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Tyrannosaurus Beast speaks, and someone is in the way.

The soul envoy is really in the way, and Lu Xiaofeng agrees very much, so in the next Che tribe, he hopes to make up for himself and exert five hundred percent of his combat ability.

"If an independent lifeform is detected, your party will randomly find a more powerful gang, so be prepared."

Ping-pong, ping-pong, boom!

I don't know how much the powder fist has fallen, anyway, the person who held his head in the end had a blue nose and swollen face. "Damn, don't let me touch the elemental elves, or I'm going to beat it all over the ground looking for teeth." The soft white light encompassed them collectively, leaving only the sound of stubborn shouting.

......

The golden Duoduo is the elemental spirit of the battlefield, and it is flying proudly in front of everyone, and its invincible posture is proud of time and space.

Jiang Li leaned forward and leaned back with a smile, and Chu Liuxiang rolled on the ground on his back, and the slap in the face came too suddenly, which was really acceptable...

Chen Xiaoli stepped forward and comforted: "Brother, the battlefield elemental elves are not among the introductions, don't be angry."

"Yo, when did my little dragonfly understand so much? Could it be that I went home yesterday and was studying hard? Xue Bing moved, his eyes were not good.

"Isn't it?" Lu Qing answered, "I wish her father a whole day with our man, I must have plenty of time." The flower butterfly also nodded at the little brain melon, and her eyes were burning.

Huang Lin was stunned to see the arrangement of the three people like cross talk, and the girl who was at a loss for what to do and wanted to cry, while the heroine who served on the left and right was smiling, which was really weird.

"Ahem, let's talk about the Che tribe, after all, it's a gang war." Lu Xiaofeng hurriedly rounded the field and diverted his attention.

The car is the war, and the car tribe is also the war tribe. The war tribe adopts the ancient rotation system tactics, before figuring out the enemy's combat strength, first order the battlefield and assign generals to fight for 300 rounds.

Fight with whom, with whom do you take turns? Naturally, it is players and players, gangs and gangs, and there is no way to stir up a big brawl in the outside world, but here you can completely let go of your hands and feet, and you can know the strength and weakness at a try.

The rules of the war tribe are "two rounds and three strokes", the point general wheel and the point soldier wheel are called two rounds, and the three strokes are required to complete three consecutive victories between gangs, in general, the car tribe worth tens of millions of gold is more complicated and difficult than the tower tribe.

The strength of the gang is among the third-rate, and there is no problem in working together to clear the Guanta tribe, but if you want to attack the Che tribe with the same strength, you have to see if there is a lucky enough opponent.

The bells can only be heard in unison, unity and cooperation can shatter everything, and only when everyone gathers firewood can bring more warmth and light before the darkness comes. Although we have no numerical advantage, as long as we are single-minded, there is no insurmountable mountain.

Before the voice of questioning came, Old Man Rong first came to read the white in a catchy manner, and the goddess of the scholarly family was by his side, so he would be a little touched.

"What do you think, I've been reading a book lately, do you want to make everyone happy? Game, don't be too restrictive, isn't it, that won't be pretty." He told himself, and then smiled at Huang Lin:

"Goddess, if you have time to teach me some simple but meaningful paintings, like Qi Baishi's shrimp, Xu Beihong's horse, Van Gogh's starry sky, Mona Lisa's smile, don't do it."

Chu Liuxiang's face darkened: "Do you think it's meaningless to be simple"?

But no, when it comes to literature and art, no one has more say than us. Can the painted shrimp fill the stomach? No; Can a vivid horse be pulled out for a walk? No; Not to mention the starry sky, there is no candle at all; Mona Lisa's smile is good, but after all, it is not an oriental woman, and many beauties cannot be shown.

"I'm not afraid to tell you, when I was very young, everyone said that I had the talent to become a "soul painter", when Nai was glorious and the society was ruthless, in that miserable era, the real dream could only die with hatred. Speaking of emotion, he wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand and waited for the sentimental fish to take the bait.

"Don't be sad, dreams are the ladder of progress, as long as you persevere, there will always be a day to emerge. I'm not a big painter, but if you want to learn, I'll teach you. Huang Lin originally thought it was just a joke, but she didn't know that the sadness gradually came, which reminded her of the story of her childhood knowledge, and she couldn't help but resonate.

The authorities are fascinated and the bystanders are clear, and no one else will be fooled. "Wind, come here." Lu Xue beckoned with a smile, sweet and lovely.

"Don't..."He held his head in his hands and moved timidly, this kind of smile was not the first time he had seen it, "Cher, is it okay not to hit the head?" It's going to get stupid".

"Knock knock...".

Like beating a gopher, the women stepped forward repeatedly, and Lu Qing rode directly on a horse, and her excitement was indescribable: I call you a soul painter and draw your big-headed ghost.

The fight is happy, and no one stops it, because it is really underbeaten. Huang Lin, who reacted, also pouted angrily and came over to beat him, and it took a long time before he was satisfied with his flushed face.

Xiaoli, my brother can only help you get here, woo...

"Lock in the target Diwang Gang, a third-level gang, and a gang of 4,000, please get ready"!

Space rotates, war horses gallop and kill in the sky, and the desert is isolated and helpless. What a soul envoy, the first time they met was a big force in time and space, and the scale of victory tilted instantly.

Led by the five rats, the black pressure is all human heads. The "rule of twenty-eight" of social economy is also flexibly reflected in the game, the stronger the stronger, and now the strength of the top brand is getting closer and closer.

"Big, big brother, it seems that we are really, really honored." Han Zhang, a gopher, except for some stuttering, is definitely a talent.

Bai Yutang frowned and said, "What is the honor? Thinking that my land king gang has thousands of people, and the opponents in line are only eleven people, which is really ironic. What about killing gods? It's not that our brother came late, how can he have his scenery."

"Eh, fifth brother, don't be busy making fire, the tribe has tribal rules, and the opponent must be unique to us." There is nothing wrong with the Lu side appeasing unnecessary controversy, and it is not inappropriate to be young and frivolous, but it is still necessary to judge the situation.

The Hidden Mage favored by the Grim Reaper became famous in a battle, Fei Qing Fengxue Xiu destroyed the Earth Tiger forces without being held accountable, and the four eyebrows that became famous early and are now the first person in the soul, all kinds of phenomena indicate that in the two rounds of the point round, the Earth King Gang may encounter Waterloo at any time.

There are two eyes that have not changed since they came. "Big brother, we have a seventy percent chance of winning this time." Jiang Pingwu laughed spontaneously, "But the condition is that the fifth brother must cooperate, otherwise it will still be fifty percent."

"What's the matter?" Xu Qing was very puzzled when he ate the chicken, seventy percent was seventy percent, how could it become fifty percent, and two percent could be eaten by me?

Jiang Ping was silent, and smiled at the thin formation in the same state of confinement, where there was still a ghost floating. (To be continued.) )