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Eight hundred and fiftieth chapters easy

Zhang Yishan easily smashed his opponent's sect ghost into a pool. It took only a few minutes to use. The commentators on the field were stunned. There was no time to say anything. This was already over. "Ah, this, the sect ghost players of the Sixth Games team have obviously lost their ability to fight. I think the winner of this game should be the sect mountains of the Blue Moon Team. Please give everyone some applause from the Zhang Yishan players." The applause sounded, and many of the audience in the stands could not reflect it. In just a few moments, why did this sect ghost who is known as the metal manipulator just end? This is really inexplicable. What did this sect ghost do in Zhang Yishan seem to be well-known? But, this sect ghost is over like this? Here and there, this sect ghost is over.

It's worth the price. The last game was so exciting that it was so exciting. Many unique skills were revealed. Various flames and various devouring matches were many times better than this medicine. In this game, there were no more than two moves. Zhang Yishan made a rolling roll. Then, the sect ghost stood there and let others beat themselves into a pool. What does this mean? You must know that when registering for the competition, the sect ghost was a deadly ghost. A big scene where hundreds of people were cut in half appeared. It can be said that a guy with very high strength and cold blood killed. What does it mean here today? He has changed his gender and has become a little lamb? How can the audience who bought the sect ghost victory swallow this breath?

No matter these, Zhang Yishan did not have any feelings for the audience. When he was hitting Guanzi City, Zhang Yishan knew that these guys who watched the game had no good people, they were all guys who came to the stage to raise the blood and fight. There were no good people, and it was like they wanted to be exciting. Therefore, Zhang Yishan was not polite to treat these guys. Zhang Zicheng Zhang Yishan had a precedent, and he directly sent the guys who drank the pot city into Huangquan and came here. The audience's protection was obviously much smaller. There was an energy shield in front of the audience. Zhang Yishan didn't want to put these guys in the stands, but just looked at them coldly, snorted, and after confirming his victory, he turned to the lounge where Ling Xingyue and others. He didn't want to stay here for more.

Ling Xingyue and the others were also happy for him when they saw Zhang Yishan easily win the net. After all, no one knew the other party's reality, whether there was a player like Bai Ye. No one could say that Zhang Yishan easily dealt with the sect ghost on the opposite side without a hard battle. The brothers under the ring still breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Zhang Yishan lifted the transformation and slowly returned, the few people were very happy. "Damn, look at this guy, he turned his mouth to the sky, and won this game, myself

I just feel like a character." Zhao Jinlong was also ruthless. For the commander Zhang Yishan, as long as he could suppress him, it was Zhao Jinlong willing to do it. Zhang Yishan had already walked to the lounge, and he didn't pull down these words. He could hear clearly, "Mulong, you grandson, you know how to arrange me behind you. Don't worry, the next game will be you. I have to take a good look at how your grandson was beaten. It's best to beat you up and climb all over the floor, so that Nana can watch it well.

See what kind of animal you are." "Oh, you're not kind to say that. We're all happy for you. You hurt me like this." Two guys who didn't pull each other and couldn't talk to each other and smiled and hit the spear in their hands, "Okay, it's easy, and the adults didn't win as easily as you." "Good luck, I met a young man, and I dared to say anything, just hit the wall. But Mulong, the Sixth Games team is not simple, you can go to the next game, but you can go to tens of millions.

You can't underestimate the enemy. I didn't expect that they really have the ability to control metals. If this guy hadn't been a slut, he wouldn't have won so easily." Zhao Jinlong nodded and said yes. Ling Xingyue also came over to instruct. Ferenna was even more worried. After all, it was the third game. If you win, you can decide the outcome. The opponent's Six Games team will definitely do their best. On the field, the cleaning work has been completed, the referee has confirmed Zhang Yishan's victory, and the host is still warming up. Today's decisive game is about to appear.

Zhao Jinlong held the spear in both hands, just like Zhangyi Mountain. He completed his transformation while walking. However, Zhao Jinlong's transformation is no longer like Zhangyi Mountain, and it is very limitless. After the transformation, Zhao Jinlong was only about two meters tall. Although his muscles were very developed, he could not reach the level of Zhangyi Mountain. Overall, he looked a little smaller. The guy on the opposite side was a very eye-catching man. He was dressed in fur and was short. Most of the people had seen it were fur coats. The old man was wearing a fur bag back.

The pair of fur pants on the heart is about 1.8 meters tall. Both arms exposed outside are black and long hair. The muscles are also very developed. The black face, a beard on the face, and the eyebrows are also very heavy. However, on the black eyebrows, there is actually a pink moxie-shaped head shape, with a handful of pink hair in the middle, with bald heads on both sides, and a small braid on the back of the neck, which is also pink. The fur is a black and white color, not the black and white one by one, but large black and white

The vest on the upper body, the shoulders are white, the leather pants on the lower body, and the calf is white, giving people the feeling that they are wearing a fur made of panda leather. The black face is red, and they squint their drunken eyes. They not only shaking when walking, but also stumble on each other from time to time. They can drink a lot of drinks at first glance. Such a master is holding a small wine gourd in his hand, and he has to take a few steps. He doesn't carry a weapon all over his body. Looking at such an opponent, Zhao Jinlong also squinted his eyes. Years of battlefield experience tell Zhao Jinlong,

Such guys are the most annoying. They are not the warrior mages who play according to common sense. You can’t even judge his tactical methods. You don’t have a weapon with you. You can’t even know whether it’s long or close attacks. You’re drunk, but in such a ring, life-and-death battle, and seeing that both of your teammates are very outstanding but both die in the ring, you still dare to come up to fight. You are definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp. At least on the psychological level, the guy in front of you has a very high level. Zhao Jinlong dared not be negligent, looked at this guy and listened to the host’s introduction.
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