~： Thirty-six. Tang 3: Unless you cross over my body!

There are two soul rings on Li Ren's feet, which are up and down, all of which are yellow. It means that he has two hundred years of soul rings, and it is not the lowest one hundred years.

Looking down at the exquisite workmanship, Li Ren's eyes glanced over with a trace of surprise, the Maitreya-like round face of affinity followed by the haze, like a rosa face turned into a blue-faced fang, like a roaring face, with a bad voice and evil air:

"Little devil's head, give you some color, you will open a dye workshop for me, is it itchy?"

Li Ren stepped out and rushed towards Tang San.

It's just that compared with Li Ren's powerful defensive ability, his speed really means tears and slow death.

One sneak attack failed, and Tang San's heart burst into waves. The man in front of him was actually a great soul master of level 20 or above!

how can that be?

When did Yang Ming provoke such a strong man?

There was a sharp turn in his mind. Tang San was very clear that he was not Yang Ming's kind of demon who could create miracles. It was a fantasy for him to fight against the Soul Master with a tenth-level soul warrior.

Without hesitation, he stepped on ghosts and retreated towards the dense woods behind him.

At the same time, the left thumb of his left hand is clasped, palms down, and the other four fingers are stretched out together, the movement is simple and effective, one after another carefully crafted hidden device, across the air in a virtual shadow, very difficult to detect with the naked eye, silent The ground struck the tall tattooed man who was approaching.

This concealed weapon technique belongs to the entry level in Tangmen, and is called by the people in the rivers and lakes as a flick arrow.

This method of using the inertia of the arm swing to issue the hidden weapon is the most direct method. Although it is not subtle, it is also extremely effective. Coupled with the prismatic hidden weapon built by Tang San, Tang San is confident that even if he encounters a weaker century-old soul Beast, he also has the power to fight.

It's a pity that the enemies he encountered have a strength far beyond his imagination!

The prismatic concealer was brushed over the face of the tall tattooed man, and sparks sputtered out, making an unpleasant sound like an eraser wiping the blackboard.

However, he failed to leave a trace on the other person's face.

Tang San thought that the hidden weapon could prevent the opponent from forward. Unexpectedly, the defeat was successful. Seeing Li Ren's speed is relatively slow, without any hesitation, he quickly anointed the soles of his feet and ran towards the depths of the forest.

Unfortunately, Tang San ignored one thing!

The tattoo duo is two people!

A short tattoo man named Wang Zhong, two soul rings also appeared at his feet, ups and downs, also yellow, which shows that he is a great soul master like Li Ren, more than 20th level!

Wang Zhong's hands were glowing with green light. It seemed that countless fireflies gathered in his palm in the night, like dreams.

It's just that Wang Zhong's pointed-billed monkey cheeks have no sense of beauty, revealing a cold feeling from his eyes, his two palms pressed against the ground, coldly said:

"Thorn! Twine!"

The voice just fell, and Tang San froze in his heart.

However, without waiting for any response from him, one, two, three... a total of ninety-nine thorns suddenly appeared from under the layered soil.

The thorns broke through the ground, covered the area of ​​200 meters, and blocked all the space that Tang San could avoid. No matter how subtle the ghost-following method, he could not escape!

Even if Tang San used the hidden weapon, he could not cut off the thorns!

Each thorn is like a python, with a thick iron tube and a barb with long nails, which binds Tang's three limbs.

Tang San was suspended in mid-air.

Looking at the nearby tattoo duo, one tall and one fat, one short and thin, Tang Tang's mouth showed a wry smile.

A Soul Master specializing in defense, an Soul Master specializing in control.

Furthermore, both of them are great soul masters of level 20 and above.

At this moment, there is a sentence in Tang San's heart that he did not know when to speak or not.

Tall Li Ren stepped forward and twisted Tang San's ear fiercely. He tried to make Tang San almost suspect that his ear would be pulled off by him.

Li Ren lifted his chin slightly and grinned:

"Scunkie, aren't you able to run? Now run to show me again!"

Tang San pressed his lips tightly without saying a word.

Only when he really faced the Soul Master, did Tang San deeply understand the fragility of being a level 10 soul warrior, and he knew how strong Yang Ming could defeat Su Yuntao!

Soul Warrior promoted to Soul Master, Soul Master promoted to Soul Master.

Every level of promotion is not only a change of title, but also a change of soul to shape the body.

Just like this tall tattoo man in front of him, even if he throws away the blessings of martial soul and soul ring, his body is extremely powerful and his defense is amazing.

Li Ren moved towards Tang San and approached his fat Maitreya-like face.

"Scunkie, tell me, where was the boy who walked with you before?"

Tang San pressed his lips tightly, determined his eyes, and made up his mind, that is, he would not tell Li Ren and Wang Zhong.

Yang Ming treats me like a brother, and I treat Yang Mingru as an elder brother!

"Made!"

Li Ren's nostrils spewed out two groups of smoke, waving palm-sized palms, a slap on the three sides of Tang's face, he didn't hold back, and directly hit Tang's face red and swollen.

"Smelly devil, I think you are beating! You say, or don't say!"

Tang San glared at him, clenching his teeth tightly, the masseter muscle protruding, and even a bit of blood spilled from his mouth because of too much force.

"Good, good!"

Li Ren's fat face was full of haze, slap his backhand again, and fanned to the other side of Tang San.

A faint sound of “click” came out, Tang San's mouth slightly opened, and a tooth inside was broken and spit out with blood.

Tang San's face was red and swollen, and his original handsome face could not be seen. It looked like a small cooked pig's head. Even his eyes were red and swollen, and a gap was narrowed.

"Li Ren, interrogator, how can you be as rude as you are."

The short Wang Zhong prevented Li Ren from continuing to use violence. However, he was not out of good intentions but was just afraid that Li Ren would accidentally kill Tang Sanyi.

In the vast forest, trying to find people is not an easy task.

Once Yang Ming can’t get out of the Junior Soul Master Academy, they can’t get started in Notting City.

Both of their martial spirits have no ability to search for people. Of course, Tang San, who may know Yang Ming’s whereabouts, cannot be let go.

Wang Zhong pointed-nosed monkey cheeks squeezed a smile on his face, but unfortunately it was uglier than bitter, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Child, as long as you tell your uncle where the boy with you went, I will let you go."

Tang San will certainly not naively think that the other party will talk and count.

His squinting gap revealed a cold light, a mouthful of a sip, a **** arrow spit on Wang Zhong's face, causing the latter to violently thunder.

Tang San sneered in his heart, because his face was swollen and his teeth were unspeakable, and he said:

"You want to find Yang Ming, unless you step past my body!"

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