Zombie Evolution System

"Hmph! I see what kind of tricks he is going to play!" Bu Yi snorted again, and then the eyes of the three fell on Yue Ming.

Seeing the big knife getting closer and closer to the top of his head, Jin Ming's eyes became sharp instantly, and he moved!

"Snapped!"

Seeing that the big knife was about to fall on top of Jin Ling's head, everyone held their breath, but at this moment, Wang Xiaoming, who had a ferocious face, fell to the side without warning.

Everyone was stunned, and when everyone was stunned, Luolonghe's loud cry woke them up!

"Good! Haha, what a talent!"

"Third brother, tell me what happened!" Bu Yi said in surprise, and fixed his gaze on Yueming again.

"Yes, third brother, Yueming's speed was too fast just now, even I didn't see clearly!" Jin Dazhuang was also very surprised, he only saw the outline of the movement of the senior brother's swinging the knife just now!
"Haha..." Luolonghe laughed loudly: "Brother and second brother, just now this young man named Yueming pulled out his knife, and threw the back of the knife directly at Wang Xiaoming's face, because of the strength problem, Wang Xiaoming fell to the side. "

While several people were talking, Wang Xiaoming on the ring hurriedly got up, and he felt the burning pain on the right side of his face.

Everyone also saw that on the right side of Wang Xiaoming's face, there was a deep red mark left there, which was swollen and high.

"I'm going to tear you to pieces!" Wang Xiaoming threw himself on Yueming again.

"Stop!" Luo Longhe slapped the table and stood up, sure enough, Wang Xiaoming who was running quickly stopped, the person who stopped the dumpling was the Suzerain of Luoyue Sect.

For Wang Xiaoming, Luolonghe is the sky high above, and the sky wants his own assistant, even in these two lists Wang Xiaoming dare not take any action.

"Wang Xiaoming, why don't you hurry up and thank Yueming's men for your mercy, if what you just scratched on your face was a knife blade, your head may have moved!"

Although Wang Xiaoming was unwilling, he still bowed slightly to Yueming with his fists in his hands: "Thank you, brother, for your mercy."

"Haha," Yueming scratched his head in embarrassment: "It's okay, why don't we change to a non-dangerous weapon, I practice here every day, so I'm the one who feels embarrassed."

Wang Xiaoming nodded with a flushed face: "Okay, seeing brother gave me another chance, then I won't show mercy this time!"

As he spoke, he slapped the storage bag, and a mace flew out of it.

Seeing that the mace was not ordinary, Yue Ming's Shuangquan also had a flash of inspiration, and then two black gloves appeared in his hands.

"What kind of weapon is that?" Luolonghe was surprised again, this kid had given her enough surprises, and now he took out such a weird weapon again!

"Third brother, that weapon is called a glove. It can protect your own hands while striking the enemy." Jin Dazhuang explained with a smile.

"Is it so magical?" Luo Longhe said in disbelief, and then he looked at Yue Ming with even more anticipation.

"Drink!" Hearing a loud shout, Wang Xiaoming rushed up waving a mace, he gritted his teeth, and this time he must twist his arm off.

Yue Ming chuckled, out of respect for his opponent, he bumped his fists together twice, then jumped twice on the spot, took two steps and stepped back, like Wang Xiaoming's tentative walk.