Chapter 335: : Chief Instructor! You are finally here!

Two members of the Suzaku team are very special!
One was Tsing Yi's sister, Tsing Yi, and the other was Tsing Yi who never said a word. This was the case when she entered the special team. The instructor also specially gave her the code "static", and the members secretly called her a dumb static.
"How does the instructor keep the dumb quiet?"
"She is very capable, but she will not communicate with us at all. If she loses again, she will not be able to tell us what the other party's weakness is!"
"These heretics, what a disgusting! What exactly are they tattooed on? Why is everyone tattooed all over the body!"
Du Bajing didn't hesitate, tied the short crossbow on her body, nodded to Qingyu, and went straight up.
Among the pagans opposite, another withered old man walked out, but their appearance was similar, even the divinations on their bodies were similar, and everyone simply did not distinguish who they were.
Wei Tian, ​​standing wet all by the shore, quietly said to the dumb: "The nails on them are weird, you need to be careful!"
"Huh!" The old man with a loud shouted out: "It seems that the special team is becoming more and more empty, and now a woman is sent out! This is simply an insult to me!"
Dumb still, as if he hadn't heard it, bending his waist and bending it into the shape of a crossbow, and then slammed.
嘣
It was like a crossbow fired, rushing at it with horrible speed.
The old man with dry hair saw this, his pupils shrank, and he suddenly kept silent, his hands were as dry as the palm of a mummy, and a variety of godliness appeared shiny, tearing up.
Bang Bang!
Dumb Jing's whole body was weird and strange, like a substance, she split a dozen palms in a row. At the last moment, she turned directly with an incredible bow posture.
She turned back from the hairless old man's head, grabbed the old man's chin with one hand, and flung it hard!
Bang--
The old man was dumped by her! Crossed national borders!
Dumb Jing didn't stop. She jumped directly and rushed into the land opposite, just above the head of the chaos. She took three steps in the air and stepped on the old man's body.
"Huh?" Qing Yan frowned suddenly. Why was there some mystery in the footwork that Jing just stepped out of the air?
The other members of the special task force were even more confused. They always felt that the dumb Jing had just seen the volley three steps, and the more they looked, the more they acted like the Chief Instructor had made seven steps against God.
It's just that now I'm stepping out in three steps, and imitating the shape, I don't realize the true meaning of it!
Bang--
This time, Du Bajing still fought with the old man with hair for half an hour. No matter what tricks she used, she defeated the opponent many times, but in the end, the old man with hair was able to stand up with incredible strength. .
Even when Qing Ye looked at it, she felt a cold breath!
"How is this possible? They can't be so strong. If they are all so strong, they won't be willing to lie dormant for so long! They have already committed our Huaxia long ago!" Qing Ye knows that there must be something weird!
Did she ask her to play in the third game? But she still can't see any strangeness in the other party, and she can't win it herself! What if you win one? The opponent is still three undefeated!
Unless she can defeat all three at once! Otherwise, this time it is really lost!
"Have the Chief Instructor not yet come?" Qing Ye glanced over the hillside and found no half-human figure.
She smiled dumbly, what was she thinking? She has n’t carried it herself many times before?
How can you now think of relying on a newly appointed chief instructor?
He's at the tomb now, and he won't be here in just an hour!
Having said that, there was still a deep tiredness and weakness in her heart.
Chacha saw that Dumb Jing had fallen into the downwind, and couldn't help laughing, "You lost again! Feel like I'll get out of it! Don't be ashamed!"
More than a thousand pagans behind him shouted their arms, and the sound of a tide-like sound came. Even the members of the special team were as hard-hearted as they were.
"Hey, beauty instructor. I would like to thank you for your kindness! Huaxia always pays attention to its promises, I hope you don't bother us in these seven days! Huh!" Chacha's face was so proud that I was shocked by Huaxia for so long. You can win a special team once.
And this time must be enough for him to show off after returning home! With this kind of credit, he must be promoted to be one of the Twelve Gods after returning!
嘭
The endless power of the old man with dry hair, he directly bombarded the dumb with the power of terror.
Although Du Bajing was extremely unwilling, unfortunately, she had no strength to continue the war!
She couldn't win in the end!
Her body, like a broken kite, flew straight and fell towards the river.
As in the past years, she faced success and faced failure. She was silent, and no word would come out of her mouth.
At this moment, an exclamation of exclamation broke out among the special forces behind him.
boom! !!
The dumb calmed her body and caught her in the air.
She has been used to one person for so many years, she doesn't like others to touch her, she wants to break away immediately. But suddenly a glimpse of a familiar and somewhat unfamiliar face.
Chief Instructor!
Why is he here?
"Chief Instructor! You are finally here! Great!" Among the special teams, after exclaiming a residual image rushed, a loud scream came out suddenly.
"Okay! The Chief Instructor is finally here! Well, kill the beasts!" At this moment, both men and women in the special team yelled out.
Mo Nan went on quietly and fell gently on the ground, with a slightly different look, and said in a deep voice, "You forcibly imitate my moves, which will damage your body! Don't do this next time!"
How exquisite the mystery of the seven steps against God, how could she be mimicked by this little special warrior after watching it?
Dumb Jingjiao shuddered, then nodded, and stood behind.
Qingye quickly stepped forward: "Chief Instructor, we are playing against each other, now they have won two games ..."
The Chacha on the other side looked at Mo Nan with a little doubt, and had a great doubt in his heart, thinking, what exactly is this kid? Is the chief instructor his name or nickname? It seems that for too long, I haven't been in contact with Huaxia's Yanjing Chamber, but I still heard the word "Chief Instructor".
As he listened, Mo Nan glanced across the river bank, frowning slightly when he saw the gods on the old man, and glanced twice among the pagans, and immediately understood.
"Members, you are actually very good! It's just that the other party cheated! The gods on them have a will to use the power of others. You think you are fighting against one person, in fact you are against a group of people hit!"
The special warriors were suddenly awakened by this point, especially Yuan Zhan he immediately drank: "I said! No wonder their power is not exhausted! It turned out to be this way!"
Everyone knew they were scolded afterwards.
Qing Yan frowned, saying: "That being said, how can we win? Want to say that it is impossible to win against this cheating!"
"Not just the strength of dozens of people!"
When Mo Nan said, he immediately stepped out and yelled at the old aging men in front of him: "Who will be killed in the third game?"
"Bold little woolly monkey, give me death!" A hot-blooded old man jumped up in anger and drank!
Mo Nan smiled indifferently, turned his palms into claws, and grasped the old man's wrist with lightning.
Suddenly, Mo Nan felt the unusualness in the body of the old man with hair!
"Oh ~ I use my body to support me!"
The dry-haired man shivered suddenly, and immediately jumped back, screaming: "Who are you exactly? Why do you know?"
"The dead are not qualified to know who I am!"
Mo Nan stretched out his hand and twisted it, and the sound of the old man's hair was like a twist, twisted into a trance by the force of terror.
Off
As soon as Mo Nan exerted his strength, he immediately broke the hand of the old man with a dry hair, tore it off, and threw it away, and the broken arm was thrown to the ground.
"Ah! Ah!" Among the pagans, a group of forty or fifty people successively covered their arms and screamed, and some even rolled directly on the ground! It was as if they were twisting their arms!
"Mother and son are connected! Let's be buried together!"