Divine Seal: Attribute Cultivation, Starting from Saving Cai'er

He also covered his mouth with one hand and coughed repeatedly.

The armor on his body was severely damaged.

The exposed arms and torso turned charred black.

Actually, you think I am a sky knight, but I am a coal digging knight.JPG!

Across the screen.

Long Fan could feel the huge explosive force.

I feel sorry for poor Yang Wenzhao...for half a second.

"Stand up!" What must be said about the tragic world of the blond disciplinary knight! ! 》

But after all.

This is also the fault of this guy.

That strike was like adding fuel to the fire and detonating it.

He is simply Mai Shiranui’s younger brother, he doesn’t know how to live or die!

It can be said that you are asking for trouble.

You can clearly see the violent cherry expanding rapidly.

Clearly a time bomb.

The best way to handle it.

Just retreat at full speed.

Staying away is the right thing to do.

There is a chance to conduct remote attacks to disintegrate.

Ran goose ...

Maybe this is the constitution of an old unlucky man.

A man with 120 points of congenital endometriosis.

The God's favorite person who carries the broomstick and is favored by the god.

Chapter 126 125 Weird things happen every year, but there are so many this year! [Added second update for Taichu Immortal Emperor]

On the trial ground.

Yang Wenzhao is like a downcast beggar.

Wandering out in the fog.

This ghostly look is really hilarious.

Except for the extremely depressed Han Qian.

Sanshui, Lin Chen and others on the podium all had red faces.

We are professionally trained.

Generally don't laugh.

Especially this guy is the grandson of Yang Haohan, the master of the Knights Temple and the Divine Seal Knight of Defense and Coordination.

But unless...

I just couldn't help it.

Han Qian was confused.

He stood up.

If Yang Wenzhao is really good at it.

I'm afraid he, the leader of the Holy Knight, will inevitably be severely criticized.

Fortunately, Yang Wenzhao looked like his armor was broken and he was in a miserable state.

But in the end, he was able to survive the bombardment of violent cherry.

Yang Wenzhao, who was on the court, looked at Bai Xiaomo, who had a pretty face that looked both angry and happy.

I felt extremely depressed.

But don’t forget that this is still a game.

The hand broke off and swung the sword.

Internal spiritual power surges.

A holy light shield integrating healing and defense rose directly into the sky.

Yang Wenzhao's blackened arm had been blown to pieces without any hair left.

Under the treatment of the Holy Light Mask, he regained his second spring.

Staring at the second Bai Xiaomo who made him so embarrassed.

He directly picked up the broken sword that shone with golden light and rushed towards him in large strides.

"I won't fight."

Bai Xiaomo stuck out his tongue.

Put away the staff.

He waved his flawless little hands to show his resignation.

The Templar referee interrupted Yang Wenzhao's charging skill.

Feeling aggrieved, Yang Wenzhao had no choice but to give up.

...

...

A strange battle was playing on the magic crystal screen.

[Magic No. 1: Lin Xin PK Priest No. 2: Sima Xian]

"Lin Xin, Sima Xian, let's play!"

It fell with the referee's sound.

The competition between these two strange professionals has officially begun.

The battle between magicians and priests.

The priest mainly attacks and the magician mainly defends.

Lin Xin looked at the bald Jinlun Pastor in front of him.

Is there any mistake?

Isn't this guy a warrior?

He is obviously a priest wearing a prayer robe.

But he was as strong as the other warriors in his group.

Isn't this a warrior who sneaked into the priest's temple?

Could it be that he is like Brother Long again? !

But Lin Xin didn't wait to think about it.

Sima Jinlun was wielding the thick mallet staff.

He strode forward in long strides.

In the palm of his hand, there was the dark staff.

Flying up and down.

Like a dragon rising out of the sea.

Constantly bombarding the opponent's fire shield defense.

Although this guy is a priest.

But deep down, the blood of warriors bleeds.

After all, it’s the fucking pastor’s genetics that are slightly inferior.

The violence factor of Berserker Dad is not only dominant now.

The priest will carry out this commandment throughout his life.

now.

His series of staff blasts.

They all hit the fire shield.

Fire splattered.

Lin Xin couldn't hold it any longer.

He had to raise his hand again to create a larger and thicker fire shield.

At the same time, he started to use the seventh-level magic skill: Flirting!

Priests are most afraid of assassins, followed by magicians.

Lin Xin's mind was spinning very quickly.

"Brother Sima der, hello, I am the second place in the preliminary round of the Magic Temple.

Don’t think I’m not attacking now, but I’m actually afraid that I’ll lose control once I attack, otherwise…”

But the words are not finished yet.

Sima Jinlunhe smiled.

Lin Xin's response was a heavy hammer.

bang——

Those with bald heads are not afraid of those with green fur.

This bald priest has never seen the word fear in the warrior manuals he has seen since he was a child!

A warrior in priest skin.

"You're a fool to admit defeat. If you don't accept it, then do it!"

talking.

Another hammer came down.

The fire shield shook violently.

It started to break immediately.

Lin Xin couldn't help but curse in his heart.

"This bald priest is such a fool!"

He had no choice but to raise the Fire Cloud Crystal Staff again.

"In this case, if you are not a good person, I will not be polite."

Shout loudly.

"Great Flame Turtle Shell Technique!"

Only four golden-red fireballs were seen condensing out.

Sima Jinlun's heart trembled slightly.

Is it finally time to attack?

He raised the mallet staff and was about to launch a resistive blast of holy light.

But all he saw was that the fireball transformed into four turtle shields.