"Hell, he's coming!"

Guangcheng felt the touch of his fingertips, it was very cold, not at all like the body temperature that a normal person should have.

Because Dong Chengliang had already prepared, this time was different from Guangcheng's original starting point. But there is only one difference, whether it is a porcelain piece or a clean finger, there is a sense of frustration when confronting.

It's really a game, you win if you hit the target, but it's not a one-time thing to win.

The flame burning in Guangcheng's hand was quickly extinguished, and the light had not been turned on again at this moment. When he was about to rush out again, he was stagnant due to the pull of his elbow backwards. Guangcheng looked back, and he saw Gao Xueda, and there was no Dong Chengliang on the ground.

In the light, no. Guangcheng had this thought, and the flames spread all over his arm, which stimulated Gao Xueda to let go, and then he picked up a piece of shard and hit the light bulb on the floor.

Didn't achieve the full effect...... Just one light bulb is too little.

What Guangcheng didn't expect was that Gao Xueda reflexively threw one hand just now, and the other hand grabbed it again in the next second, even if it was contaminated with flames, he grasped it firmly this time.

Twice?

No, no, even if it was unexpected the first time, he didn't feel the same feeling as when he met Dong Chengliang just now, on the contrary, this second time he only had that subtle dullness when he released the protective flame.

Because the first time I didn't plan to attack, just to catch? Time is running out for Guangcheng to think carefully, Gao Xueda pulled Guangcheng down, and at the same time a whip leg swept over, Guangcheng's center of gravity was unstable, and this kick was about to kick in the face.

One foot is off the ground, and there is no other skill to speak of at this time. Guangcheng could only exert his waist and abdomen and his calves on the ground, pressing closer to the ground, and his hands were not controlled...... poked Gao Xueda's calf. Succeeded once, Guangcheng has this feeling.

But is it over? Obviously not, he is still under control, not to mention that Gao Xueda is not without the next move, both of them are now very low, and Gao Xueda switched to fists.

Guangcheng probably also understood, this person didn't want to figure out the meaning of the development of the situation at all, he just wanted to hurt how to come.

One hit, one hit! Guangcheng had already closed his eyes, and he didn't want to see the fist the size of a sandbag turn into a casserole-sized fist and slam it on his face.

There was a flame in his hand, but Guangcheng still only wanted to use the poke. The first time he felt a thin film blocking it, and then it was easily dissolved by him. Then there was that dullness, like touching grease, and the fingers were rubbed to the side.

That side was successful, but almost at the same time, Guangcheng felt that he had received something in his face, and the force was so great that he directly threw him out.

All kinds of feelings are very real, Guangcheng half-opened one eye and touched the tip of his nose, but nothing appeared in his imagination. So when the game is eliminated, where does it go? Guangcheng also has some curiosity.

The two eyes slowly opened, and I saw Teacher Gao standing in the middle, as if he was lecturing.

Could it be that I was hallucinating, just having a real dream? Just thinking like this, Guangcheng then saw Dong Chengliang waving his fist at him in the air. So—look down, and the two girls are there. It was no different from the scene at the beginning, except that Mitsusei went from standing to lying on his stomach.

Teacher Gao suddenly turned his head and said with a smile: "That move just now is great, you have the advantage of fire vision." But why not do it sooner? If you keep it in the dark, you're more likely to win. ”

Looking at that smile now, Guangcheng feels completely different. The person in front of her is too, can she really be "Teacher Gao"? If it weren't for Mr. Gao's pretending to be too deep before, it would be that this person is acting very well now.

Regarding the discernment of these Guangcheng, he has no talent, even if someone tells him that it is the six-eared macaque who obtained the true scriptures in the West Heaven and not Sun Wukong, he can believe it.