At this time, some people from the School of Practice discovered Song Yue and were immediately overjoyed: "Song Yue is back!"

Qian Qianxue turned her head and looked at her beautiful eyes. Her eyes were flowing. Her face that had been tense finally dropped. She looked at Song Yue with soft eyes, feeling that her backbone was back.

"Snatch things, right?"

Song Yue walked, while watching a group of people in the Western camp saying.

"Who are you? We discovered the things first, and your people want to grab them!" The tall and handsome red-haired boy looked at Song Yue coldly and said.

"You're talking nonsense! We obviously discovered it first!"

"That's right, we're about to collect, you suddenly appear here and then you start..."

The people at the School of Practice were very angry, and some people were excited to fight back.

Why!

Song Yue sighed.

When will these little chickens truly mature?

I have seen death with my own eyes, why are I still so naive?

Can't I be careful?

Carrying the chemist, he came to the tall red-haired boy who was about 1.9 meters tall, pointed at him, "Stop talking nonsense, put down our things, and then fight or get out!"

Be reasonable?

Follow the rules?

It’s not that bad, but it also points to the occasion and the object.

What else can I say about the group of people in front of me who are just saying that they are looking for trouble on their faces?

What people are talking about is clearly fist!

Otherwise, how could Xiao Meng lie on the ground?

What's so cool?

Meng Xudong felt relieved when he saw Song Yue coming back.

He reminded Song Yue: "Song Yue, be careful of this red hair. He is a martial artist, but he has magic weapons on him. I was just plotted against me!"

The tall red-haired boy sneered: "Don't find any reason if you are not as strong as others. Also, what are you? You want to fight, right? Then let's help you!"

While speaking, he fisted naked, facing Song Yue's sharp metal spear in the center of his hand without any fear. He rushed up directly and punched Song Yue.

At the same time, a mental attack that was very familiar to Song Yue came from a bracelet worn by the red-haired boy, like a needle, directly stabbing Song Yue's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

Blocked by the protective energy.

Then Song Yue's empty hand punched him hard.

Bang!

Two hard fists collided with each other, making a muffled bang.

Then the red-haired boy's expression changed and he took a few steps back one after another.

Song Yue bullied himself in front of him, pointing the alloy spear in his hand straight to the other party's throat.

The blonde girl who had confronted Qian Qianxue before directly pinched the magic trick and sang quickly in a low voice. A fire seemed to fall from the sky and fell directly towards Song Yue's direction.

Qian Qianxue's eyes turned cold, and with a wave of her hand, a strong wind appeared, sweeping away the flame.
Chapter completed!