Chapter 388: "Some exaggeration!"

"It’s all bloody."
"Blood ... blood hole 窿 ..." Fu Mo heart glimpse, if it is for other people to say this sentence, Fu Mo will only sneer a sneer, but from Hong Xiaobao, he has no doubt in his heart! If Hong Xiaobao’s point on his own hands is not a finger, but a sword and a knife, is it now that the whole body is bloody?
Fu Mo thought of this, the tone was a little more anxious: "That... what about it?"
"I want to learn? I teach you." Hong Xiaobao said haha.
"Think! I really want to! Please enlighten me!" Fu Mo blurted out.
More real people!
Hong Xiaobao sighed and asked: "What is the agreement?"
In line with the slightest glimpse, did Hong Xiaobao not ask himself this question? Come again? However, Hong Xiaobao asked, he naturally and naturally replied: "The self-killing intention and the intent of the sword in the hands, it is a consensus!"
"You are wrong in this," Hong Xiaobao sighed: "Knife, pay attention to the courage to go forward, but never go back, but your knife is indecisive, not suitable for your own killing."
"Ah?" Fu Mo's face was pale and his heart was shaking!
Once, Fu Mo was also a fierce one, but when he met his current wife, and now with his son, the act gradually became more peaceful.
I can’t beat it anymore, and I’m going to take three steps in many cases...
With the tie, he got his heart.
To put it bluntly, hey.
He also felt this faintly, but he didn't want to understand it. At this moment, according to Hong Xiaobao, he suddenly realized that he suddenly became pale.
Can you choose the same...
The face of the ink was bleak. At this moment, there were a lot of pictures in front of him. On the one hand, it was a wife and children, on the other hand, it was the pursuit of a life.
Finally, Fu Mo smiled, "But it!" After all, the long knife in his hand fell to the ground and turned and went.
Hong Xiaobao: "???"
Hey! Is this person really sick?
Hong Xiaobao stunned for a while and said: "What are you doing?"
"If you want to find another way forward, you have to worry about it, but how can I give up my wife and children? I will stop it! This is the way to the knife!" Fu Mochao Hong Xiaobao arched his hand: "Thank you." The seniors pointed out! Otherwise, the younger generation will still struggle with this time."

When did I say that
satisfaction
needs to give up your wife and children?
Hong Xiaobao said.
"What!" Fu Mo exclaimed: "Before ... the seniors have a way?!"
"Which is the mediocrity, the knife is the killing?" Hong Xiaobao swayed: "The knife, the soldiers are the most powerful! The killing of the most severe, but this does not mean that the knife only kills."
Fu Mo’s eyes stayed a little, and seemed to think of something, faintly excited, but that thing swayed in front of him, as if he could reach it with a hand, but it was always a little worse.
"The murder of parents, the wife and children, is to kill, is a strong soldier. But if this is before this, killing the murderer, killing and killing, it is a soldier." Hong Xiaobao looked at the ink, "you understand What?"
"I... I... I..." Fu Mo’s breath was soaring, his body trembled a little, and something had already arrived, and he couldn’t say it.
"The palms of the soldiers, the need to be determined and determined, and the palm of the soldiers, need a broad-minded generation, Fu Mo, can understand?" Hong Xiaobao slowly said.
Hey!
In the brain of Fumo, Qianlong screamed and said, "I understand!"
I have a concern, I want to do the savage knife, I am afraid that I have to kill a wife!
The world does have such a monk, but the ink can't do it.
At that moment, he was desperate to give up the knife, and at this moment, suddenly realized that he had other choices! It may even be a further choice in the knife!
"Thank you! Thank you for your predecessors!" Fu Mo went to the ground and picked up a long knife.
"Can you compare?" Hong Xiaobao smiled.

