All Ouyang Dao did was destroy as much as he could, and the old master was subdued so smoothly that the legendary Dragon Blood Guild Master appeared and gave Ouyang Dao the strength he needed. Ouyang Dao's principle has always been that power without control is power without control, and further, the weakest is power.

Maybe it's a bit overkill, but Director Ouyang is so cautious. Now that a controllable legend was in his hands, Ouyang Dao didn't mind publicly displaying his status as a legendary disciple. It was a prudent choice.

When Ouyang Dao was looking for a campsite, he met a lot of people who wanted to find a quiet place. The noise of the camp affected his practice. The barracks occupy a large area, but there are signposts on the border that remind us that we have left the defensive positions. Ouyang Dao finally arrived at an empty forest, and after clearing the local woods, Ouyang Dao got a piece of scorching land, mainly because Ouyang Dao cleared the woods by releasing fireballs, large fireballs.

In the process of brainwashing the old mage, Ouyang Dao gained some experience and learned some simple runes. However, he does not possess the characteristics of these elements, and the temperature of the magic comes out is only very average explosive, but even so, it is much better than the average elite. Ouyang Dao's fireball attracted some attention, generating heat and destruction, making others aware of his power, and there was no indication that someone was trying to take over the territory. While Ouyang Dao was waiting, a professional set up a tent not far away.

"My friend, don't you want to join us?"

"What's the fun?" Anyway, there was nothing to do, Ouyang Dao just chatted with him for a few words, and the two sides chatted for a few words, Ouyang Dao only knew that because there were many people who wanted to open a place to live, I cleared the border barrier, and I found a natural energy miracle not far away.

There are three kinds of kung fu methods in the world, except for the method of absorbing the spirit, the rest of the internal refining method and the breathing method can well absorb the energy of natural wonders and achieve the purpose of rapid cultivation. Well, the other side is already fighting for this unexpected miracle. In the midst of the chaos, the military set up a ring ... Reward pros for winning 10 games in a row.

As soon as the news of the game came out, the game became more intense, and the professional players who came to see Ouyang Dao reminded him that he could try it. Ouyang Dao listened with great interest, he saw some miracles of nature, but due to his own energy, he didn't notice them, and now that Ouyang Dao wanted to practice them, his deep inhalation method needed the help of the miracles of nature. Thinking of this, Ouyang Dao stood up and left without hesitation, there were still professionals he introduced who were still talking, and Ouyang Dao left in the next minute.

"Wait! Wait!" The professional caught up with Ouyang Dao, "You're just leaving," sweet Jane said, "What if the land you cleared is occupied by someone else?" Before Ouyang Dao could speak, the professional killer wanted to kill him, let me help you take a look, anyway, we live nearby Ouyang Dao Wu Sheng, seeing this profession rubbed his fingers in embarrassment. "I'm just helping you watch this place, and you have to pay me a little more because I deal with other professionals," Ouyang Dao said.

He realized that he wore the ring for a simple reason: he earned a few gold coins. If Ouyang Dao had money, he wouldn't mind giving him a coin or two, except that the clothes on his body were not good, and the gold he was carrying had already been destroyed on the battlefield. Now let him

Take out the gold coins, he really can't take them out. Ouyang Dao waved his hand reluctantly, "Forget it, my camp, no one dares to occupy it"

Ouyang Dao waved his hand and walked away, and the people who stayed behind ignored Ouyang Dao's bluff. No one is watching, just waiting to be taken away!

It's not a few gold coins, garbage Ouyang Dao doesn't know what he's thinking, he knows, but he doesn't care. Ouyang Dao walked a few laps, and soon found the direction of the ring, where the sound exploded, lightning and thunder, and Ouyang Dao didn't need to look for it carefully. When Ouyang Dao arrived, there were already two professional players in the boxing ring, they were watching from the barracks, but they were also fighting fiercely.

Ouyang Dao glanced at it twice, not interested in the battle between the two elites, but more concerned about understanding the battle and the fact that Ouyang Dao's men had now become legends. "How can I register here, my friend?" Ouyang Dao patted the shoulder of the man in front of him, he looked nervously at both sides of the ring, his hands clenched in the white gloves. "How dare you go up?" The professional player in front said, and then looked straight ahead, ignoring Ouyang Dao.

"Why not?"

"Oh, Lancelot's disciple, the master of the Fire Dragon Sword, is he going to die?" Ouyang Dao looked into the boxing ring, there was indeed a warrior holding a sword of flames, on the other side, he was fighting a professional who used toxins, hesitating between moves, and the various bugs he manipulated were withering. The man in front of Ouyang Dao thrashed his fists and muttered unfairness, as if he was the one in the boxing ring. After the two sides met in the ring, the professional sword sport opened and closed, and he had an advantage in the small ring, while he fought with the professional fencer a few times, and came back a few times. The place where the poison was stored on his arm bulged, and Ouyang Dao, not to mention the professional killer, felt sorry for him. When you're in a fight, you're afraid to use all your strength, and it feels weird to win. Sure enough, taking advantage of the opponent's retracted arm, the professional player who swings the sword has improved with a horizontal racket.

