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In order to avoid setting the house on fire, Ling Yang jumped to the ground, the alcohol in his body had been evaporated by the high temperature of the flames, and his eyes were clear. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The men who were drinking in the outhouse felt a fluctuation of their abilities, and they rushed to the door, picking up the door frame and looking lively.

"Endure but don't make a move, and if you move, you will be majestic!" The nine-fingered old man was still sitting firmly on the kang, but his eyes were already very bright: "Good boy, he actually has the ability of the top 'Flame God', the old man really looked away!" ”

Liao Qi'er suddenly threw away the crutches, changed her weak and trembling with the wind, her waist was straight, her eyes were shining, where was there still a little old dragon clock, her voice was loud, and she said with a full temperament: "I'll just say, how could my aunt choose a little slippery head who has no ability to be the successor, this is a little interesting!" ”

Ling Yang looked around majestically: "Don't you want to weigh my catties and taels, just come...... You are on one by one, or are you ready to go up together, draw the next line, and the master will accompany you to the end! ”

In the crowd of onlookers, a short and stout man suddenly stood up, and flames suddenly appeared on his body, burning more violently than Ling Yang, and said loudly: "I'm coming!" ”

The fat woman who had just been cooking in the back kitchen turned outside, opened the window, and said dissatisfiedly: "If you want to fight out, don't burn our house......

Before the words fell, two flames came out of the window at the same time.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and the cold wind was strong, constantly rolling up large pieces of snow foam, which hit the bodies of the two burning men, and immediately turned into a puff of mist, making a stabbing sound.

The man jumped out of the window, and the snow under his feet suddenly turned into snow, and the frozen soil on the surface softened, turning into a muddy field. The fire borrowed the wind, and the fire on the surface of Ling Yang's body was also burning more and more, wrapped in monstrous flames, like the god of fire descending to earth, but he could be retracted and released freely, and the snow around his body showed no signs of melting.

Jiuzhi and Liao Qi'er also walked out, as if enjoying a pleasing performance, pointing with a wine glass, dumb ran into the house quickly, in the blink of an eye, they had already moved out two Taishi chairs, and put on a big coat for the two old men, and then stood behind the two chairs, and sat on the mountain to watch the tiger fight with great interest.

In the arena, Ling Yang and the man did not make a move, but each of them continued to urge the power of the power in their bodies, causing the flames to gush out even more violently. The man was a pure-blooded flame god, and he was at the peak of his ability age, and he quickly brought his ability to the top, and let out a loud cry from his mouth, and a burning line of fire swept out behind him, and he blasted towards Ling Yang with a punch.

Ling Yang made up his mind to stand up and leave no room for action, trying to increase the power of his abilities to the limit. Seeing the opponent's punch coming, wrapped in the majestic power, he was still not afraid, one foot slid slightly to the side, sank his waist, and his fist quickly met it.

Ling Yang didn't seem to use all his strength, and the blow in the state of the top flame god was not trivial, the two fists collided together, the man let out a muffled snort, and the whole person was thrown high and obliquely by the force of Ling Yang's blow, the person was in mid-air, the flames on his body were no longer as blazing as just now, and after falling into the snow, he suddenly turned into a rolling gourd. When he stood up again, the man was already gray, his face was pale, the flames on his body had completely disappeared, the clothes on his chest had been burned through a large hole, and a black charred fist mark had been left on his skin, and he was already defeated.

Nine Fingers and Liao Qi'er glanced at each other, and they both saw a look of horror in each other's eyes.

As a "Flame God", Ling Yang is not surprising, but it is very shocking that Ling Yang is so young that he can control the magic of supernatural abilities perfectly, sending and receiving naturally, and there is no jerkiness at all.

Every supernatural person, whether it is a wild path on the rivers and lakes, or a family historical heritage, or even the cultivation of some mysterious anomaly organizations, must go through a gradual process from weak to strong. This process is a natural rule for the growth of the ability, starting from the early age and continuing until the maturity of the ability age, the control of the ability will slowly become subtle. With Ling Yang's current age status, combined with the immature ability power, how can he not be secretly astonished to have this amazing grasp ability.

The place where Ling Yang and the man fought was an open space in the village where the grain was piled up, the grain had been dried in the autumn and stored in the warehouse to be sold at a price, with only a large pile of firewood and grass left around, and a small handful of snow piled up on the tip, which looked like a chubby snowman, very cute.

Tian Bao and the other children in the village are smoking spinning tops under a pile of firewood and grass, these children are all descendants of the disciples of the Strange Powers of the Gate, who have more or less inherited the inheritance of their fathers' abilities, and they have long been familiar with the battle of this supernatural form, and they are still playing happily.

Seeing that Ling Yang was fighting with others, Tianbao was not worried, he looked at it with a smile for a while, and was distracted, the spinning top was about to stop, so he quickly waved a short whip in his hand and whipped the spinning top a few times. It wasn't until the top flew up again that Tianbao breathed a sigh of relief, slapped his face and laughed happily, when he suddenly heard the immature shout of one of the snot dolls: "Look, Uncle Xiong is on the field!" ”

The third uncle Xiong mentioned by the snot baby is well-known among the disciples of this generation of disciples, with a majestic body, and is in the maturity period of the ability of the "Ice Hunter", and his family happens to be surnamed Xiong, so he has the nickname of "Polar Bear".

The polar bear has been watching the battle, and when he saw that his friend was defeated by Ling Yang's men, he was immediately furious, separated the crowd, jumped into the circle, bloomed the momentum of his whole body, and confronted Ling Yang: "Xiong is not convinced, I have come to learn it!" ”

The polar bear slumped down and slammed into the snow, sucking in the chill of the permafrost. Soon, below the ankles of the polar bear, a layer of light frost began to condense, all the way up along the calf, and soon wrapped the polar bear's whole body inside, leaving only one head exposed, as if instantly draped in a pair of frost-beaten armor.

The trees around the barn have long been connected to electric lights by the villagers to turn the rice and wheat at night in the autumn, and they have also been electrified and replaced with large incandescent light bulbs. The light reflects the snow, illuminating the barn as if it were day, and the polar bear is wrapped in ice armor, which is even more colorful and beautiful.

"It's worthy of being the freaks educated by those two sour old men, and each one is more pedantic when he speaks." Ling Yang laughed jokingly: "Lead, lead, lead, teach!" If you want to fight, just say it, if you don't pinch out the in your stomach today, my brother won't be surnamed Ling! ”

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