Chapter 38 (2/2)
The cerebellar bags upstairs responded excitedly.
Wang Jian smiles silently at the sound, and then the ruler appears in his book. He holds the ruler in his hand, and his long clothes are graceful. His momentum is like an immortal being banished to the world.
”Wang Jian, martial spirit ruler, level 47 warspirit sect! Please give me some advice. ”
”Level 47?”
Peng Ming a Leng, subconsciously recited a sentence.
”Yes, forty-seven, viscount.”
Four circles of soul rings emerge slowly from the sole of Wang Jian's feet, and Peng Ming is stunned by the white color.
No, this kid is weird!
Peng Ming, who has seen a lot of knowledge, has a deep feeling. Where is this monster coming from? Let's not talk about the proportion of the strange flower's soul ring, but about the cultivation... It seems that the Wang Jian is not big. How can he practice so fast?
”Don't you, viscount? If I do, you won't have a chance. ”
Seeing Peng Ming's vigilance, Wang Jian said helplessly, ”if you don't do it, how can I pretend to force you?”?
According to innumerable bridge sections, the first one will generally fail, and the force will also be reduced a lot.
”Hoo
Without warning, Peng Ming did it!
The long stick like white jade, like a white dragon coming out of the water, went straight to Wang Jian's chest.
His eyes were fixed on Wang Jian, slightly plump figure, showing extraordinary agility, like... A toad flying to?
Wang Jian did not hurry to lift the ruler. It seemed very slow, but he hit the side of the cloud stick accurately, which changed its direction.
”To deal with this kind of long weapon, you need to avoid hitting it hard. When the enemy comes, the best way is to change its attack direction, and then... Get close to the soul division!”
As the voice fell, Wang Jian slightly sidestepped to avoid the attack of the cloud stick, and then patted Peng Ming's cheek with a ruler.
Peng Ming's face was as usual. He quickly pulled back the cloud stick, then turned around and kicked Wang Jian's wrist.
As soon as Wang Jian's attack stopped, he dodged the quick kick.
However, Peng Ming is not forgiving. The cloud stick he pulled back attacks again and falls from top to bottom. At the same time, his third soul ring suddenly shines.
”The third soul skill -- Hanyun!”
The rolling pressure suddenly came, the falling cloud stick differentiated into dense stick shadows, and the layers of white jade stick shadows looked like a cloud.
”What a Hanyun!”
Wang Jianlang laughs, and his second soul skill also lights up. The ruler is covered with white light.
”Second soul skill: vertical split!”
Hand lift ruler fall, yingbai pitching suddenly leap out, like a rainbow, and Hanyun bumped together.
”Boom!”
There was a huge noise in the sky of Jon village, and several people in the training room opened their eyes.
”What's the matter?” Shen Xin was startled and asked.
”There is soul power! Someone should be fighting
Dai Mu's white eyes flashed a touch of pure light, then quickly got up and walked to the window, and the others also got up in a hurry.
Came to the window, sure enough, found two figures on the playground, Peng fan is a Leng, subconsciously whispered: ”Daddy?”
”Well?”
Dai mubai looked at Peng fan in surprise and asked, ”is it your father who is fighting with the dean?”
”Well!”
Peng fan nodded, eyes tightly staring at the battlefield, at the moment was pushed away by the waves of two people fighting again into a regiment.
Peng fan knew that Peng Ming must have come for him. He was so nervous that he cried out: ”Dean! You must defeat him
Peng Ming, who was fighting, was so angry that he immediately scolded: ”you stinky boy! Wait for me