: Two hundred and twenty-four. In front of me, the enemy is either fleeing or being defeated...

(Five more)
As soon as Xiaowufu appeared, he attracted the attention of Dali Wang Tainuo, and secretly said, beautiful girl.
Don't look at Tylenol's five big and three thick, it seems that the muscles have grown into the brain, but in fact, there are some thick and thin. From a few words in the dance, I have already noticed something. Suddenly.
Techno's eyes fell on Yang Ming between Xiaowu and Ning Rongrong's second daughter. When he saw Yang Ming, Techno had to say something in his mind, a good lad.
But even so, Tylenol still has a fierce expression on his face, showing his fierce light, saying:
"You are the Yang Ming who injured my son?"
The good will not come, the good will not be good!
Yang Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, and did not mean to step backwards. The needle-pointed eyes of Maimandi and Tylenol sneered:
"It's me, what about?"
"Very good!" Tylenol had been waiting for Yang Ming for several hours at the school gate. He had already suffocated his stomach and immediately reached out with a big fan of Pu Fan. He said, "Since you hurt my son , Then pay medical expenses, as well as mental damages, and apologize to my son!"
Yang Ming moved his steps, his heels were slightly warped, and his toes were slightly moved around, exquisitely avoiding Tylenol's grabs.
After hearing the words, Xiao Wu snorted and said that Yang Mingming was unfair, saying:
"Your son is not as good as a man. He was injured by my brother. Now he still has a face to tell my brother to lose money. Are you crazy about thinking about money?"
Techno glanced at the little dance and said in a wicked voice:
"Little girl, don't think that there is nothing about you here. If you didn't scratch your head first, how could my son be seduce by you, and how could you be hurt for your early life? Not all because of this Did you cause it?"
Hearing Tylenol's logic, Yang Ming and Xiao Wu were both agitated.
Dare to take care of your son Tailong fighting for jealousy?
Moreover, listening to the meaning of the other party, even Xiaowu did not intend to let go, which really touched Yang Ming's counterscale.
Yang Ming's eyes suddenly froze, his index finger and phalanx, and his fingertips condensed with a three-inch sword gas, blasting towards Tylenol's chest.
"interesting."
Instead of withdrawing his hand, Tylenol sipped, his body twitched, his hand clenched into a fist, and the muscles on his arm suddenly wrinkled.
Techno's strength is much stronger than that of his waste son, Tyrone. After years of infiltration with Wuhun and Soulpower, the flesh and muscle density is very large, far beyond ordinary people's imagination, without opening Wuhun and Soul Ring. With a meat fist, Yang Ming bluntly blocked Yang Ming's sword.
However, Sancun Jianqi also scratched too many fingers, revealing traces of blood.
Looking down at the blood stains on his hands, Tylenol's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, saying:
"No wonder I can easily defeat my son. Sure enough, there are some ways, but I want to see how many tricks you can receive under my hands!"
Tylenol's feet spread out with eight-character feet, his knees slightly curved, and a terrible soul was suddenly rippling from his body.
"Powerful orangutan, possess!"
As Tylenol shouted loudly, he was already tall and raised five inches, and with a series of crackles, the dark muscles directly propped up the shirt, revealing a pair of steel males.
The muscles made of copper and iron are very smooth, with a steel-like luster on it, which makes people very impressed when they see it for the first time.
His short hair was even standing upright like a hedgehog, like a sharp needle.
Since the strong king Taino came to support his son, his strength is naturally impressive. A total of five soul rings were raised under his feet, two yellow and three purple, flowing with brilliant brilliance.
The Tylenol family has a single biography, which has created their family tradition of protecting shortcomings.
No matter whether his son Tyrone did something wrong first, anyway, Tyrone was beaten by Yang Ming, then it must be that Yang Ming was wrong.
This gangster logic has long been deeply imprinted in the minds of the Tylenol family, and it will not be changed at all for a while.
Tylenol was filled with the mighty power of the Soul King, and when his soul ring appeared, it suddenly caused excitement from the students.
Tylenol seemed to enjoy the marvellous and surprised eyes of passersby, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a grinning arc in the corner of his mouth, saying:
"Boy, if I were you, I would surrender obediently, let Lao Tzu first interrupt your limbs, and then take you to the teachers of your college to judge and judge whether my son is important or you kid is important!"
Between the words, Tyno's arrogance was revealed.
In Taino's view, no matter how genius Yang Ming is, he is only a 35th-level Soul Venerable, but he is more than 50th-level Soul King. Moreover, his combat experience is also very rich, and it is not comparable to a student in every district.
Yang Ming never thought about finding trouble, but unfortunately the trouble came to the door.
Yang Ming is not the kind of person who fears challenges, not to mention ~EbookFREE.me~ is just a soul king, and he can't make him shrink. There are more than one soul king he defeated, and there are not many Dortino.
If Tylenol knew Yang Ming's thoughts at this time, he might sneer and say: Where is the ignorant child!
After Yang Ming carried his hands on his back, his waist was straight, as if a lance stood in it, and a sharp edge came.
In the face of a expression in Tylenol, two black and one purple soul rings appeared one by one at the foot of Yang Ming.
"Two Soul Rings of Ten Thousand Years, One Soul Ring of Thousand Years?"
Unsurprisingly, when Yang Ming showed his soul ring under the eyes of everyone, he harvested a voice that everyone was breathing.
In just a few moments, the temperature of the surrounding air drops sharply, presumably because these people breathe a lot of cool air.
Behind Yang Ming, as if a stone fell to the calm lake, a circle of patterns rippled in the space. A golden sword-like weapon emerged from the golden ripples.
Yang Ming raised his right hand, and five fingers landed on the hilt one after another. With a sudden effort, he pulled out the mysterious sword from the treasure of Wang Zhi.
On the sword, Yang Ming's cold face reflected, and the star's eyes revealing the cold light.
Yang Ming's wrist moved, shaking the sword flower circle, and finally the sword edge pointed diagonally at the opposite Tylenol, with a sense of self-confidence, said:
"In front of me, the enemy is either fleeing or losing ground."
The sound of system prompts followed.
"Ding!"
"Congratulations to the host for speaking the classic lines of the super beast armed with fire and flying, and getting a chance to win a lottery. Do you start the lottery roulette?"
Yang Ming put it down temporarily, thinking about it later.
Arrogant! !
This kid is more arrogant than me!
At this moment, Techno's idea is to throw his confidence in the face of Yang Ming!