Campus belle's cultivation master

It is a great disaster for ordinary people to get angry when they are strong.

The terror power of the cultivator is like a walking bomb, which destroys everything and vanishes everything.

Whether it is solid barriers, or places of interest, will be in their hands between the ashes.

Hailan hotel in Edo, enjoy the banquet hall.

There was a strong wind on the ground, which swept the whole hall. Today, thousands of guests who came to the banquet were running around in panic, screaming all the time.

Bang! Bang! Bang

The glass headlamp hanging on the roof, shaking and falling one after another, fell to pieces on the ground. With the disappearance of, and that bright and gorgeous lights.

In the banquet hall, it soon fell into darkness. Only the moonlight outside the window shone in, laying a layer of silver frost on the messy floor.

The guests huddled and retreated in all directions, clinging to the wall in a tumult

"How's it going? Who won? "

"What's the matter? What about Mr. Lin? Could it be that

"I don't know..."

The buzzing crowd gradually calmed down, and they stared round at the dark central area with different expressions.

To be fair, they would rather the death of Lin Zixuan, one of China's most proud men, at the hands of Yujiang in Dajin. After all, we are all dignified people in the upper class, and no one wants to bow down to the throne at the knees of a Chinese

One second, two seconds, three seconds

The room was still and terrible, until a strange "cluck" came from the middle of the room. It was like a mouse running out at midnight to bite the leg of the table and grind its teeth.

Matsushita Zhichun a lot of years old, just run too fast, accidentally flash waist.

He was supported by others, and his face was full of pain, but he could not care about it. He said impatiently, "what's the matter? Where's the light? Turn on the light

Pop!

I don't know which guest turned on his flashlight.

With the help of dim light, the guests could see a tall figure kneeling on the ground, shaking violently like an electric shock. At the same time, the joints of his whole body seemed to be oppressed by endless force, making a very clear "cluck" sound.

The crowd burst into an uproar and exclaimed, "who is that?"

Just at this time, the sound of disordered footsteps came from outside, and then a large number of hotel security guards rushed into the banquet hall, clutching the flashlight, throwing the flashlight to the center.

This time, the guests finally saw the bleeding, twisted and painful face.

Yujiang in dazin!

Lin Yu, on the other hand, sat quietly in a chair in perfect condition, holding two beautiful girls with delicate and graceful posture in his arms. It seemed very pleasant.

On his left thigh sat Shen Feili with a pretty face and a faint red face, and on his right thigh sat Zhen yueliangzi with a silky eye. He could be called a winner in life.

Everyone in the room looked incredible. Although they are not clear, what happened between the lightning flint, but there is no doubt that Otsu Yujiang lost, lost!

Lin Zixuan, the pride of China, is so strong and terrifying! The disciple under the throne of the invincible sword saint has no resistance in front of him!

The guests, headed by Matsushita Zhichun, are still not fully aware of the horror of tianbang strongmen. However, the fact that happened in front of them today reminds them again and again that Tianjiao in China should not be provoked!

The security guards of the hotel were panic stricken and asked: "excuse me, what's the matter?"

"Move the flashlight." Real moon Liangzi reluctantly came down from Lin Yu, stabilized his mind, and coldly ordered, "Sir, I hate people shaking his eyes with electricity. Do you all live impatiently?"

The security guards on the opposite side shivered. They quickly moved the flashlight and lowered their heads in fear: "I'm sorry, I'm rude!"

Real moon Liangzi blinked, staring at dazin Yujiang kneeling on the ground and clenching his teeth. His eyes twinkled slightly, and immediately asked, "Sir, what should he do with it?"

Lin Yu raised his face slowly and looked at Shen Feili's delicate face helplessly: "can you go down? You've made my legs numb. "

"Ah." Shen Feili suddenly returned to her senses. She was so ashamed that she quickly climbed down from him.

It's funny to say that at the moment of the attack on the Yujiang River in Dajin, she and two young girls, Zhenyue Liangzi, got into Lin Yuhuai to seek shelter.

They have experienced many difficulties and obstacles. It's their subconscious instinct to take this guy's arms as a safe haven

Lin Yu cleared his throat, stood up, walked to the front of the Dajin Yujiang, and looked down at him.

Dazin Yujiang's teeth cackled and his forehead became blue, but he couldn't say a word. Now he felt that there was endless pressure on his shoulders, which was like a towering mountain, trying to crush him to pieces.

He didn't dare to open his mouth and speak, and he was afraid that once his strength was relaxed, his whole body would be crushed into meat sauce.

Lin Yu looked at him. After a long time, he spoke slowly: "what's the matter with you? I didn't beat you, I didn't scold you, how could I still kneel down? If there were not so many witnesses present, outsiders would think that I was bullying a younger generation. "

These words are too irritating!

Dazin Yujiang's body was severely shocked, his eyes were ready to crack, and he almost fainted with anger.

He did not expect that although Lin Zixuan, the Chinese Tianjiao, was only half a step away from his natural environment, he had already mastered the power of simple field. Even if you stand there, you can suppress him, the top master of Huajing, so that he can't move. Even if you stand there, you can break your bones and muscles and turn flesh into mud!

It's true that he is a demon of cultivating truth and a strong man of tianbang. This method is shocking! It's no wonder that with his own efforts, this man was able to open up the Japanese blood, step on the shogunate, and make tens of thousands of strong Japanese return to jiuxiao!

Otsu Yujiang thoroughly recognized the plant, before the unwilling, unconvinced, all at the moment disappeared. Facing the young man in front of him, he is just like a little ant facing an elephant. What's the right to be rampant?

He slowly, slowly raised his face, muscle twitching, under the pressure of the heavy space, the scarlet eye bleeding, across the twisted cheek, dripping to the ground

"Ha ha, you lost so badly." Lin Yu sneered with disdain. He raised his hand and brushed it lightly. He said carelessly, "come on, Shenmu Youliang sent you to deliver the letter. What's the matter?"