Chapter 152： My woman can only be touched by me, understand?

at this time,

Zhao Ming's figure rose in the air, taking Meng Suan's body into his arms.

Xiao Huo's eyes were silent, and he looked in the direction of the wretched man. In Zhao Ming's eyes, he was already dead.

To dare to do something with his woman is simply too tired.

Meng still, he hasn't touched it yet.

"Zhao Ming? Is it you?" Meng still looked at Zhao Ming in surprise. I thought he had died under the mighty Titan Great Ape, but he didn't expect that he was still alive. Suddenly, there was a burst of joy in her heart.

"Of course it's me. I thought you wouldn't come to Shrek Academy if I wasn't here. I didn't expect you to come anyway." Zhao Mingcan smiled. Meng is still very beautiful. His waist is slender, and his body is very hot and humid because of the previous fight.

Holding in this way, he can still feel the fragrance of her body.

"I, Meng, still say one thing is true. Since I promised to come to Shrek Academy, it must be coming. Moreover, I am not here for Shrek Academy for you." Meng still said, his voice became quieter. Looking at Zhao Ming's brilliant smile, his face turned red.

Because she suddenly remembered that her grandma told her that she wanted her to...

"I'm not guessing right. Do you like me?" Zhao Ming smiled. As a veteran of Hua Cong, he was sure of his thoughts on a girl like Meng Ye.

"How come? Don't talk nonsense." Meng's face was still ruddy, and he quickly pushed Zhao Ming away to stop him from holding her.

Seeing that Meng was still a little shy, Zhao Ming stopped teasing her.

In front of him, there was another more important thing before him.

"Wait for me to solve this guy first, and then I will tell you." Zhao Ming said softly, then coldly looked at the wretched man in front of him.

"Yeah." Looking ahead and protecting Zhao Ming in front of her, Meng still felt sweet in his heart.

Just now, just a little bit, she was about to be attacked by the salted pig hand.

That disgusting behavior made her sick.

If he didn't come, she really didn't know what to do just now.

However, fortunately there is him.

"Boy, you are tired of life and crooked, right?" The wretched man looked at Zhao Ming, his eyes full of anger. Just now, but only a little bit, he could feel the softness and get such a beautiful girl. But just when he was about to succeed, he was interrupted.

Just a little bit, just a little bit too close.

The wretched man breathed fire in his eyes and looked at Zhao Ming coldly.

"Take hands to my woman, you are the one who is tired of life, right." Zhao Ming sneered. A mere thirty-fifth level Soul Venerable also dared to presume in front of him.

For this kind of person, Zhao Ming didn't want to waste his tongue with him.

The figure flashed quickly, and the speed was called ghostly.

"Snapped."

There was a muffled sound, and the wretched man was slapped and slapped by Zhao Ming without warning.

The power gap between the two sides is too great, and even the opposite has no chance to resist.

"you,"

Now, the wretched man realized that Zhao Ming was far stronger than him. It was so strong that he couldn't resist it.

Enduring the pain on his face, he got up from the ground and looked at Zhao Ming in horror. At this time, his words were a little unclear. Oooh, I don't know what I'm talking about.

Zhao Ming smiled, his right palm was fused with a 100,000-year-old Dark Golden Claw. After that slap, the bones of his right cheek had been skewed by him. This life can only be a crooked melon.

However, this is just the beginning.

He bullied his baby, he wouldn't let him go so easily.

Zhao Ming shot again and grabbed his left hand.

Just now, Zhao Ming saw clearly that it was this hand that almost touched it.

The thought of a place he hadn't even touched before, and almost being touched by this wretched thing in front of him, made Zhao Ming feel unhappy.

"Stop it." At this time, the host in charge of the soul fighting platform had already reacted. Seeing Zhao Ming beating the male player like this, he was shocked and angry.

Zhao Ming glanced at the host coldly and ignored him.

With a slight force on the palm, he tore off the wretched man's left arm.

