Chapter 133 (1/2)

”Lying in the trough, so awesome?” the little yellow chicken was stunned. It's too much to be awesome and powerful from the second-order martial arts to the ninth order martial arts. I jumped seven steps at one time, not to mention not now. I haven't seen it in ancient times.

That Ping Fengming was even more surprised. His chin was about to fall out, and his eyes were even more staring.

”You... You, you...” he you for a long time, but he couldn't say a complete word for a long time, and he was at a loss.

Mingming is a second-order waste, and he has heard some. The little girl seems to be a tong girl. It is said that she looks strange and ugly. Not only that, she is also a waste with incomplete roots.

How is that possible!

Even four stages higher than yourself.

It's impossible!

Ping Fengming had a violent turbulence in his heart. He stared at Tong Yan inconceivably. Tong Yan suddenly turned pale, and then drops of bean sized sweat fell on his forehead.

Finally, she vomited blood, fell, and the shaking Dharma array stabilized. Finally, there were only three stars left.

Ping Fengming looked at the three stars and immediately lit up hope. He stared at Tong Yan for a while. The little girl was really strange, but it was not difficult to see that she was not a ninth order martial artist, just a third-order martial artist.

Ping Fengming breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was only level three, but immediately he frowned again. The little girl heard that she was only a level two martial artist half a month ago. Earlier, it was clear that she was a waste that even martial artists could not be counted as.

I'm afraid not many people will believe that they can be promoted quickly in such a short time.

Not to mention others, even he himself, who saw all this, could hardly believe all this.

”You really can't stay. If you stay, it will be a disaster in the future.” Ping Fengming frowned and slapped Tong Yan, who was still breathing.

The little yellow chicken was so frightened that he covered his eyes with his small wings and shouted, ”big sister!”

The scream didn't sound. The little yellow chicken secretly looked out from the gap of its wings. The injured Tong Yan raised his hand and firmly withstood Ping Fengming's palm.