Don’t dare to offer ugliness!
Fu Mogong replied:
And the predecessors have only a few words, and they have a half-teacher’s grace for the younger generation, and they dare not disobey!
The words are once again sighed in the end:
Previous generations such as rumors, contests The small stage of the Grand Ceremony is natural, and the younger generation wishes the seniors a flat!"
At the moment, the knife was lowered.
The whole venue is very loud!
Ninety-nine people are a bit dumbfounded at the moment!
senior?
Big contest! On-site teaching? !
This is crazy, right? !
Is there such an operation? !
"This is for you!"
"How do you look so fake!"
"Hung Xiaobao is not opening any store? He bought the opponent!"
"Hey, Yuan Fei, you are not practicing a knife, you said it!"
Everyone looked at Yuan Fei. It’s all a slight glimpse!
Yuan Fei was ecstatic at this moment. It seemed to be somewhat savvy. It seemed to be a bit embarrassing. In short, when people saw it, they knew that this guy definitely had a big gain.
"I wipe it! This..."
"Some exaggeration!"
On the other side of the foundry, everyone is already angry now!
Hong Xiaobao is now a person who casts a hat on the founding of the pavilion! That is the person who does not share the sky!
Just such a person, if you are defeated, it is not as good as people, we can't help, but you are a predecessor and ask for advice, and you will be kneeling down directly on the stage!
This puts the face of the foundry pavilion where!
This is the face of the cabinet with the person who beat the cabinet! !
Extremely bad!
"Fu Mo! What do you mean!"
"Fu Mo, you are afraid not to stay in the foundry!?"
"Fu Mo, don't think you have a good knife, you can..."
"Fu Mo, there is no bottom line..."
Fu Mo was silent, did not look at the foundry of the group of people, slowly and firmly left the venue.
What surprised Hong Xiaobao is that the Qingming group has not yet decided to win or lose!
Fighting against Qingming is the cabinet's 芮文柏. In the face of Qingming, 芮文柏 has also fallen into passive... No, it can't be said to be passive, and this time it is completely beaten!
At this moment, Yu Wenbai formed a virtual shadow of Wang Ba in vitro, that Wang Ba...
"Wang, your uncle! That's called Xuanwu!" Yin Jiu quietly laughed.
"Oh," Hong Xiaobao did not care. He returned to the seat of the cooking club and seriously watched the game.
The winners of these two people will have to compete with themselves for the championship for a while, but can't care!
At this time, Yan Wenbo has completely shrunk into the illusion of Xuanwu, but just looked at it all, and occasionally issued one or two attacks, that is to no avail.
What surprised Hong Xiaobao was the sturdness of this basaltic illusion, just a holographic image, but like the essence, how clear is the tactic of Qingming’s mana? But sniper on it, a few palms can not be destroyed!
What makes Hong Xiaobao feel awkward is that a few cracks can be blasted out by Qing Ming, but the Xuanwu virtual film has been restored.
Hong Xiaobao was inexplicably happy, and he could even feel the helplessness of Qingming.
And Wen Wenbai looked cold and clear, "Qingming, you are very strong! But my Xuanwu bell is stronger! In the same stage, as long as my aura is not exhausted, no one can break this clock!"
Hong Xiaobao has a slight glimpse. This Wenbo is not a stupid person who is stupid about where my flaws are. He dares to say that the only shortcoming is the aura, then there will definitely be a full grasp of the problem of lack of aura.
For example, does an energy source continue to replenish aura?
Oh...
Qingming continued to shoot nearly a hundred palms, playing the clock body to be broken, but instantly restored to the original.
Qingming’s one-handedness is how strong the people are in the eyes, but they don’t have any thoughts about his powerlessness. They are all frowning at this moment, thinking that if they are on stage, this is the case. solution.
"No solution, this!"
"This turtle shell is so hard!"
"Yu Wenbo's previous games were like this. One of the opponents was a sledgehammer who made one person tall. He stood still and let the man get no strength and no break."
"Hey, do you say that he really consumes energy and is exhausted?"
Perhaps it felt helpless, purple shadow flashed, Qingming has slipped aside, frowning at the shadow of this turtle shell.
Everyone looked at Qingming and wondered what he would do.
Yan Wenbai once again sneered: "Do you want to try?"
Qingming frowning looked at this basaltic illusion, a palm slightly extended behind him, and then... gradually, gradually, his hand gathered a raging aura, aura rolled!
It’s like a flame that swells when you meet Mars in a pot!
Everyone is holding their breath, they all know that Qingming is trying to break this virtual shadow!
Suddenly the purple shadow moved!
Also moving together is the surging aura!
The aura gathers in the palm of Qingming, like a flame, like a thunder, with a mighty momentum, crashing into the shadow of Xuanwu!
"clang--!!!"
As if I had knocked on a giant clock, there was a humming sound at the entire venue, and all the bottom disciples were a little dizzy by this sound.
"how is this possible!"
"This... how could this be!"
The next moment, there was an exclamation immediately from the venue.
On the platform, the basaltic shadows are all cracks, as if they could be broken by one finger, but! It’s still not broken!
Just a moment, once again restored to the original.
Yan Wenbo laughed: "How? Qingming!"
Everyone has raised a thought in his heart: Can't it be... Qingming will lose?
Qingming seems to finally make up his mind. He slowly closed his eyes. The next moment, his right arm was boiled, his hands were visible at the speed of the naked eye, forming a shredded pork, blood vessels, and then joined together for a moment. It has become a horrible, as if it is a heavy burn, almost the size of his waist!
Hong Xiaobao: "..."
Lying in the trough, the ability of Hu Yu Lu in the "Yu Yu Bai Shu"? !
Can this product control muscles? !
"It's amazing!" What Hong Xiaobao saw was an envy, this ability to bunker! If this can control Xiao Ding Ding, then I don’t want to be long, I want to be short, I want to be short, I want to be rough, I want to be thin and fine. !