"Ah." The harsh scream sounded, making the audience numb their scalp, looking at the cruel figure on the soul fighting stage in amazement.

"Huh." Using soul power to shake the blood on his body clean, Zhao Ming directly kicked the wretched man off the soul fighting platform. Zhao Ming just attacked his position with a trace of undead fire. Now he doesn't even have the ability to reproduce.

"How dare you commit a crime in front of me?" At this moment, the host rushed over and looked at Zhao Ming angrily.

"This guy just shot her after still conceding defeat, haven't you seen it?" Zhao Ming looked at the host indifferently and said coldly.

"Soul masters will inevitably have some accidents in the battle. Just now Miss Meng still surrendered suddenly, and the player naturally had no time to stop." The host frowned. Of course he knew what that man wanted to do, but in the arena of fighting spirits, he had become accustomed to such things.

Unless there is a particularly important person on the other side, he will not care.

In this kind of contest of spirit fighting, he only needs to pay attention to whether there is a serious injury or death of a player, and the other is not important. Some things are easy to get into trouble if they are too much.

But now that Zhao Ming injured that player like that, he had to take care of it. Otherwise, the player's responsibility for the injury will have to be borne by him.

"These are the rules of your Great Fighting Arena, or your rules." Zhao Ming said with disdain.

"Of course it is the rules of the Great Arena. Now that you have broken the rules, ignoring the authority of our Great Arena, I should punish you severely in order to follow suit."

"It seems that you still don't understand. There are some people you can't afford." Zhao Ming looked at the proudly-looking host with indifferent eyes.

After speaking, Zhao Ming slapped out a slap, and slapped the host on the face. Will let the fan fly several meters away.

Afterwards, the figure flashed past, stomping him severely.

"Come here, get him up quickly." He didn't fight Zhao Ming at first, but he wasn't quite sure. Now that he felt Zhao Ming's powerful strength, he knew that he had kicked the iron this time.

Because he was a forty-five-level soul sect, but in front of him, he had no power to fight back.

Should this man be strong?

But soon he condensed, looking at Zhao Ming, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes. He wasn't the only person in the Great Fighting Arena. If he attacked the person in charge of the Soul Fighting Arena openly, this person would die.

"I just said, there are some people that you can't provoke." Zhao Ming shook his head and looked at the host's murderous eyes. He stomped on the sole of his foot and directly broke his neck.

With Zi Ji and Brigitte here, let alone him, even if the master of the Great Fighting Arena came, he could be destroyed.

The indifferent eyes lifted, Zhao Ming looked forward, the guard who was facing the dozens of battlefields he used.

A black light flashed on their hands, and a black fire ignited on their bodies.

After a few ten breaths, it will disappear.

Such terrible strength shocked everyone.

There was a dead silence, all of them stared at Zhao Ming blankly.

"My goodness."

"What did I just see?"

"Is this the hero's anger as a beauty?"

Everyone, seeing this scene, couldn't help taking a breath, looking at Zhao Ming, their eyes full of awe and regret.

Offended the Great Colosseum what good fruit can there be?

"I am here in the future, if anyone bullies you, remember to tell me, know?" Zhao Ming said, holding Meng Wei's hand.

Meng's brain was still blank, and he nodded blankly.

"No, you killed the people in the Great Fighting Arena, they won't let you go." Meng still woke up, his chest was slightly up and down, and his brown eyes looked at Zhao Ming, a little moved.

The Great Fighting Arena, what a existence is that.

Even their strange beast family is nothing more than a small existence in front of the big arena.

But Zhao Ming was willing to offend such a powerful force for her.

"What is the Great Fighting Arena? A woman who dared to move me, even if he was the emperor of the fighting empire that day, I would find a way to kill him." Zhao Ming smiled.

"Yeah." Listening to Zhao Ming saying that she is his woman, she wanted to refute. But seeing Zhao Ming doing so much for her, and then being punished by the Great Fighting Arena, he couldn't say anything.