Kryptonian Demon Lord

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Red lotus cleans the world fire, Maitreya holds the palm of the sky, the big star picker, the small rising dragon fist...

Ah da da da da da!

In an instant, Wu Hao dumped all the moves he had just held back on the so-called big-dog official.

Without Haoran's positive air pressure, he was playing that happy.

Of course he is not killing people.

It's not just venting the resentment that was restrained by the awe-inspiring positive pressure just now.

It was not entirely irritated by what he recorded.

Just looking at this person named Song Daoji was unhappy.

The key is the look that the person said hello just now.

Calm and calm, but a bit ridiculed, a bit ridiculed.

Although there is no response when he fails to do anything, sometimes one look is enough.

Seeing the other person's eyes, Wu Hao wanted to ask: "What are you looking at?"

When the time comes, people will answer one more sentence, and then he will do it again?

Wu Hao simply omitted the intermediate process and opened up the blame directly.

Sometimes people are like this.

There is no need to involve interests, no grievances and hatreds, just one look is enough.

Smoke was everywhere, and the earth cracked. There was also a horrified call from the monk Shang De: "Donor, you can't make it, you can't make it, he's a great historian, you can't fight!"

"Shit officer?"

Wu Hao was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that he was talking about an official historian.

But what can't be done here? Does he have the same background as Monk Shang De?

Seeing Wu Hao's puzzled eyes, Monk Shangde smiled bitterly and said, "The donor doesn't understand the situation on Dagan's side. Dagan has some strange things that no one can afford. The historian is one of them."

"Why can't you provoke the law?" Wu Hao asked earnestly, "Is it possible that there are peerless masters among the historians who have not heard of it?"

"The master is not enough." Master Shang De said with a strange expression: "But they can't kill at all, but the things they record will be compiled into the history of the great army and passed on to future generations. Attacking the historian for no reason will not get what it deserves. The effect is still infamous for generations to come, and the wise can't do it!"

"Can't you die?" Wu Hao was slightly surprised.

There are still people who cannot be beaten in this world. According to Suntech, they are not one or two, but a group.

Can they still unite?

While thinking about it, Wu Hao suddenly heard a coughing sound.

Wu Hao followed the prestige, and saw smoke and dust over there, and the aftermath of the attack had not yet dissipated.

However, his spirit was able to detect the situation inside.

Wu Hao didn't keep his hand just now. Wu Hao believed that even if the Thunder Tiger Lu Tao was still here, he would have to kneel after this round of baptism.

There is no doubt that Song Daoji, the chief historian, has been beaten into a piece of cake and collapsed on the ground.

But the cake is moving now.

With the soft cough coming from there, the cake was like a pool of water, constantly surging towards the middle, and gradually merged into a trance-like figure.

As if pinching plasticine, the human form gradually showed facial features, limbs, hair, and expressions.

The next moment, Song Daoji stood there again happily.

He didn't get frustrated, nor did he complain, but he seemed to be accustomed to showing a flat smile.

He glanced at Wu Hao casually, then took his hand back, not knowing where he got the paper and pen again, and continued to work hard.

"Hao went out of the city, met the Sirius Guardian and rushed to the Thunder Tiger and Lu Tao to conquer, but he couldn't help, and the bird commanded him to return. Hao became more and more rampant, and he met the historian Song Daoji and attacked for no reason. Mood, tyrannical and domineering, beyond words. and also……"

This time, Wu Hao didn't act rashly, but quietly asked Monk Shangde: "Did you see clearly just now, how does he live?"

Monk Shang De cautiously said: "The great historians are all like this, they seem to have special secrets of body protection..."

At this time, Song Daoji looked at them both with a smile, and said with a smile: "Why bother to discuss privately, I Song Daoji has everything to say to others, just ask me if I don't understand."

Wu Hao looked at the great historian in front of him and asked directly: "What secret technique is this?"

He felt that his wife would like this secret technique, and if he had the opportunity to learn it, he might as well learn it.

Song Daoji chuckled and said, "This is not a secret technique, but the fundamental martial art of our historian, the way of sincerity!"

"The way of sincerity is as important as the outside and inside."

"People's hearts are changing, and people are willing to wear a mask. Many people live in lies. And history is like a little girl who is dressed up, and it is made up and smeared by the victor."

"Our historians pursue the truth of history, which requires the recorder to be absolutely objective."

"The ancestor of the historian observes the changes of the world, appreciates the rise and fall of the world, and creates the way of sincerity, which is the source of my martial arts.

"Our historians must solve the problem fundamentally, whether it is literary or martial arts!"

"Our martial arts is based on leather refining!"

"Whether it is Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, or a hundred schools of thought, almost all martial arts schools, no matter how they differentiate in the end, there is one step that will not be less, and that is skin refining."

"Skinning contains the most essence of martial arts."

"So our historian, don't practice anything else, specialize in skinning!"

"Because historians were born out of Confucianism, our skin refining is different from the martial arts of other martial arts, but literary refining. It is constantly baptized by the sincerity of recording the truth of history. Only true records can form the body of history. It’s recorded on the skin we refine."

"So the skins of our historians are all historical dermis. Even after death, every skin is a true history passed down to future generations!"

"It is precisely because we focus on leather refining, our leather defense is unparalleled. This allows the historian to set foot in countless unpredictable places and leave the most authentic records."

"Whether it is the scene of a powerful confrontation or a dangerous and treacherous secret place, as long as it is an event that has a significant impact on history, we have our historians!"

"Refining leather?" Wu Hao frowned.

Wu Hao has also refined leather, but he has never heard of such a miracle in leather refining. He faintly felt that something was wrong.

Qian Baoer!

Qian Baoer also came to Dagan. If Dagan really has such a great method of leather refining~www.readwn.com~ Qian Baoer could not be uninterested.

Wu Hao faintly felt that there should be some major flaws in this method.

So he asked tentatively, "How can it be possible to resist the attack of the same degree just now if you just refine the skin, but don't refine the flesh and blood?"

You must know that although he didn't use any strength to fight the bull, but the red lotus essence of the blood and fire Shura Dao was contained in the attack, which was extremely penetrating, and his flesh and blood spirit could not be able to hold it if it was just for skinning.

What's more, in the attack, there is still a strong tremor. How can it be possible to have that kind of effect similar to the rebirth of flesh and blood, just by refining the skin?

"Why can't you hold it?" Song Daoji raised his brows, looking a little proud.

"It's fine to practice to my level."

"I'm covered with skin now!"

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