festive atmosphere.
   Watching Yang Ming lead the Shrek team back, the master said with emotion to Dean Flander beside him:
   "I have to say that Yang Ming is the most talented student I have ever seen, Flander, you really taught a good student."
   Flander raised his middle finger, holding the glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
   However, he still pretended to be humble, saying:
   "Ah, generally, Yang Ming still has a lot to learn."
   The master's face suddenly blackened stiffly, but he did not expect Flander to learn badly.
   The most deadly!
   shook his head and swept the strange thoughts out of his mind. The master said lightly:
   "Right, Yang Ming used to gamble all the money before. Guess, how much gold soul coin will we harvest?"
  As soon as he said this, Flander's heart moved.
  If he remembered correctly, Yang Ming used to bet money on the highest odds, and that odds is one to one hundred!
  In a flash, Flander's breath suddenly became rapid.
  Yang Ming agreed, and would spend part of the money to invest in Shrek College. By then, he would not need to worry about the college’s funds!
   Seeing that Yang Ming was a little relaxed and relaxed, the master couldn't help but poured cold water on them and said lightly:
   "Okay, I will give you half a month of vacation next, but after that, it is time to start the third phase of the trial."
   "Oh my god, I'm not alive anymore, how can there be training!"
   It was Oscar who made a wailing noise. He thought he could finally sleep.
  I know that since Yang Ming joined Shrek College, he has taken the lead to let everyone enjoy the 996 blessing. He has not slept for a long time.
   A soft mattress, a warm bed, and a crush in your sleep, all leave him.
  Oscars are miserable when they think about it.
  Not only him, except Yang Ming and Tang San, two cultivators, everyone else showed a painful expression and was very resistant to training.
   "How?" The master's facial expression was stiff, and his eyes looked around indifferently, saying: "Do you have an opinion?"
   The Oscars who stared at the master's eyes shocked the tiger body again and again.
  If there is no comparison between Yang Ming and Tang San, they will definitely protest to the end.
just now……
  Forget it now.
   Dai Mubai, Oscar and Ma Hongjun subconsciously touched the hair on the top of the head. Fortunately, the hairline is still there, and the hair is not yet bald. We can continue to liver.
   Those who do not die from our liver will eventually make us stronger.
  Not mentioning those who were influenced by the 996 blessings, Yang Ming sat alone on the stool and silently inspected the skin of Fengqiuhuang he had just harvested.
   In the past, Yang Ming has been curious about what the skin is for.
   So, Yang Ming clicked on the system and used this skin from Li Bai.
  In the next moment, the people who were communicating were shutting up, and even Qin Ming who just came to find someone stopped.
  Everyone is without exception, a pair of eyes staring at the boss, looking at Yang Ming's changes in surprise.
Yang Ming's long hair fluttered~EbookFREE.me~The surface of the body was ruffled with folds. Among the gorgeous Tenglong white light, Yang Ming's black hair was white at the speed visible to the naked eye, and the clothes on his body also changed the style. Ancient colors.
Shoulders, belts, iron boots, dresses are decorated with a little red fireworks. Finally, after the white light of Tenglong was injected into the clothes, Yang Ming's whole person's feeling suddenly changed, a little less popular, and more people who did not eat fireworks. Fairy, like the moonlight, the sword fairy who danced the sword into the three of Jiucheng elegantly.
  Under the raised eyebrow, there is a pair of black eyes like stars, a handsome nose bridge, thin lips slightly pursed, white and smooth skin, a thin layer of fluorescent light shrouded in the light.
   With the addition of Gilgamesh’s beautiful young boy, Yang Mingguang is sitting there, as if it is the focus of the world, with a unique charm, between hands and feet, with a charm that makes the girls’ heart beat faster.
   Little princess eyes are full of peach flowers, and the eyes of a pair of eyes can no longer be removed from Yang Ming.
  Ning Rongrong leaned half against the wall, feeling a bit hot.
   Even Zhu Zhuqing, who has always been cold, could not help but glance at Yang Ming more.
   In the hearts of the three women, they couldn’t help but say the same thing:
"very handsome!"
   (It's awful, Calvin)
   (Thanks to Tang for rewarding 100 book currency and Wuxing for 588 book currency)