Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

The thirteenth left, carrying Lin Piaoling, had to bet against Mo Yun. Such a joke made Zuo Chen and others laugh. Too many family disciples gathered around Wulingtai.

"Left thirteenth, relying on you, do you want to bet against Mo Yun? What do you have?"

"That's right, you can't bear even Brother Mo's move!"

With Zuo Chen mocking, these people insulted Zuo Shisan. Mo Yun raised his sword eyebrows and was quite disdainful.

"Then don't fight!"

The thirteen on the left was not used to these people at all, and turned around to get off the Wulingtai.

"you!"

These people really didn't expect that Zuo Thirteen would dare to do so under the military order, saying that they would not accept the challenge.

"Who is shameless, I'm the first order, sorry?"

"Elder, you don't care about it. If this is the case, high-level disciples can challenge the low-level unscrupulously. What kind of martial arts is this? This is the biggest joke of the Zuo family!"

The thirteenth from the left was deliberate, and a sentence made the faces of the surrounding elders gloomy, and some elders looked at Mo Yun dissatisfied. After all, Mo Yun is a seventh-order disciple.

"Okay, what do you want?"

Mo Yun smiled contemptuously, as for the thirteenth from the left, what else was in his hand.

"Left thirteenth, what do you press, I press you ten times, no, a hundred times!"

Mo Yun's words caused other disciples around to laugh wildly. Mo Yun is a talented disciple, and he has good resources under Qingfengzong and Qishao.

"Hundred times? Are you sure?"

The thirteenth left touched his chin and stared at Mo Yun nervously.

"Of course, a hundred times, as long as you can take it out!"

But when Mo Yun had just finished saying this sentence, the left thirteen slapped his waist and took out a handful of pills from his pocket. More than 20, Qingfengzong vitality pill.

"what?"

This is the middle-level pill of Qingfengzong, only the sixth-order disciples are qualified to obtain it, and only ten pieces each year.

The thirteenth guy from the left, the laughing-stock master, was only able to get one in Zuo's house a year, but now there are more than twenty.

"Come on, I want to see a hundredfold, that is a thousand vitality pills!"

With a sentence from the left thirteenth, Mo Yun's face twitched. Thousands, how could it be that Mo Yun is an alchemist? But the big story was also said just now, and Mo Yun flushed.

"How can this be? How can you have it?"

Zuo Chen also greedily looked at the pill in Zuo Shisan's hand, it was the vitality pill, how Zuo Shisan got it.

"No, just say no, pretend to be a tyrant!"

Left Thirteen looked at Mo Yun contemptuously and smiled brightly at the corner of his mouth. But at this moment, Mo Yun wanted to roar, really wanted to draw his face, and directly compared with Zuo Shisanfei.

"Elder, look?"

Mo Yun secretly looked at an elder who was in charge of the Wulingtai. The elder also glared at Mo Yun. There weren't so many pills, so what?

"Thirteenth Young Master, this is the Martial Spirit Platform. Under the military order, you have accepted the challenge. Don't be a hundredfold, let Mo Yun take out ten times the pill, you can fight."

The elder had a gloomy face, but secretly turned towards Mo Yun. In this situation, Mo Yun nodded quickly and waved at the same time, all the pills in the storage belt were placed in front of the elder.

"not enough!"

The thirteenth left smiled again, that smile seemed to tear Mo Yun's heart.

"Who, who can lend me some?"

Mo Yun, a dignified and elite disciple, could only ask other people for help. Some disciples were also dumbfounded, but there were many people under Qi Shao's school, and everyone took out the vitality pill and handed it to Mo Yun.

Lin Piaoling woke up after spending a whole stick of incense. The thirteenth left hurriedly put Lin Piaoling under the Wuling Platform, to challenge Mo Yun.

"what?"

Lin Piaoling became nervous, how could the thirteenth from the left be able to fight, that was Dragon Slayer Mo Yun.

"boom!"

Mo Yun has already stepped onto the stage, and the tens of thousands of pounds of armor bloomed with purple light. At this time, Mo Yun looked at Zuo Thirteen proudly. Even if Zuo Thirteen had extremely strong power, it was impossible to fight him.

"Slayer, your name is not good, Mo Yun, change it!"

The thirteen on the left stood faintly beside Mo Yun, and the spirit of Mo Yun condensed at this time, making the sky dark. Wulingtai was shaking, and the air was confused and monstrous.

Spiritual energy transformed, purple awn armor appeared bunches of light, in the light, ten thousand islands came out, the law of Zhenshan.

"I can blow you up with one punch!"

"Thirteenth Young Master, I will not kill you, when I will abolish your arms!"

"But when I shoot, I will make you kneel down!"

The seventh-order Lingwei, how can the first-order be able to resist. Mo Yun's eyes bloomed with divine light, and the powerful spirit power gathered in front of him, and the billowing spirit power rose up.

Let Ten Thousand Islands be rolled down to the thirteenth left as if pouring gold.

The thirteen from the left let out a breath, smiled lazily at Mo Yun, simply ignoring it.

"what?"

Everyone has seen that the thirteenth from the left can bear the spirit power. Mo Yun's spiritual power could not shock Zuo Thirteen at all. Such a situation has of course triggered some discussions.

"Thirteenth Young Master, it's a bit weird, can it really restore the Heavenly Spiritual Vessel? This is absolutely impossible!"

Many elders also watched, the Heavenly Spirit Vessel from the left thirteenth had been integrated into the young left Qingyun's body. Zuo Qingyun has become a peerless arrogant, the future of Zuo Family lies in Zuo Qingyun.

But why the thirteenth left could bear it, all the elders couldn't understand.

Mo Yun was also stunned, and wanted to make Zuo Shisan kneel and insult Zuo Shisan.

The thirteenth from the left is half-human and half-zombie, even if he is half-stepped, he is sealed by the bone mirror. The thirteen souls on the left are still zombies in nature, but zombies are terrifying creatures.

Mo Yun had already uttered an angry roar, but at this time Zuo Shisan smiled lightly: "A dog that barks doesn't bite."

"Left thirteenth, you dare to scold me?"

Mo Yun had already punched, and he didn't inspire magical power, but with the power of "Slaying the Dragon Gong", he wanted to abolish the thirteenth left himself.

"Boom!"

The powerful physique and the heavy purple armor make Mo Yun look like a monster. There was a sonic boom in the air when the punch was hit.

"Left thirteenth, I am going to abolish you!"

Mo Yun was furious, everyone was waiting. The disciples and elders onlookers shook their heads. At this time, the thirteenth from the left didn't admit defeat. Is it really going to be in Mo Yun's hands.

"Thirteenth Young Master, give up, this is fate!"

"Zuo Thirteen, you shouldn't come back, you know? What kind of young master are you?" Zuo Chen smiled contemptuously, not knowing this Thirteen brother.

"Fate? When I set foot on the left house, fate was in my hands."

"Mo Yun, you shouldn't challenge me!"

When Mo Yun blasted a violent punch, no one thought that Zuo Thirteen smiled coldly. And behind this smile, the hand of the left thirteen suddenly burst into a peerless light.

The light was like a knife, and that knife seemed to come out from the sky, with a touch of Fanghua covering the Wulingtai.

The peerless knife, the might of Lingbao, was in the hands of the thirteenth left, as if slicing out a big knife of tens of meters.

Slay the dragon with a flying knife, slay the dragon!

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