The Rebirth of the Ghosts Return

In the face of Mao’s temperament, if there was a blast in the mountain, Qin Hao’s eyelids were not lifted, and his hands were still on his chest, like thinking about it?

"It's really boring. This guy is scared. I will come to the pavilion and go home to find your mother to drink milk." There was a buzz in the crowd.

What they hope to see is a hot and melodious drama, instead of being beaten like a gourd.

Mao Shun also thinks this way. Seeing that Qin Zhen was frightened by himself, he couldn’t help but be overjoyed: "I have two hundred pounds of strength in each of these fists, and they can break the boulder. This kid dares not stop, just smashing his brain and splitting. Hey."

Just when his fist was about to fall to Qinling's Tianling cover, the delicate face was raised, no fear, no panic.

He is laughing!

It was a creepy sneer, and Mao Shun couldn’t understand why it was such a life and death that the guy could laugh.

He realized that things were not good, but it seemed to be late.

Qin Yuping's outstretched index finger, like the cash machine password, gently on the Mao Shun's fist!

To point to a punch? No one understands what it means to do this death.

Mao Shun is not able to scream out. He only feels a chilly rush, pouring into the fist, suddenly numb his body, and brute force into the sea, disappearing without a trace. The man is still in the air, and he has been detained by Qin Hao.

"Do you like killing?" Qin Hao single-handedly screamed Mao Shun, a brave man of more than two hundred kilograms, in his hands like a doll, no weight.

"I, I am wrong, beg you, don't kill me." Faced with the cold eyes of Qin Yu, Mao Shun used the last bit of strength, his throat whimpered, and pleaded with grief.

"People always want to see the coffin and know that they are crying. Why bother?" Qin Hao's eyes were cold, and he waved his hand and threw the hair out like a garbage.

His fingertips abolished Mao Shun's limbs meridians, and later said that using fists to kill people, it is a trouble to take chopsticks.

The original noisy venue was instantly quiet and quiet.

The Qin dynasty flashlight flashlight is general, they only saw the Wu County township squatting out a finger, the Maos who claimed to be the second master lost.

boom!

Mao Shun’s heavy shackles are in front of Zhou Xiaolong, wow! The mad spit a blood and splashed Zhou Xiaolong.

"Dragon is less, what is going on, you are not saying that this guy can play very well? This is just the beginning of the break, and the hair is done." Fang Junkai jumped up and shouted dissatisfied.

Zhou Xiaolong is also inexplicable. He grabbed Mao Shun’s collar and asked, “What is the situation?”

Mao Shun gasped and sighed: "President, I, I don't know what happened, he was buckled by his neck..."

"My day, your sister, oh, you are a shameful dead garbage, give me a roll!" Zhou Xiaolong hated to let go of his hand, kicked a kick like a grass dog's Mao Shun.

"Call!" Wen Xueyu quietly looked at the platform from the fingertips. Seeing that Qin Hao is still good, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and He Yaying looked at each other and smiled slightly.

He Yazhen is hate Qin Yu, but at the moment of life and death, she does not want to lie to herself, she hopes that Qin Hao is alive.

Seeing that he defeated Mao Shun, the burning feeling in his heart, finally eased a lot.

The casual smile on the faces of the two women was captured in the eyes of Zhao Yuxuan.

He understood that He Yazhen did know the earthen bun and she was worried about him.

Thinking of this, he yelled at the arm of the chair and shouted: "Zhou Xiaolong, your people can't do it, and then go on, let's face the face of Dongzhou."

"President, I will help you to clean up him!" At this time, a young man with a strong head and a black man came out from behind Zhou Xiaolong and asked his head.

Zhou Xiaolong, who was still full of anger, met him and smiled. He sat back in his chair, took up the hot tea, took a sip, and slowly considered it.

"Long Shao, Zhao Ge asks you, can you still play?" Fang Junkai saw the teacher unfavorable, and he was disappointed.

"You are afraid of a bird! I have a war, Mao Shun, Gao Li, what fear?" Zhou Xiaolong swayed Erlang legs, Sen sneered.

"Mao Shun this garbage was poked into a **** by a finger, you still blow a hair ball, come to the reliable person, OK?" Zhao Yuxuan frowned.

He can't wait to hope that someone can swear by Qin, and it is best to beat him half-length to relieve his hatred.

"Gao Li, go, take your hand weapon, and be bold and daring to slash, hacked to have me... No, there are few pipes buried." Zhou Xiaolong put down the teacup and raised his hand and smiled proudly.

"Yes, I am confident and bold, I am dead, there is me and Zhao Shao, I can't do anything." Fang Junkai nodded.

The black and strong student named Gao Li was overjoyed and gave a thunder and thundered: "Get the knife!"

Suddenly, two students carried a two-meter long knife and walked over.

Gao Li easily took the knife with one hand and jumped to the ring.

boom!

In the ring, a muffled sound suddenly sounded like a black door **** descending from the sky.

The audience around the audience sees such a god-like character, and the thunder applause.

"Dragon brother, you seem to be more optimistic about this person, is he very powerful?" Yao Lili asked quite puzzled.

"Oh!" Zhou Xiaolong raised his chin and rushed Fang Junkai to make a look.

Fang Junkai was willing to clear the Qing dynasty, quite proud of it: "Gao Li is a person in the poor mountain ditch of Nanhe County. Their village is a martial artist for generations. This kid has a natural power from childhood and makes a good knife."

"When the college entrance examination, the bird's cultural achievements were all ruined, but the sports performance was exceptionally good. I was selected by my father to go to Dongda, and I worshiped the martial arts in the Jingwu Society of Long Shao."

"Yes, Gao Li's big knife, weighing a total of 82 pounds."

"On the boxing effort, Mao Shun is the second in Jingwu Society, but to discuss weapons, Mao Shun can't bear his blow." Zhou Xiaolong proudly added a sentence ~www.wuxiahere.com~ my one, eighty-two pounds The big knife, isn’t it like a master? "Liu Yang sees Gao Li brave and can't help but worry about Qin."

"Hey, then you are too small, high-powered. After more than a year of pointing, I combined Lee’s Jeet Kune Do, and Gao Li’s knife can break the gold and iron, and dance to the ghosts!” Zhou Xiaolong shook his head. Proud.

During the speech, he wanted to learn the master's sorrow, but the beard was not long enough, and he smashed two on the chin's beard to show the prestige.

"I have seen the movie, the founder of Lee's Jeet Kune Do, not a nunchaku, and can't relate to this big knife."

Liu Yang saw Zhou Xiaolong blowing his god, and asked uncomfortable.

"Cough, the martial arts pay attention to a thorough integration, one pass through hundreds of doors, you know a fart!" Zhou Xiaolong replied with some awkward gestures.

He is a good person with his own ambiguity and dryness.

Just talking about the martial arts, you will not feel consciously floating, and regard yourself as a master. It is hard to get rid of it.

"I can train a master who is so powerful, a master, an absolute master, and Xiaolong can no longer be self-satisfied!"

Fang Junkai came back with confidence and despised Liu Yang’s eyes and flattered.

"A village husband and aunt, can be trained to become such a master, Xiaolong is not a master, but also like a master." Zhao Yuxuan nodded with satisfaction.

Although he has the right to be powerful, but to clean up the Qin dynasty and other people, you have to count on Zhou Xiaolong, this kind of savage husband, is to have a heart.

"Listen to rest assured, high-powered horses, this battle will win, this battle will be completed! And this person is a rib, fight up and do not keep hands, the surname Qin is the copper head iron arm, this is also difficult to escape Zhou Xiaolong smiled and raised his hand to indicate that everyone continued to watch the show.