Chapter 3902

After a while, I saw that Jixiang Tian and others all ran out of the hall.

Obviously, the oil lamp went out again.

See Ling Han a person sitting outside, as if to understand what, many people are exposed to sneer.

But what's the best thing in the game?

What do you pretend to be?

Only auspicious day and song LAN are moved in the heart, deeply looking at Ling Han.

Women's unique delicacy, coupled with their excellent observation, they have captured before. It is clear that Ling Han came very late, but soon completed the memory of the eighteen Arhats' hands and began to understand outside.

The time is much shorter than that of the wind.

Now, Ling Han is the first to come out.

Is this guy the first to master the magic again?

"Play tricks!" A young man disdains tunnel, he is seven Ding strong, star network ranked 67, named Mo Yuan Wu.

Ling Han only did not know, he is understanding the important juncture.

"Boy, you are so arrogant Mo Yuanwu strode toward Ling Han. He was unknown. But now he dares to put a fork in front of him. What courage is it?

Are you really understanding? Don't pretend, even the wind has not yet mastered, you are a bird.

When he came, he slapped Ling Han.

It's not a heavy blow, because he hasn't killed yet.

Boom!

Someone snatched out, and Mo Yuanwu hit.

Eh?

To see this person's appearance, everyone was surprised, because this is song LAN, the ninth beauty in the list of unique colors.

She actually did it for Ling Han?

The wind continued to see in the eyes, not from the pupil slightly shrink.

As the first person in the casting tripod of northern heaven, he is naturally proud and reserved. Therefore, he is very interested in Song LAN, but he doesn't show it. Although auspicious heaven's appearance and temperament are not inferior, they are Buddhist saints after all, which is too difficult to handle.

Therefore, he is more willing to be close to song LAN.

Although song LAN is very polite to him and shows appreciation for him, it is only so.

Now, song LAN actually for a man's hand, which let the wind continue the accident, is rising a kind of jealousy.

His woman, the heart should be only him, can not tolerate another opposite sex.

"Song Xianzi!" Mo Yuanwu was very surprised, "Why are you --"

before he finished, song Lan said: "this brother is at the critical moment of understanding. It's better not to disturb him."

Mo Yuanwu is surprised and jealous. Who doesn't like beautiful women, especially song LAN, who is such a beautiful girl. But now Song LAN is so protective to Ling Han, which makes him very unhappy.

He was young and full of vigor and said: "Song Xianzi, don't be deceived by him. Even brother Feng can't understand the holy art. How can this boy learn it? So he's just putting on airs here

Listening to him mention himself, Feng Jixing is a little uncomfortable.

How he exists and who deserves to be compared with him?

Moreover, this is not to compare his merits, but to say that he has not mastered the holy arts, which naturally makes him even more unhappy.

Song LAN shook his head: "he did not provoke you, why aggressive?"

Mo Yuanwu embarrassed smile: "since Song Xianzi intercedes for him, that even if."

When the oil lamps in the hall were lit up again, they entered the hall one after another and continued to observe the holy art.

However, Mo Yuanwu deliberately lagged behind a few steps. After everyone entered the hall, he stopped, then turned and walked toward Ling Han.

He won't let Ling Han go so easily.

The guy didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. He put the fork into the sky.

"Boy, there's no one else here, so don't pretend." Mo Yuanwu said coldly.

Ling Han didn't pay attention to it. He was getting better and better.

"OK, let's pretend!" Mo Yuanwu hands, toward Ling Han grasp, this time no one to stop him.

But it was a blank shot.

Eh?

Mo Yuanwu was stunned. When the palm power was about to be photographed, Ling Han suddenly reached out and pushed on the ground. His body shape moved away, just avoiding his palm strength.

You, Maddy.

Sure enough, this is not in the understanding, is clearly attentive to oneself.

"Well, you boy, what a nuisance!" Mo Yuanwu continues to attack Ling Han.

But every time his palm strength or fist strength was about to attack, Ling Han always managed to avoid it properly, which made Mo Yuanwu's anger more and more vigorous.

Can't cure you?

Instead of hitting with such precision, he expanded his strike area. With one blow, his strength condensed and turned into a huge blue fist, which was bigger than the room and rolled towards Ling Han.

So See how you can hide.The bigger the attack surface, the less powerful it must be. Because the strength is scattered, it is very well understood. Therefore, the more the master is, the less likely it will be to attack the opponent. It can also defeat the opponent. This is a waste of power naturally.

But now Mo Yuanwu just wants to let Ling Han parry, breaking the other side that calm dress forced appearance.

So he doesn't care if the waves waste their power or hurt the cold.

Boom, a blow, covered the sky.

Ling Han sighed, he really didn't want to interrupt the understanding of Tao.

Grandma.

He stood up, and since you had to find a pump, you would be the one.

However, he gave a fist, and touched the green fist. Although the difference between the two was very far, he could blow it. The huge green fist broke and was completely vulnerable.

"Ha ha, you finally don't pretend!" Mo Yuanwu felt that it was a great victory for himself.

Look, you can't even fit it.

"Dress up your sister!" Linghan was angry, he was interrupted by Sheng Sheng to understand Tao, and his mood was terrible.

You are maddening. I understand what is going on in your way here. If you disturb me once, I will be stopped again?

It's a real underpumping.

"Hum, you are brave enough to speak to me!" Moyuanwu also showed a touch of anger.

He didn't try his best and was also a wide range of attacks just now. So although Ling Han broke his fist easily, he still didn't pay attention to Ling Han.

Whew, the ice chill came over.

"Ha ha, look for --" Mo Yuanwu laughed, but a dead word had not been exported, he was knocked over by Ling Han.

How can it be so fast?

At this moment, his heart was muddled.

He is a seven Ding strong, star net ranking 67 Tianjiao ah, how even the opponent's fist did not see, this was done down?

He wanted to fight back, but, in a row, a series of fists had been hit, making him cry, and he had no counter attack.

Every punch goes down, will he just gather secret force to break, how to counter attack?

"Ah -" he only cried and cried bitterly. After hundreds of punches, he was born and fainted.

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