Chapter 83 I also have a magic weapon

This Hercules ape is worthy of being a master of using sticks. This point is vividly displayed on Huoer. The exquisite stick method from the blood inheritance unfolds. The disciples under the stage are dizzy for a while. The monkey stick waved all the way is wind and rain, and a stick hits the hard and thick scales of the python beast. The thick scales broke one after another with the stroke of the stick shadow, and it fell all the way. The internal force lost its protection of flesh and blood was also presented. In front of the fire magic stick method, the lizard beast that reached the fifth level had no strength to fight back at all, only to withstand the blow like a storm.

Huo'er danced like a stick all the way, regardless of whether the iron bar in her hand could withstand the violent impact, and waved the iron rod in her hand to her heart's content. The disciples below seemed to have an illusion, like watching a little child swinging a ball of cotton with a wicker, and screaming happily while beating. Huo'er's fierceness at this moment made these disciples sweat coldly. They asked themselves if they put themselves under this stormy blow, life is definitely better than death. No, they absolutely don't know life and death.

Thinking of this, everyone looked at the particularly miserable rodent lizard python with pity. The fifth-order fierce beast had long lost its previous fierce appearance, and the colorful and sharp scales on their bodies had already fallen. The flesh and blood under the scales was also displayed in front of everyone. The sharp teeth had already been broken by the fire, and only a mouthful of blood stains were hissing and sobbing there. One side of the eyelid has been covered by the dirty blood flowing from his head, leaving only one eye looking at the lively fire with a color of prayer.

Looking at the miserable beast stage, there is an absurd feeling in everyone's hearts. This huge guy was taught so miserablely by the little monkey. The world is really wonderful, so wonderful that monkeys can use weapons. Finally, the fire screamed and jumped high, raised the already bent and deformed iron rod and hit the head of the dragonfly beast fiercely. With a loud noise and the sound of bone cracking, the huge dragonfly beast completely fainted, and the iron bar in the claws of the fire monkey was broken into two pieces.

As the bent, deformed broken broken stick fell, Huo'er's little monkey eyes also straightened and hurriedly jumped to the side of the fainting lizard and picked up the half of the broken stick. Looking at the rough stubble, he screamed angrily, waved the monkey's claws as if to vent his anger, smashed the huge head with half an iron rod, and then kicked it unsatisfiedly. Huo'er was so strong that the python beast, which had fallen into fainting, was smashed and hummed again, and the fainting could not be completely. The little monkey's claws kicked on the hard and sharp scales, and a small footprint appeared, but the fire threw a stick and covered one foot and jumped up.

The disciples watching the battle below were confused and looked at the little thing's show of teeth and claws on the stage, which was quite incomprehensive. It was not until I saw the little clever ghost grinning and moaning his feet, dodging and looking at the other side that I suddenly realized that I couldn't help laughing. The female disciples below loved this clever little thing so much. After breaking the weapon given by the master, they actually came up with this kind of rogue bitter meat trick to win sympathy. Everyone looked at the little monkey's performance with a smile. After pretending to jump for a while, Huoer found that the owner who was fighting fiercely with the cold rain did not find his "pain". He had to kick the fainting python beast again, pulled the two broken iron bars dejectedly and walked to one side, and stared at the master beating his opponent as hard as it did.

Leng Yu is so miserable now. Just now, Jinghong glanced at him suddenly saw that his proud striped daisythed python was beaten by the inconspicuous wild monkey. He couldn't believe his eyes. When he was distracted, he was caught up by Gan Ping, who rushed in a hurry, and was hit hard. Fortunately, most of his strength was absorbed by the blue light on the surface of his body, otherwise he would be seriously injured and vomited blood and fell to the ground. Not daring to be distracted, Leng Yu hurriedly turned around and ran to the other side. The low-level bondage technique was carried out, hoping to breathe a sigh of relief. What shocked Leng Yu was that the bondage that could even second-order monsters could suppress had no effect on Gan Ping. Gan Ping's speed as if nothing had happened did not decrease and rushed straight. There was no magic power. He just bombarded the blue light on the surface of Leng Yu's body with punches and punches.

Under the beatings of Gan Ping's barbaric force again and again and again, the blue light shield on the surface of Leng Yu's body is about to collapse, with a fractured posture. This discovery shocked Leng Yu. Gan Ping in front of him was like a human-shaped fierce beast in his eyes. Every powerful knock would make Leng Yu in unbearable pain. He didn't care much about it. He waved his hand to the runes and flew to Ganping. He turned his hand and took out a bottle of elixir from the storage bag, and swallowed a few pills as if it were free.

The fragrance of elixir floated down the stage. From time to time, several disciples who smelled the fragrance of medicine rolled in the back street, swallowing saliva and scolding in the bottom of their hearts. This cold rain is worthy of being a direct child of Mo Lingfeng's lineage. He is so rich that he actually uses Zengyuan Dan, which has improved his cultivation, as a combat medicine for recovery. How can such an act make the disciples under the stage who are overstretched by the spiritual stone elixir not scold him for being a prodigal? Unfortunately, these disciples could only watch Leng Yu kowtoe down the valuable Zeng Yuandan on the stage.

Leng Yu no longer cares about the consumption of this elixir. The previous calm and comfortable look has disappeared. The desperate left and right block secretly regretted going to the stage to provoke this evil star. Gan Ping took over the spiritual charm spells that flew from Leng Yu one by one. He had already taken the silk dragon pattern Binghuo Yuan Gang back into his body, and gently touched the corners of his mouth. Today, he must take this cold rain to stand up, so he did not use other means to attack Leng Yu with a savage punch with the strength of his body. The cold rain shrouded with a layer of blue light on the body surface is like a huge sandbag. He retreated after being hit by him on the stage. With his solid upper body showing his muscles and the flames wrapped outside his body, it simply made the fierce performance of the physical monk incisive.

The disciples of Wei Yufeng who came to the stage were angry when they saw such scenes. They didn't care about offending Mo Lingfeng's thoughts and shouted one after another. The first person was the arrogant giant Yang Zongqi. Looking at the beast-like Gan Ping on the stage, there were also bursts of pleasure in his heart. At the same time, he was quite curious about the disciple of Ming Yunfeng. He seemed to be smooth and white, and his behavior was so domineering and passionate. He was really not good-looking, but such an act was in line with his mind.

Leng Yu desperately hit out the last ice charm in his hand and touched the empty storage bag and cried secretly. On the contrary, Gan Ping in front of him was just a little messy, and there was a little frost on the burnt hair at the temples, but the offensive became more and more fierce. This also made the disciples on the stage secretly smack their tongues. The strength of the sweet body on the stage really makes people look sideways. Such a fierce full attack has passed a fragrance, but his handsome face did not have a trace of fatigue, but became more and more excited.

The ugly cold rain dodged Gan Ping's attack awkwardly, and his eyes glanced at the more and more disciples gathered under the stage, and his face was also particularly ugly. It seemed that his face was lost today. Most of the onlookers under the stage smiled. Leng Yu think that his talented family background is far more than that of the same family. He has always been arrogant and arrogant in the sect. Now he is stunned. Although no one dares to applaud blatantly, the pleasure of everyone is not fake. Li Xing'an's face under the stage was extremely ugly. He didn't expect that he hadn't seen him for a few months. This miscellaneous disciple, who didn't pay attention to it, is so arrogant now. Thinking that this cold rain was provoked by himself, his face became more ugly. When he saw the cold rain aiming at the resentment contained in his glance, he had already After this future, the owner of Mo Lingfeng has resented himself with Gan Ping.

Although the Li family is also quite powerful in Miaochengzong, it is much inferior to the Leng family of Mo Lingfeng. Thinking that if Leng Yu is defeated in the ring, his life will certainly not be better. Li Xing'an's back is already sweating coldly. In the middle of his heart, he is looking forward to the cold rain having a way to turn over, although it seems to be an opportunity. It's quite remote. Touching the empty storage bag and biting your teeth in the cold rain, is it only you who have a magic weapon? Although I can't apply this thing, it's enough to clean up you. Put the thunder in your hand into your pocket. Leng Yu's back to Gan Ping dodge the punch he threw, and took out a spark from the storage bag and stabbed Gan Ping behind him.