Urban God-level Selection System

As soon as Lin Fengfeng's words fell, he immediately jumped down the stairs with Huang Family's Offering and Bai's Offering, and then came to Zhang Wanlin's side.

As soon as the three reached Zhang Wanlin's side, they immediately made a gesture to Zhang Wanlin: "Master Zhang, please do it. After all, Wei always asks for your help. You should have prepared this Miyamoto Sanji for him."

"Haha! Three, do you mean cross talk?"

The three divisions of Miyamoto watched Lin Fengzheng and suddenly stepped down to find Zhang Wanlin's stubble.

Mr. Miyamoto said: "I have long heard that Hua Xia's crosstalk is very interesting, and it was really extraordinary at first sight, which made people laugh."

The white enshrined tribes turned red, but they dared not go to power and fight again. There is no way. The third division of Miyamoto is a fourth-rank martial arts warrior. Have to leap.

A third-rank martial artist can never defeat a fourth-rank martial artist! They finally cultivated this good skill, and they didn't want to be abolished by the third division of Miyamoto, so they could only lose this face.

Fortunately, there is Zhang Wanlin's arrogance, as long as they believe that they suppress the arrogance, it is not them who will be embarrassed.

"Zhang Wanlin, are you still up?

Are you very powerful? "

Lin Fengfeng saw Zhang Wanlin just smiling but didn't move, and said dissatisfiedly, "If you don't go up again, don't blame me!"

Li Shuying was so enraged by these three shameless offerings, he rebuked: "You all know that Zhang Wanlin is not the opponent of Miyamoto Sanji, and he is also allowed to go up, you are too much! What are you masters?"

"Secretary Miyamoto, if you have a species, just wait for a while. I will find someone to pick you up. Do you dare to wait?"

Li Shuying stepped out and pointed at Miyamoto Sansi, "Do you have any kind?"

In order to attract hatred, Li Shuying was really out at the moment. He actually gave a thumbs up toward Miyamoto. This was the biggest insult to a Toyo samurai.

"Little girl, do you dare to insult me?"

The third division of Miyamoto was suddenly murderous, and under his murderous package, the demon knife held by the third division of Miyamoto suddenly changed.

"Buzzing..." The buzzing sounds changed everyone's face. Before listening to Li Shuying's legend about the demon sword, they felt the legend more and more true at the moment.

"Is this demon sword about to be unsealed?

Wouldn't the ancient city really be slaughtered? "

Huang Ming shuddered and looked at the demon sword, his face very ugly.

"I don't want to die."

At this moment, I don't know who yelled. Many people who heard Mixin leaning on the front row fled backward.

Regardless of how Li Heilang, Chu Zhen and others called, those people were still frantically squeezing out of the crowd, and no one could stop them.

"Haha! Is this China's coward?"

Miyamoto's mocking became more intense. He pointed at Li Shuying's evil charm and smiled: "Little Beauty, you have me insulted me, and I will take you into the villa and love it."

"Sanji Miyamoto, you kind of oriental trash, if I want to defeat you, I only need one trick!"

Zhang Wanlin finally stepped out of the crowd step by step and came to Li Shuying. Zhang Wanlin looked at Miyamoto Miji with cold eyes: "I wanted to keep you, see if I can show you some Toyo Ninjutsu, but Your mouth is so stinky, I can't stand it, so..." "One move defeats you."

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Wanlin's hairy legs started immediately, and he rushed up the top of the stairs like a gust of wind, and then kicked the ground directly into the air.

"This is the greatest courtesy I have given you. You are indeed the number one figure, but unfortunately you shouldn't mess with me, and you shouldn't bully the people of China."

Although Zhang Wanlin had risen to midair, his voice was very loud, and everyone at the scene heard clearly.

"This momentum!"

At this time, Bai Feng and others all stared at the small black dots in the sky and exclaimed, "This is the momentum of the Sipin Martial Artist..." "What?

Fourth grade martial artist? "

Huang Ming and Chen Zhen glanced at each other, and both were unbelievable, "How is this possible! This man is only in his early twenties, and he has the strength of a fourth-grade martial artist. Isn't his growth unpredictable?"

At this moment, those who insulted Zhang Wanlin took a step back guilty, and Huang Ming and Chen Zhen regretted their previous behavior.

Not only offended Zhang Wanlin, but also offended Chu Zhen. If Chu Zhen said their bad things in Zhang Wanlin's ears, I'm afraid they wouldn't want to get together in the ancient city in the future.

"Alas, Brother Huang, it seems that we have to consider going back. The ancient city will definitely not develop."

Chen Zhen wailed, bitterly dying.

For his sake, how could they think that the unsweetened boy in front of him turned out to be a Sipin martial arts master, so he was simply a devil! regret! I really regret it! Several people rejoiced and others were worried. Huang Lao was very excited to see Zhang Wanlin so powerful, but the Huang family's offerings caused Zhang Wanlin, how should he resolve this contradiction?

While Huang Lao was contemplating, the Huang Family's offering whispered to him: "Huang Lao, you must save me. Please plead for me in front of Zhang Wanlin, I don't want to die..." "Don't panic, Mr. Zhang Adults will definitely not remember the villains."

Huang Lao looked up at the black spot in the sky and muttered, "He is going to fall!"

"What the **** is this!"

Miyamoto felt the strong pressure from high altitude, he wanted to retreat, but felt his legs weighed heavily.

He felt that kind of oppression only with his elder brother and his father. Is this Zhang Wanlin's strength far more than a fourth-grade martial artist?

Can't resist, I can't resist at all! Sanji Miyamoto cried, his tears could not stop falling, he regretted, he should not give the demon knife to others, otherwise if he pulled out the demon knife to unblock it, he still has the ability to fight back! "Have you ever seen this trick coming from the sky?"

Zhang Wanlin had lifted the Buddha's palms down at this time, and the villa's stairs collapsed. The third division of Miyamoto sank directly, and then a vast palm appeared on the ground! "Poof..." A move came out, the three divisions of Miyamoto spurted blood, and the whole person was constantly losing weight like a deflated balloon, and the whole body was constantly weak, weak, and weak again. In the end, it was like a waste! "Brother!"

Seeing that the third brother of Miyamoto took the demon Taoist, he immediately threw the demon sword in his hand to him. When the palm fell down like a god, the sense of oppression blocked them and they could not throw the demon sword.

At this moment, the Divine Palm Divine Dispersed, he threw the knife into the pit immediately, and fell in front of Miyamoto Sanji, Miyamoto Sanji grabbed the demon sword excitedly.

"Haha! Zhang Wanlin, you have caused me to be a self-cultivator, and I want you to die today!"

Miji Miyamoto said with a spit of blood on the demon sword, "The demon sword is unsealed, blood kills thousands of miles!"