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The flames on the sword's body firmly hit the latter's insect sac, killing dozens of stored poisonous insects in an instant, and the other worker grabbed his arm tightly and stepped back, looking at the blood stains of the green insects on his fingertips, showing a look of remorse. "I surrender!" The professional shouted, hurrying out of the ring. There was no trace of him. Mordred, is there anyone else who can challenge me? Give me a prison for vipers, time waits for no one!"

The young man in the ring shouted, his arrogant demeanor infuriating the other boxers. Mordred's teacher, Lancelot, the Dragon Swordsman, was an imperious and understaffed figure with a record of killing a group of thinkers in order to make things difficult for his disciples. There was no news from the Hunters' Guild, the Raven Guard, and the Church, and since then, Lancelot and his disciples, no one dared to touch them in the south of Violet. This time, the fight for the prison of the Natural Wonder Snake begins in an ordinary professional boxing match, where everyone has their own fighting abilities.

When Mordred arrived, he directly announced his identity in a high-profile manner, shackling the pros who were fighting him, winning eight fights with ease. Mordred was already a lot better than the average pro, and since his opponent didn't dare to go all out, the fight was easily won. In the crowd below the boxing ring, there were already elite experts who couldn't stand to watch, and they all had a master behind them, who probably guessed Mordred

intentions. The mentality that Mordred cultivates is a great advantage for overwhelming many professionals. "Anyone else?"

He continued to shout, and those who knew what they were doing looked at each other under the ring, unsure if it was worth offending him and Lancelot, as a natural spectacle? Bang! Ouyang Dao separated the crowd and stepped on the steps generated by spiritual energy, the steps fell to the ground with the dust, and Ouyang Dao walked out of the steps angrily.

"Let's do it," Ouyang Dao said unarmed, but the psionic step he had just created showed that he was a mage, and his current fighting posture made everyone laugh and cry.

"Who's the fool?"

"Why play melee when you know it's a magician?"

"Maybe, maybe Mordred can't see it" No kidding. It may be a tool for brushing Mordred's teeth Because of the way Ouyang Dao raised his hand, the crowd complained in a low voice, Mordred frowned and whispered, "Who sent you?" Go down! I accept your proposal," Ouyang Dao looked at me dejectedly. A group of ignorant people, no one knows that hand-to-hand combat is the real powerful mage, and fake mages will be afraid of hand-to-hand combat.

"It's okay," Ouyang Dao said, raising his hand to release the subconscious killer, and then he saw a ragged Skeleton King standing in front of Ouyang Dao. Skeleton Guardians of the Desert of Death! Mordred looked scared.

How could such a monster appear here! The skeletal guards are made of sand, and physics has no effect on them. Mordred fought alongside them. He lost all his brothers, and the last teacher to arrive saved him. Mordred's strength has grown since then, but the Skeleton Guard has always been at his heart. In the eyes of everyone, Ouyang Dao moved his fingers, trembling and retreating with his sword, as if he saw some monster.

It's a bit ridiculous, and it's reminiscent of Mordred's performance in the play, and the 'rendering' is a little stronger, so that the struggle seems reasonable. "Wow!" Come on, bastard!" The professionals shouted, but the people on the front line didn't think so. They looked at Ouyang Dao and became very nervous. A powerful magician, this is what they say about Ouyang Dao. They couldn't help but take Mordred's side, wondering if they would be able to resist.

"Ahh Mordred suddenly screamed in the ring, the armband of his left arm falling off, revealing his shrunken left arm, which seemed to have completely lost its moisture, and the skin around the bones had shrunk threefold. What did he do to affect the illusion of reality It is impossible that the injury is not fake, whether it is visible or not, at least Ouyang Dao's strength is unquestionable.

This is a person who has the ability and courage to do it. Mordred's left arm is left with skin and bone, which could leave a lasting effect if such an injury is accidentally inflicted. Ouyang Dao hovered in the boxing ring, not in a hurry to act, but the skill of the subconscious killer evoked the penetrating power of the mind, which required dragging the enemy into the subconscious for a while, and at the same time realizing their spiritual struggle, sacrificing sacrifices to the deceased and gaining characteristics.

As for the length of time required and the power of the sacrifice, it depends on the talent of the industry itself, and the better the better, the lower the qualification requirements.

Ouyang Dao has been in a coma for a long time, but the consciousness of this profession has not arrived, the time is prolonging, and Ouyang Dao's forehead began to sweat a little.