Strongest Dragon Slayer System

Black Tiger Gang.

The left-hand army was only 40 this year, because, for the reason of the practice, the whole man seemed very strong, once a disciple of Jianghu Sect, and then returned to his old Jiang Jiger Gang, with fist foot, because of his temper, wounding the side and being expelled from the master’s house.

For him, Black Tiger Gang was his river mountain, and his position in Black Tiger Gang was equivalent to Emperor, and no one dared to defeat him, and he was killed by his fist of 500 jin.

500 jin’s strength, already in the river lake, belongs to an influential Warrior, and the whole city of the river, apart from shocking the cows of dojo, is not a rival of the left-hand army, and the cow is strong because of a lack of brain, nor is it in the eyes of the left.

Today, the left-hand army is sitting in the lobby, and Black Tiger Gang’s bones are standing on both sides and silent.

The

atmosphere in the lobby is somewhat silent, with the left corpse on the left side of the army, and with the exception of corpse on the left, there are several subordinate flights left today, who are still alive when Ning Qi is dumped and can be returned to Black Tiger Gang.

Two thousand pounds of fists, for ordinary Warrior, are tantamount to being crushed by giant stones, why are they horror, ordinary Warrior’s cradles, and they can’t resist this attack at all!

“The aptitude of Left Flight, though not me, is more experienced than I was in managing Black Tiger Gang, with brain, unexpected, seven or eight years later, and Black Tiger Gang Gang Lord’s place, and I will pass it to him.”

The left army only slowed down, and his voice was a bit dumb.

People’s consciousness has stopped breathing.

“For so many years, I’ve been such a lone son. Why are you here today, seeing his head?”

The

left-hand army cleaned up Black Tiger Gang’s bones: “Who can answer me? Do I, Black Tiger Gang, have become an influential influence in Jiangjiang City, who can kill, even Young Master, and die outside?”

“Help, Gang Lord, Young Master, this time I brought people to the U.K., and I waited for it to be known, just to think that there was no Warrior in the U.K., and there was a ginger tree, and Young Master took a few good hands and thought that there was no danger.”

An old man gently sighed out, cup one fist in the other hand.

He knew that the left army was talking to him, because he was the master of Black Tiger Gang and at the core, and any movement outside the left normally was taken care of by the master, which was the task of the left-hand army.

Now he’s dead in the purple government, and he’s a master, and naturally it’s hard to blame!

“Master Fong, you’ve been joining me in Black Tiger Gang for years, haven’t you?”

The left army says with a light smile.

Master Fang was a little shaken, and he kneeled on the ground, quickly said:

“Gang Lord’s life, Gang Lord’s life, old man is so unexpected that the new aunt of the Purple Government, who, according to the information I have gathered, is just a weaker student, that’s all, even a slight fall from the hill, will have to sleep for months.”