Chapter 5187: Silent Stage (Quo Monthly Ticket)

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In the hope of fainting, a Zen disciple immediately took to the stage and carried him to the stage for treatment.
Some of the onlookers recognized the black cylinder in Yuantong's hand, and said in surprise: "It was a rainstorm needle from the Wujia Qing family, and its power is very small. It is a weapon for sneak attacks.
However, it is very time-consuming and labor-intensive to hear the production of the rain king needle, the Wugu Qing family rarely sells it to outsiders, and it is not known where this Yuantong was obtained. "
"No matter where he got it from, with such a thing, his strength will be improved a lot, which is really a good life."
"It's a pity that Zen hopes. If it weren't for Yuantong, there would be a rainstorm, and he might not be defeated."
"You can't say that. You won't say that Yuantong, it's better than the test bench. Everyone who has a baby is also capable."
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The face of Ji Kong and Jingxu was a little complicated. After listening to Yun Chujiu's suggestion yesterday, they felt a little ... lack of virtue, so they hesitated to do what she said.
But now, at first glance, the people of the Bitter Zen Buddhism are not only lacking in virtue, they have no virtue at all, and they have no scruples.
At this time, the German master has already announced the result of the first round of the competition, and the Bitter Zen Buddhism won all!
Yuantong is very proud of it: "Zen is only awesome, I advise you not to go on stage, just admit defeat, so as not to lose sight."
"Huh, I even accused the poor monk of using the rainstorm needle, which is not a play house than the test bench. Naturally I have to do my best. You Zen is really pedantic."
"I think your generation of Zen monk is a group of straw bales. It doesn't make any difference if you don't come up. Let alone our bitter Zen talents, I can beat you even in six games."
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Yuantong is obviously a bit smug, wanting to go through the addiction and then go on.
However, at this time, one person jumped onto the test bench.
"Yuantong, the poor monk Jikong has played with you."
Yuantong froze for a while, then sneered: "Aren't you a fool? I've finished the comparison, and our Bitter Zen will send others to compare with you. '
Jingkong said coldly: "You said before that a person can defeat all the Zen characters of our Zen, and the monk does not swear, is it because you were lying just now?"
Yuantong said angrily: "I'm just talking."
Jing Kong's face was even colder: "Just talk about it? This is not a play house than the test bed. Every sentence you say naturally counts.
Of course, you can admit defeat now. "
The crowd watching the words of Jikong and started to coax, clamoring that Yuantong couldn't speak and it was not counted.
Yuan ventilation was half dead, knowing this, he just stepped down just now, not talking about those nonsense.
However, when he thought about it, although this emptiness is also a black lotus, it was just a breakthrough soon, and he didn't need to be afraid of him at all.
What's more, he still has a rainstorm, the needle of the king, and since this dead space finds death, he will fulfill him.
Thinking of this, Yuantong sneered: "Well, since that is the case, I will meet you."
However, Yuantong just released half of the black lotus, and Jikong threw a cannabis bag towards him.
Yuantong subconsciously stepped back a few steps. After the marijuana bag fell on the ground, the pepper surface inside was scattered, and Yuantong was choked with tears.
At this moment, Ji Kong threw a stack of Fuzhuan at him again.
The crackles sounded one after another, mixed with Yuantong's screams, and he never thought that Zen disciples, who had always been upright and pedantic, would be so ... insidious.