Whether it was the form of the Dragon King Aurelian Thor, its pace, or even the posture when it activated its skills, Lin Zifeng could see his own shadow from it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info is not so much that Lin Zifeng is now controlling the dragon king to play this game, but that he has become the dragon king himself, abusing and killing enemies on the battlefield.

The longer this game was played, the stronger the feeling in Lin Zifeng's heart became, and while he enjoyed the pleasure brought by the game, a faint fear rose in his heart. Do you really have something to do with dragons?

With Anna's strong joining and Lin Zifeng's handy control, their five-man team showed a momentum and pushed the opponent's main base out in less than an hour.

Except for Anna, the other four people were relieved with satisfaction, Lin Zifeng looked at the sky outside the Internet café, it was all dark now, and the time was already more than seven o'clock.

Lin Zifeng said in the earphones, "Let's play here today, everyone should be hungry." ”

Before anyone else could answer, Anna immediately objected, "No, people haven't played enough, let's play another game!"

Lin Zifeng and the four of them looked at each other, they didn't expect Anna's Internet addiction to be so big, they couldn't put it down when they played the game for the first time, and they couldn't even take care of eating.

"Nana, let's play it tomorrow, I can't run away from this game anyway. Lin Zifeng persuaded.

Anna, who was playing hard, could listen to it, she hugged the computer monitor playfully, her mouth was raised high and said coquettishly, "People's little fish talents have just practiced, so let's play another game, and wait until tomorrow the hand is born again." ”

Lin Zifeng couldn't stand Anna's gentle offensive at all, so he could only sigh and shake his head silently, secretly regretting why he brought Anna to the Internet café...

A luxurious Bentley sedan stopped at the foot of an inconspicuous mountain, and the white-gloved driver turned back to the back seat of the car and whispered, "Master, it's here." ”

The man lying in the leather chair in the back seat opened his eyes slightly when he heard the scream, and he looked at the familiar mountain through the car window, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

This person is none other than Qin Song, one of the four demon kings of the mixed world, and this mountain is not ordinary, because in the depths of the mountain forest, a quaint temple has been built, and it is said that the history of this temple has been more than three hundred years.

Qin Song stepped down from the Bentley, and there was a trail leading to the top of the mountain in front of him, this mountain trail was completely the original yellow mud road, covered with some fallen leaves from time to time, and it was all wet at a glance.

Qin Song frowned, he looked down at the Bailuti leather shoes he was wearing on his feet, and he didn't take a step for a long time.

This pair of leather shoes was sent from France only last week, completely handmade, just to measure the foot Qin Song had to fly to France half a year in advance, let the professional foot measuring master personally measure the size. Then, I waited for half a year to make it before I finally got the shoes of this luxury brand.

The housekeeper told him that the cost of the shoes was more than 300,000 yuan. But you get what you pay for, and wearing such expensive shoes on your feet makes a difference. Qin Song had only been wearing it for a few days, and he already loved it.

But today I came too fast, I forgot to bring a pair of shoes for spare, this yellow mud road in front of me, do you want to wear these 300,000 shoes to waste?

Even if Qin Song didn't care about this RMB, he didn't want to wait another half a year to get the second pair of Bailuti shoes.

The driver understood Qin Song's hesitation, he smiled honestly and said, "Young master, it has rained in the mountains in the past few days, and the mountain roads have turned into yellow mud, otherwise, let me carry you up?"

Qin Song heard the driver's words, and his heart moved, in fact, with their family style, it is not a big deal to ask a little driver to carry him up the mountain on his back, so that his precious leather shoes can also be saved.

Qin Song took a step in the direction of the driver, but then stopped, he remembered the most important purpose of his visit this time. If you want to invite the master and his old man to go down the mountain, it is not something that can be done casually, and sincerity alone must not be missing. With the master's keen insight, if he found that a pair of leather shoes on the mountain were still as clean as new, he would definitely not agree to his request.

"Forget it, you just wait here, I'll go up by myself", Qin Song ordered.

Although the driver was very surprised, he still sighed, stood in place with his hands down, and didn't ask much.

Looking at the fallen leaves and yellow mud in front of him, Qin Song was ruthless, and stepped on it with one foot, and a layer of slippery and soft things immediately stuck to the expensive soles of his shoes, which made Qin Song grin a little distressed.

Although this mountain is not high, the mountain road is winding and winding, and it took Qin Song an hour and a half to reach the destination of this trip.

The temple that appears in front of you is very quaint, it looks more like a dilapidated mountain dwelling, there is no incense coming out of the temple, and the surroundings are very quiet, not a place where tourists will come to burn incense and worship Buddha.

Qin Song walked over with a familiar car, and saw a little novice who was cleaning the fallen leaves at the entrance of the temple, so he asked, "Is the master inside?"

Xiao Shami was obviously very familiar with Qin Song, and he looked up and smiled, "The master is meditating in the meditation room." ”

Qin Song breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that the hard work just now was not in vain, and he would ask the master to go down the mountain if he said anything today.

Walking through the main hall of the temple, Qin Song came to a compartment at the end of the corridor, knocked on the door gently, and said inside, "Disciple Qin Song has come to meet the master!"

After waiting quietly for half a minute, an old voice came from inside, "Song'er, come in." ”

Qin Song was overjoyed, pushed the door and walked in, and there was an old man in his sixties sitting inside, with a gray beard on his lips and a rather thin body. This person is the master Qin Song has visited since he was a child, and he is a master of the world nicknamed Master Benshen.

Qin Song has been learning kung fu with him for more than ten years, so Ben Shen also affectionately calls him Song'er.

"Today is not the day to teach martial arts, Song'er is going up the mountain now, is there something wrong?" said Ben Shen's eyes were still closed, and his mouth was straight to the point.

"Master, Song'er, I've been bullied..."Qin Song pretended to be pitiful.

"Oh?" Ben Shen's calm demeanor was a little surprised, what is the strength of the disciples he personally taught, Ben Shen is very clear, judging from the people Qin Song can contact now, there should be no one who is his opponent, "You provoked the underworld?"

Ben Shen felt that probably only a few strong people in the underworld could cause harm to Qin Song.

"Master, that person is Song'er's classmate," Qin Song said with some difficulty.

Ben Shen opened his eyes for the first time, although he was not young, his dark pupils looked bright, "Are there such powerful characters among your classmates?" Ben Shen asked unexpectedly, and then, a little anger appeared on his face, "Is it that you are negligent in practicing martial arts, and you are not skilled in learning to lose to others?"

Qin Song knew that facts spoke louder than words, he silently took out a long wooden box and slowly opened it in front of Ben Shen, "Master, this person broke my katana with his bare hands!"

Ben Shen was shocked, and his eyes shot a strange light, he had seen this katana many times, and he also personally instructed Qin Song how to combine Shaolin Changquan and knife techniques, so the sharpness of the katana did not need Qin Song to explain too much.

"Song'er, what you said is true?" Honsen picked up the handle of the broken knife, his eyes slowly moving on the sharp blade, and his face was full of disbelief.

"The disciple assures that everything I said is true. Qin Song made an oath gesture in front of Ben Shen.

Ben Shen suddenly snorted, gathered the hard qigong he had practiced for decades in the palm of his right hand, and then grasped the blade of the broken knife with his hand, and gently swiped it up, when the palm was about to move away from the broken part of the blade, Ben Shen found that his palm was still cut with a wound.

He stared at the katana in his hand and shook his head silently, knowing very well in his heart that even with his current strength, he would not be able to break the blade with his bare hands.

After a long time, Ben Shen's gaze took off the katana, "What's the name of that classmate of yours, I'm going to meet him for a while!"