Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao Chapter 1864: Be careful of feet
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Although shameless, it is a reasonable use of the rules of the game.
No one stipulates, can't a dozen people join forces?
The young man in Tsing Yi is proud. He has made up his mind. This time he won with a large number of people. Next, he started with money and smashed his opponents to admit defeat. How can he get a place into the fourth floor.
Then he does n’t have to think much about it, but he can stand on the fourth floor of the stage, and his limelight is naturally enough.
It ’s so capricious!
There are more than one hundred people in this group, and now more than a dozen people are a group. Such a force is really great.
"Destroy them first!" A voice rang.
Everyone heard it, yes, although there are more than a dozen people in the other party, what about yourself? There are almost a hundred, but can't you beat dozens of a hundred?
"Go!"
These people rushed up, and the young men in Tsing Yi were beaten up.
The young man in Tsing Yi was dumbfounded. He never expected this to happen.
A hundred people, how can they stop them?
At first sight, the audience couldn't help but be happy.
It is rare to see such a scene, and obviously has the upper hand, but the situation is reversed in an instant.
So, being a low-key person, you see, too high-profile is the end.
If the young people in Tsing Yi will use a strategy, even if they do n’t do so, the arrogance will roar, and push it directly to the beginning of the war. With the joint efforts of a dozen people, it will be cleared instantly.
But now, it is about to be abused as a dog.
Bang bang bang bang, a dozen of Tsing Yi young people were instantly disabled during a brawl, they were just relying on a large number of people, and there is nothing outstanding, masters who can turn the tide, how can they resist this? Group fight?
The young man in Tsing Yi was knocked to the ground, and he did n’t know how many people were affected. He barely raised his head and found the direction of the earliest voice. He saw a young man smiling at him.
He was furious suddenly, this guy was definitely intentional!
You wait, I remember you!
Ling Han sighed, he actually just wanted to be a beautiful man quietly, but who would let everyone be in a group, even if he does n’t have such a voice, in the end he still has to solve it by himself other side.
It might as well be a fire, seeing the excitement.
Ling Han waved his hand and smiled, "Go along the way."
Bang, the young man in Tsing Yi was beaten out of the fighting circle. According to the regulations, he lost the qualification for the game.
The young man in Tsing Yi trembles up and his face is purple and purple. He hates to say: "We are now enemies! No one can be so damned to me like Yamada Takeshi!"
Ling Han frowned, and he did n’t know what was going on. He hated this surname. He knew that the other party called such a hateful surname. He should never let the other party run out so easily. He should be beaten again.
It's okay, the other party obviously won't give up, and then there will be a chance to beat it.
When the group of Yamada Taken was completely cleared, the remaining hundred people cheered in unison, and some of them even hugged each other.
"Ah, you are so mean, you stabbed me!" One of them suddenly screamed, because he had just hugged him, and the cold sword was stabbed in the waist. Fortunately, the dust was too powerful. This It just caused him to be hit hard, not to hang up.
"My ass!" Others were kicked out of the combat circle and cried while covering their ass.
It used to be a lot of peace, but now it is very comical.
The audience in the stands are all laughing, and I feel that the battle in this group is too happy. The goddess Tianfeng smiled bitterly, as long as her husband was present, it seemed that even the most serious thing would be a farce.
Ling Han scratched his head, he really didn't do anything, just whispered.
"Small white face, get out of me!" A middle-aged man wielded his sword and hacked it over here, but it was all chopped, but it was limited to a small range of melee. It's a pot.
This man has a strong physique, and his skin exudes a pale silvery luster under the impact of battle fluctuations. It seems that he has transformed into a silver **** of war, swept away by the sky and earth, and swept towards Linghan.
"Be careful of your feet." Ling Han smiled.
What?
The middle-aged big man was a little surprised, I cut it with a knife, but you told me to be careful, what does that mean? Is your kid kicked by a donkey?
He was thinking in his heart, but the knife in his hand was still abruptly, and continued to cut towards Ling Han's head and neck.
Looking that the blade is about to cut to Ling Han's neck, he can't help but show his joy, and he is determined to succeed.
But at this moment, I saw that Ling Han raised his hand, flicked it gently, and didn't see any big movements from him, but the knife he cut out suddenly turned sharply and slashed towards the ground.
Coincidentally, he just rushed out of one arrow step, his left foot stepped down, and the knife was cut on the left foot.
"Ah--" Middle-aged Zhuang Han screamed suddenly. This knife was violently infused with all the prestige of his rules. With a knife down, the entire foot was cut in half, poof, and blood was sprayed directly.
Be careful with your feet. This is what it meant.
He looked at Ling Han blankly. There was no such a coincidence in the world. Ling Han casually guessed the ending.
The opponent's strength ... is so strong that he can control everything and let everything develop as he wishes.
The middle-aged brawny man was cold and sweaty. Fortunately, the other party just let this knife cut to his feet, instead of cutting it to a younger brother, for example.
"Thank you!" He left a word and hurried out of the war.
In the stands, everyone was weird and funny. How could there be such a person, who just slashed his sword aggressively, but the result was that he was chopped on his own foot, and then thanked his opponent again.
"Hey, this is because the young man is very strong, so the person who makes the sword will cut his own feet, but also thank others for not killing him." A young man explained, although said Ling Han Very strong, but his face is proud.
"Eh, Cheng Family's Tianjiao Cheng Fengyun!"
"He is terrible, it is said that he will almost become the king."
"Since he said that the young man is very strong, he must be very strong!"
The people on the side are full of discussion, and some people boldly said: "Cheng Shao, why don't you participate? And, if you meet the young man, how much is the winner?"
Cheng Fengyun was proud and said, "Ten!" Although Ling Han is very strong, it is not so in his opinion. As for why he did not participate? Joke, this time even Zhao Qingfeng has come, and the three saints have been left in disregard in the first battle. What strength is this?
Anyone who participates in the competition is stamped on by Zhao Qingfeng, so why should he insult himself?
He is already very famous, and he does n’t need to use this kind of competition to improve his reputation.
"Cheng Shao, in your opinion, can this young man win from this group?" someone asked.
Cheng Fengyun thought about it, shook his head, and said, "Impossible! He is too sharp now, and he must be targeted by other people's joint efforts to win."