Chapter 20 Mrs. Guest

"Qiankun."

With a flip of the hand, a huge palm was formed in the sky again.

This time, it happened to appear in the sky above Longyang.

Just like a meteorite falling from the sky, it landed without warning.

boom!

At the same time that the handprint landed, Long Yang punched the sky.

The small fist waved on the huge handprint.

Time seemed to stagnate at this moment, only Long Yang's body was not moving at all.

The handprint that should have landed on the ground just like this stagnated on Longyang's fist, unable to move down even half a minute.

"Squeak."

Signs of cracks began to spread from around Longyang's fist little by little, and cracks began to appear in the huge handprints at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"boom!"

In the next second, the diameter of the handprint collapsed in front of everyone.

This fairy spirit mixed with golden energy is so powerful and terrifying that even Long Yang himself never thought of it.

"Pfft!"

The strong backlash finally spread to Mo Fan at this time, and he clutched his chest.

As soon as his face turned pale, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Absolute disbelief filled his eyes. So far, he still dare not imagine what kind of person can feel a great threat when fighting with him and break through in battle.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't even dare to think about it.

Under such pressure, he didn't faint, and he didn't lose his fighting power, but at that moment, he seemed to be a completely different person.

This time, it was him who lost, from his own crushing to the opponent's counter-killing, even though he still had the power to fight, he didn't have the face to continue fighting.

Is this the Ke Qing whom my uncle likes so much? Sure enough, there is a set, although it is a bit shameless.

"That's the end?" Long Yang looked at his bleeding fist, and subconsciously wanted to sprint forward, but he still stopped.

His plan was not like this before, even if his strength was weak, he would still have a way to save face when the other party came into contact with him, or in other words, to play tricks on the other party.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, he would successfully break through before the battle. Such an extravagant hope, but even he himself didn't dare to think about it before.

It's all right now, it's turned into an anti-kill, and it seems that this guy has no serious injuries, and he still has the strength to fight, the thought of taking advantage of his illness to kill him was instantly erased from Long Yang's heart.

What a joke, although I am not at the end of my strength now, this is almost the same, thank God for pretending to be successful.

Just breaking through to this limit before the battle, if you still don't know what to do and want to make some moths, then the result, I'm afraid it can only be that you are really ashamed.

"Not bad! You can really fight me with your strength, and it's not impossible to beat me, it's just relatively small."

"But this is just a discussion, and there is no need to share it."

"Let's just make peace." He wiped the blood on his face with his cuff.

An iconic smile appeared on Long Yang's face.

He has no arrogant expression,

But at this moment, with such an expression and tone of voice, everyone in here had an illusion.

It was as if, in that battle just now, this kid had always been in the upper hand, crushing the opponent.

Is there any shame in this?

If it weren't for your good luck, when you broke through in the battle, your strength soared, so that Master Mo Fan was caught off guard, and you would have been tortured out of Xiang by now, right?

Whose blood is your shameless victorious attitude?

Mo Fan, who is not good at words, almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood, it was so exasperating.

It is impossible to give this guy a little bit of recognition and good looks at all, otherwise, he will definitely put his nose on the face, and he can't wait to spread it to the whole world.

"Farewell!"

I really can't be ashamed, if I'm spouting a mouthful of old blood at this time, maybe this fellow will mock him.

Turning around, looking back, Mo Fan walked out of this area.

Anyway, today is a big shame, and staying here will not do any good for Mo Fanwei.

The surrounding area of ​​the ring fell into a burst of extreme silence.

Almost everyone started to look at Long Yang who was covered in blood.

Everyone knew that he was actually not seriously injured, that is, he looked a little scary.

However, in a real sense, if you want to teach him a lesson at this time, I'm afraid no one will step forward?

"Who else?" A subconscious thunderclap rang in his ears.

Everyone in a daze looked in the direction of the sound beyond the ring.

All I saw was that at this moment, Long Yang was pointing at the sky with one hand, posing in a very cool pose, looking up at the God of Clouds and calling.

"Nimma!"

"Why don't you send down a thunderbolt to kill this mentally handicapped person?"

In the minds of countless people, such a thought began to emerge.

Don't ask to hold your forehead with one hand.

Now he really regrets not handing this kid over to the Snake Clan.

If I keep getting along with this guy in the future, will I be like him, becoming a second-year middle school boy every second of every second? Still the kind of shameless to the extreme second-year boy.

I don't ask about the reputation, do you still want it?

"Stay away from him, be sure to stay away from him."

"If this is infected, my mother will never be able to marry for eight lifetimes." Mo Qingqing also rolled her eyes and made a poisonous oath to herself in her heart.

"Young man 'Yang', you should go back to rest earlier. Even if you want to compete with this blood-stained body, don't rush it for a while. Image is important, and image is important." A fairy wanted to cry without tears.

He finally understood that this guy has no bottom line in many cases, but strictly speaking, he is also a mentally retarded person with no bottom line.

Let him go on like this, the face of the younger generation in Ziyun City will be completely lost.

"Call me Master Ke Qing!"

"Do you still have some insight? We are so popular, is it possible that we can't be regarded as such a name?" Turning his head, his face was fierce.

At this time, he showed signs of starting a fight if he disagreed with him.

"Your Excellency."

Countless people looked at this living treasure with speechless faces and said in unison.

"That's more or less the same!" Flicking his sleeves, Long Yang put on a pose he thought was handsome, and disappeared around the ring in front of everyone's eyes.

"call!……"

"Nimma scared me to death! Fortunately, those guys are not challenging."

"Otherwise, my old life might be lost here today."

"It hurts, hurts, hurts!"

As soon as he got to a place where no one was around, this guy started to writhe violently. The injury was indeed not serious, but it hurt like hell.

If he continued, he might lose his image in any arena.

Master Ke Qing, do you want to continue messing around?

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