Seeing the blood of these two tigers, because of his tragic death, the hearts of the common people were very arrogant and angry. If he hadn't recovered from his injuries, his brother wouldn't have died tragically because he understood that aching hand.

He sighed, as if he had made a final decision: "Teacher, I have to leave this man! If you don't worry, once my life is in danger, you won't be late again! If you pick up what you like and don't go to me, then you can leave now, and from now on there will be no gratitude from teachers and apprentices!"

The smiling wind said all Ao Cangsheng's words, knowing that he had already made up his mind to give it to Han. Although the smiling wind is angry now, it can't stop the proud people.

In desperation, the smiling breeze could only look at the arrogant and hateful eye, shouting: "Get out!"

Ao Cangsheng was not angry, and his head was very light. When she left, she added with a smile: "I'm definitely 70% recovered." Teachers don't have to worry about me!"

Hearing this, the smiling wind boy was stunned. He knew how serious Ao Cangsheng's injuries were, and he was twice as injured as Ao Cangsheng.

Now, he's only half recovered from his injury, and that's based on his deep training. The correction of Ao Cangsheng's shaping situation is that he is still far from being able to set the speed of luck and absorb the energy of heaven and earth. In such heat, his injuries certainly won't recover as quickly as his injuries.

But now, O'Cangsheng says his Han power has recovered to 70%, and he has given Smiling Wind a quick recovery. Why not be amazed by the smiling wind?

Looking back, the smiling wind immediately understood Ao Cangsheng's usage and liking. He felt that Ao Cangsheng lied to him in particular, but he didn't know that what Ao Cangsheng said was the truth.

In the eyes of everyone, Ao Cangding finally walked out of the crowd. Yin Qiu came to Ao Cangding not far away, and when he saw him out of Han, his heart was full of children.

He wanted to stop Ao Cangsheng, but before he could reach out, Ao Cangsheng had already stepped out of the crowd. Seeing this, Yin Qiuxi's child was startled: "Brother Cangsheng......"

He cried anxiously, and with a pair of wonderful eyes, tears flashed slightly. When there was a cry on his face, two tears disappeared at once.

He wanted to say something, but he snatched away the tears and poured them down his throat, causing his voice to whimper.

Hearing Yin Qiuqian's voice, Ao Cangsheng knew what he was going to say, so he didn't turn around, but walked out of the crowd in two steps.

At this time, the child's eyes began to flicker with deep anxiety and fear. He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of the death of the proud. When the proud man dies, he has no face to see the proud general.

At this point, Shaw began to regret it a little. Regret shouldn't be so impulsive, and it shouldn't talk to Ao Cangsheng like that. If it weren't for the moment of washing his hair, Ao Cangsheng would not be angry with Han Han.

But now, regret seems useless. The only way for the child is to say that all the tigers and the people in red must stay strictly for a while, and as long as the proud people are in danger, they must be killed and understand the pain at the first time.

Seeing a bloody child slowly coming out of the crowd opposite, his son in his aching eyes showed a surprised expression all the way. He looked lazily, measuring his arrogance and contemptuous tone. "You're not from the Tiger Cadia Army, son?

Ao Cangsheng looked at the pain, looked at the time like a knife: "No!

"Since it's not Cardinal Tiger, you also go back, Master, I disdain to fight against the nameless Han generation!" Mingyuan said coldly, no longer seeing the arrogant Cangsheng.

"Haven't you been looking for me? I'm here now. Are you afraid?"

Hearing this, Ming's painful eyes lit up, and he was surprised to see Ao Cangsheng again. He observed his elevator as usual, measured Ao Cangsheng again, and finally sneered: "Are you from Ao Cangsheng?"

Ao Cangsheng said: "It's Lao Tzu!"

Knowing those sore eyes, he closed his eyes, looked at the arrogant Cangsheng a little angrily and said, "Are you finally willing to come out and die?"

Ao Cangsheng snorted coldly: "Neither of them will die. Stop talking nonsense, what do you want to do with Han?"

"Hello, Han?" Knowing how painful and meaningful this was, he glanced at Ao Cangsheng and cried, "How are you all dead?

Ao Cangsheng said: "I heard that you are also a genius who understands the family. Since you're a genius, you must be a genius. Do you want to be an equal to me, or do you want to become a Han directly from your current practice?

understood and smiled: "That's equal to Han, if not, even if I kill you, people will think that I bullied Xiao." ”

Ao Cangsheng nodded, and the corner of his mouth smiled. If that's the case, then Han!"

Before speaking, all.

Under the thunderclouds, several white lightning bolts streaked through space, like ten long swords, "snapping" and "snapping" until the pain in the neck and neck disappeared.

I knew the pain and sneezed and said, "It's fast, but Han's strength is too weak!"

Speaking of which, the shape disease moved half a foot, and the opponent's light suddenly appeared, and the gushing vitality instantly formed an arc, with the arrogant Cangsheng's right hand at one end and the arrogant Cangsheng's left hand at the other end.

"Razer, Teng Snake Dance!"

The dazzling light dispersed, pulling out a five-inch-long chain of fire, and the flash of "ah", like a long snake, was written with poisonous words alive, towards the arrogant Sheng.

"Razer" is a low-level and interesting secret art. The photo opens in O'Cangsheng's "Old Days of Clapping" and is downgraded by one notch. Ming's soreness can be used as a "thunder snake", either because he doesn't look at Ao Cangsheng, or because he wants to weigh Ao Cangsheng.

"Bang!"

A beam of light flashed between the two men, igniting thousands of sparks. This blow is to understand the problem of hard collision between the coin of pain and pride.

Under a blow, Ming stood in pain where he recovered, and Oku's subscription was slammed out. After two feet of leveling, O'Cangsheng's subscription stopped.

He understood the pain, snorted coldly, and shouted: "Child, you have two minutes, don't waste too much wood, can you become a Han with me?"

Ao Cangsheng sneered, disdainful of understanding the painful words. With his own efforts, is he really qualified and understands Han's pain?

If this man does not have the confidence to release the water, if he knows that the pain of oppression and repair is the hardness of shaping and binding, he will not be able to resist the attack of his own strength.

At a certain point, Ao Cangsheng flashed up like a gust of wind, sweeping up a cloud of sand. At one point, gasping for breath, he jerked a whip and raised his hand, threatening to understand the pain.

"In the past, when that hand was flapped, the living thing was covered in charcoal!"

Suddenly, the vitality of the mad profession flew away and turned into a box of light knives until the pain in the lower back was gone. There are only knives, and the air around them suddenly cools. A round of Siamese breath was suddenly released, just like the murderous Han Tian, and the blood of Aihong was also common.

When he had time to get cold, he felt as if he was freezing. When he realized that his aching son was a little chilled, he frowned and said to himself that this young man had this ability.

In this way, Ming suddenly sneered and jumped up. When he couldn't let go, he won Ao Cangsheng's attack. He had a tremendous momentum that turned it into a rapid, trampling the cold, silent breath several times. He stepped directly on the knife, hit it like an arrow, and rushed towards Ao Cangsheng.