Chapter 151: Can't fight dead, can kill half dead

Yan Wuzhong in the middle.
Putian Qigong handway: "Iron skeleton, Tian Qi."
Disciple of Hao Qimen said lightly: "Hao Qimen, Tan Yong!"
After all the words, a thick wave of spiritual energy suddenly appeared around the body, it seemed that we should first use the momentum to deter our opponents.
It was a pity that Tian Qi was unmoved, and his gaze was disdainful.
Wu Guan warriors are a bit unacceptable.
The disciple sent by Qi Hao Qimen is a Jiupin martial artist. Where can this iron-bone disciple be confident and disdain?
I still say that their family is arrogant and their disciples have a virtue?
Hey.
The upper beam is not crooked.
"Start!" The referee shouted.
He first shot Tian Qi. He took a step forward, and the left and right punches ran bursting punches at the same time, suddenly blasting, only listening to the sound of '嘭 嘭 嘭'.
Came too fast, and punched fast.
Tan Yong can't dodge at all. He can only inject spiritual power into his body and use both hands to see it.
"Boom! Boom!"
Putian's seven pairs of fists seemed to be imbued with the power of millions of juniors, and came again and again, the strength soared, and finally broke through to 17 thousand pounds!
Feeling the strong wind, feeling the momentum formed in the past, the expressions of the big brothers gradually became stiff.
铁 This iron-bone disciple, just like Li Fei, was trained as a martial artist with only five grades. Why was he able to fight so high? !!
Putian Qi paid more attention to physical body and boxing.
Xun Shi exhibited bursting punches. No matter the strength or power, he was definitely stronger than Li Fei with his feet.
This strong, not a little bit strong!
Xu Shentong's eyes were almost glaring.
Ironbone sent two fifth-grade warriors to burst out of power, than their own nine-star warrior, it is too frustrating!
"Boom! Boom!"
Putian's seven double fists blasted like crazy with two hammers.
Tan Yong was caught in defense from the beginning, and it was difficult to break away at once, but he could only fall into absolute passiveness.
"噔 噔 噔!"
The body kept backing, and finally stood on the edge.
Due to the intensive attack of boxing, it is difficult to block it all. He can only put his arms together and let the other party bombard.
"..."
The corners of the big brothers twitched.
They have a feeling that they are watching disciples with their fists in the sandbags.
The five-pin martial arts slain are the ones who are foolish, and the nine-pin martial sacrifice is the one who is sacked by the sandbags!
This world ..... too crazy!
Xi Jun often shrugged with a smile: "It's really not difficult."
From the beginning, he did not look at Hao Qimen, otherwise he would not always emphasize it, but this is just a challenge to the mobs on the big boss road.
Now Tian Qi takes the protagonist of a nine-pin martial artist as a sandbag, which is enough to explain everything.
"what!"
Tan Yongmu, who was caught in absolute passiveness, was screaming and roaring.
But just shouted, he was banged on his face with a heavy punch, and his head suddenly turned away, and his body drew back towards Yanwu.
"Snapped!"
Putian Qi clasped his hand on his wrist, pulled it from the exit line, threw it over his shoulder, and then rode on his belly. Raising his fist was a bombardment.
The head said.
I can't kill myself, I can fight half dead.
"Boom! Boom!"
Putian Qi sat on Tan Yong's body, realizing that the extreme burst of bombarded him, and instantly turned Tan Yonghong's nose and face swollen and his mouth foaming.
Finally, unconsciousness passed out.
"Click" ----
I saw the disciples being abused like this, Qin Haoran clenched his fists, his grim eyes flashed with anger.
I'm angry and useless.
This is a discussion on the performance martial arts field, the disciples are abused, it is worse than others!
"brush!"
Putian stood up and arched, saying, "I've made it."
The big brothers of the Qiang Bai Alliance watched the expressions on their faces as they watched the lively forces from all sides.
After the discussion began, Tan Yong became passive and could only block until he was stunned on the spot. He didn't ... once counterattacked! !!
This gap is too big!
"One Li Fei, one Tian Qi, the disciples are so strong!"
