"Then dare to ask you, this wait-ranking boss, how old is this year" Ye Feng said with a strange expression, "Boy, I want to calculate, I can't catch up with the time for irrigation." \ "I'm only seventy years old today, what's the matter, I didn't scare you" Lei Potian swept away the gloom in his heart, and said with an angry face.
"What," Ye Feng immediately said with a respectful face, "It turns out that your old man has reached the age of antiquity, and the seventy-year-old old man still came to the ring to play with the boy and me, admire and move."
However, this is really embarrassing boy me, I have always respected the elderly, I want to beat a seven-year-old dog, I think of the fragrance of dog meat hot pot and I can still be greedy, but I want a young and strong young man to beat a seventy-year-old man, Khan, I am afraid that I will be poked in the back by others, I can't afford to lose this person" "Little brute with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, looking for death," Lei Potian said angrily, "If you can dominate the world with your mouth, then the leader of the current cultivation alliance will not be Dao Jiu, the sect leader of the Dao Sect, but an eighty-year-old woman in our countryside."
My generation of monks, you speak by strength rather than your mouth, you are a despicable and shameless villain, a dirty and obscene little brute, a dog slave from a humble background, so humiliating this genius, it is that you are looking for death because you think your life is too long." thunderclap After the furious Lei Potian shouted twice in a row to find death, he held the sword in both hands and slashed at Ye Feng with all his might.
As soon as the thunderbolt sounded, the sun disappeared, the clouds disappeared, and between heaven and earth, it was all a thunderstorm, its momentum was like a god and a demon, its might, like a change in the sky, and its scenery was like the end of the world.
"Oh my God, Lei Potian is a real genius" An eleven-heavy super powerhouse actually shrunk his neck and said, "Fortunately, I am an adult, and I don't have to compete with this generation in the ring anymore, otherwise once I bump into this son, there will be no place to die."
"Alas, twenty-nine is twenty-nine after all."
A spectator stared at Ye Feng with pity and said, "Even if the 19th Monk can use his cleverness to slaughter a few 29 wastes who only increase their mana but not their brains, but in front of the real 29th Monk, they are just like a poor little sheep under the butcher's knife." ” "Oh my God, the twenty-ninth monk who is only seventy years old and so young, and his combat power is so outrageous, Lei Zong is so blessed" A spectator sneered unsympathetically, "A certain so-called record-breaking genius who relied on forcing down a stupid dragon is finally about to show his true form, and these so-called geniuses who love to be in the limelight and become famous by hype must make an example of each other, and educate the latecomers and monks with bloody facts, and always rely on cultivation, not by playing clever tricks and practicing some crooked and evil tricks to compete for power."
This little scumbag, who is only in the middle stage of the triple stage of cultivation and jealousy, but has reached at least the great power level, stared at the incredible shocking changes on the stage, his neck suddenly seemed to be choked, and it was very unfortunate that he loved to pretend to be forced, and his mouth was filled with a spirit weapon that could be retracted at will like a middle-level monk.
As a result, this pretending to be a master of pretending to be a high-ranking person choked on his throat by props, and this prop was bought as an inferior stall, and he was squeezed by his throat, and a serious quality accident occurred.
A pretending genius who was eliminated in the first round of the preliminaries, but he didn't die in the ring, but he was choked to death by his own toys, and he choked extremely miserably, and a bloody sword suddenly grew out of his throat and eyes, which scared a child who was watching the game next to him.
A hand, suddenly ignoring the limitations of time and space, broke through the thunder net, appeared under the throat of Lei Potian, who was recklessly recklessly thundering, and then pinched his neck with a gentle pinch.
"Just a twenty-nine candidate like you, Uncle Ben can fight one hundred and eighty" The familiar style of painting that has not been seen for a long time appeared in the ring for the first time in the main match of the Martial Arts Alliance Junior Elite Competition, and countless people were shocked beyond belief.
Star geniuses are some upper-level secrets that do not know the truth to most of the melon-eating masses, and Ye Feng used the method of forcing the stupid dragon to fill the gap in the record of cross-border enemy destruction in the cultivation world, which was also recognized by most of the melon-eating masses as mixed with a lot of water.
But this is the real genius of the first-class sect Lei Sect in front of him, and he is the benchmark genius of Lei Zong who carries the banner of the Youth Elite Tournament this time, and he was caught alive by a nineteenth-level minor monk who was only fifteen, oh, less than fifteen, and cultivated to only six times, without any mana, and pinched his neck like catching a small machine chicken A chill soaked the hearts of all the spectators, especially the young spectators of the event, and the chill was so cold that I panicked.
With a trembling right hand, a spectator writes the following words on an evaluation form: "Ye Feng, an unfathomable supreme genius, his performance in the qualifiers is definitely just a trick he used to trap and kill my Dao Sect Dao Yi, I hope that the sect will never avoid this sub-edge, don't send my Dao Sect genius to death in vain, especially the supreme genius Dao Yi who is the key to the future rise and fall of my Dao Sect, otherwise, my Dao Sect will definitely have no successor and die in no time."
Ye Feng pinched Lei Potian's neck with his left hand, pulled it with his right hand, and said angrily: "Vest, do you know that when you see the vest again, this level-level mad demon hates others to wear vests and fight with me the most."
After a violent beating, Lei Potian's left face was swollen into a steamed bun, no wonder the leveling madman was so angry, when he leveled up and cut monsters for the first time, for the sake of safety, he held back his strength and practiced until the 10th level to cut the first boss-level monster.
As a result, when he exploded the equipment for the first time, he didn't pick it up but was robbed by others, and he immediately slashed with the other party, and it turned out that this was only a third-level small scum, and he lost 10 points of blood when he cut him with a knife of 10 points, but when he used a level 10 cultivation to cut this scum, he only dropped 2 points of blood when he cut a knife.
As a result, the level 10 leveling madman was actually cut down by a third-level scumbag wearing a riot vest and reborn on a map.
Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, and the first time he slashed the leveling madman who failed, he wasn't too angry, but the guy in the vest was like a fart, entangled him to death, reborn and cut once, and cut to the end to let the leveling madman change his name and surname and return to the novice village to start from scratch.
This experience is the most painful failure in the history of leveling madness, it was full of blood and tears, not only did he not earn the chubby white rabbit toffee next door, but also lost the first discerning little customer in his life, and stumbled on the threshold stone in physical and mental exhaustion, and lost a front tooth Since then, the leveling mad demon training must put on a heavy vest, and madly practice the turtle shell magic skill, after the completion of the miracle, every vest man must be cut, although its original intention is just to find a needle in a haystack to take revenge on the Qiu Kou vest man who changed his name and surname, but staged a farce that only the state officials were allowed to set fires and the people were not allowed to light the lamps.
The prestige of the leveling madman started for the first time in his life, and then gradually his business prospered and his financial resources increased.
It's a pity that the world vest of real leveling is seriously scarce, and the turtle magic skill is also rare and hard to find, Ye Feng has to fight naked all the time, who would have thought that today he would run into a vest man who was unfair to him, how can it really be reasonable: