Chapter 132： The mountain master breaks the order, amnesty the world (Part 1) (2/2)
Shan Ye persuaded him in the tone of someone who came over, ”Brother Lin, it’s not that the old man said you, look at you, it’s been two months now, you have been promoted to a level and a half. In the golden age of first-order awakening, there must be a great leap in realm. When I was first-order Shan Ye...that was...”
Bai Qiongshou interrupted with a look of contempt,
”Huang Dashan, you are enough! Lord Bai, I watched you all the way up. If I remember correctly, it took you nineteen years and more than two hundred and ninety years to upgrade from a low-level to a high-level. God? On the contrary, after Brother Lin came, you even went up to level 4 in one month. What do you want?”
”Cough cough cough”
Shan Ye coughed fiercely, ”I mean, what, brother Lin, this is not, it's still a first-order, right, work hard, it's okay to understand the power of the bloodline, and ponder the origin...”
Lin Chou thoughtfully said, ”Yeah, what Shan Ye said makes sense. I have never been like others to retreat and understand the origin. Well, I should try it.”
Close, retreat?
Isn't TM running out of food again? ?
”My brother, it's useless to retreat.”
”That's right, Boss Lin, don't listen to some people's nonsense. It's all nonsense. Just as Boss Lin, you are such an awakener with outstanding qualifications, your realm has to go up when you eat and drink.”
Lin Chou glared at him, there must be a limit to nonsense, ”Do you see the position of your buddy, have you moved a little bit?”
Shen Feng poured a glass of wine silently,
”Your old man wants a fart for that level. The weight of a twelve-ton fist, and eight Huang Dashan a piece is not enough for you to punch.”
Huang Dashan is blinded, Bai Qiong is blinded, everyone is blinded,
”What do you say about the stinky beggar?”
Shen Feng is furious, TM martial artist is poor, I am not going to beg for food?
Shan Ye looked impatient, ”Hurry up, what's the matter?”
”Brother Lin tried his fist weight yesterday. A single fist weighed twelve tons.”
Damn, fuck!
Twelve...t? ?
Shan Ye whispered, ”Master Bai, how much do you weigh?”
Bai Qiong was embarrassed, ”I haven't tested it specifically, it's about 1,800 kilograms.”
”Hey, there are a lot of Lord Bai, an agile evolving person, I am only a little more than two tons.”
”It feels like I'm a fake second-order, I'm two thousand one hundred kilograms.”
”Where is Shan Ye?”
Huang Dashan felt it, ”About 3,600 to 3,900 kilograms.”
Everyone sighed for a while, ”Boss Lin, your awakened blood must be related to strength, right?”
”Shit, what do you say about this mountainous magic plant?”
”A bunch of idiots, boss Xiaolin is obviously from the blood of God of Cooking, otherwise, how would you explain this medicated diet?”
Bai Qiong coughed twice, ”Quiet, openly talking about other people's awakening bloodlines, do you want to stay in Base City?”
When it came to the base city, everyone suddenly sighed and changed the subject naturally.
”Mother, when can you go home?”
”Ugh...”
Shen Feng's mouth, MD is not the point at all, the point is...
Forget it, anyway, even if he said that this group of evolutionary people with muscle polymers in their brains would not understand at all, just how terrifying the lethal power of mechanical precision control can be exerted.
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