"I can finally understand why the Nebula faction went to challenge the Iron Bone faction, why it was shaved with a big bald head."
"Two disciples abused eight grades, nine grades of martial arts, and plaything. Nebula sent disciples to the past, no doubt to send abuse!"
Each martial arts talked in private.
The head of the Nebula faction standing in the crowd, although the old face flushed, was quite relieved.
The two Qin League masters were defeated one after the other, and their own disciples were defeated to the Ironbone faction, it seems that it is not very shameful.
"Homeowner Ai."
Ma Donglin laughed: "This iron skeleton is not easy."
Two fifth-grade martial arts disciples broke out with more than fifteen thousand forces in succession, and they have definitely undergone extreme physical training.
"The second student ’s fist is so strong, it must be related to taking plastic body!"
Ai Shang 睨 guessed.
普通 Warriors with ordinary qualifications and low ranks can use the plastic Dan to leapfrog battles. If they are used as gimmicks, they will definitely be more eye-catching and can be sold at a high price!
Wang Donglin cares about the strength of his disciples. He cares about the effects of body shaping, and he really is a qualified businessman.
Uh ...
After Putian returned to the throne, Jun Chang smiled and smiled, "Master Qin, send your disciples first in this third game."
Seeing that smiley face, the leader of Qin League could not wait to reach out and tear it.
calm down.
No matter how angry you are, keep smiling.
Alas, the disciple lost two games in a row, and the second one was abused again. My mother could n’t laugh at all!
Qi Qin Haoran suppressed the endless anger and looked at a disciple on the right behind him and said, "Come on."
"Yes."
出 The third self-disciplined disciple is also a Jiupin martial artist, but he is stronger than Tan Yong.
"Xiao Mu, go." Jun Chang smiled.
Wu Su Xiaomo shook her fist, walked out of her head, and said, "At the foot of the mountain, I'm already full of blood, and finally I can fight well."
Seeing the disciples on the stage, the big brothers from all sides were afraid to draw conclusions.
Because I thought that disciples of Haoqimen would win, but they lost completely. Whoever cares about them, who kills them.
This is not the reverse poisoned milk, but the strength.
Even if they play a few more games, Sun Ye and Tan Yong will still be defeated and still be abused.
Their qualifications are not high enough to make up, but can they make it up to Tian Qi and Li Fei who rely on various resources, various elixir and even spiritual power?
I don't even know ~ EbookFREE.me ~ What kind of taste is it if I take 10 times of the elixir absorbed continuously for ten days?
Uh ...
The third disciple of Haoqimen stepped onto the stage and said coldly, "Haoqimen, labor iron."
Xun Jun often laughed and said, "No problem."
"Iron bone pie, Su Xiaomo." Su Xiaomo said.
After the two names were exchanged, the referee shouted to start.
The labor iron took the lead, and the spiritual power poured into the body, and rushed over instantly.
"Brush! Brush!"
Su Su Xiaomo rolled back two laps, opened her short legs, and ran around the edge of Yanwu Stadium.
The speed is gradually accelerating, and the wind and waves are almost coming!
Lao Tieli stood in the performance martial arts field, watching his opponents spin around, but it was difficult to keep up with the speed, and he suddenly did not know how to play.
King Wang Donglin said: "This man is good at body style."
Ai Shang 睨 thought, yes, it must be related to plastic Dan!
"咻 "
此时 At this moment, Su Xiaomo seized the opportunity, walked behind Lao Tie, and kicked him directly.
"嘭!" Lao Tie found that in time, turned around and punched Su Xiaomo's feet out. He was about to follow the second round, and the opponent ran away again.
"Damn!" He exclaimed.
"Brush!" Su Xiaomo appeared unconsciously behind the ghost, and kicked in the air.
This speed is fast enough, but Lao Tie still catches it, and puts his arm in front of him, successfully blocking a strong and heavy kick.
"Brother, be careful!" Someone was surprised.
When Lao Tie was stunned, Yu Guang swept to Su Xiaomo, and saw the guy kicking on his arm, leaning to the side, his hands together, the index finger of his protruded, and he hurled towards his butt.
Chrysanthemum residue,
I'm full of injuries!