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Chapter 832:Tiger's Roar, Dragon's Howl

When the next round of the test begins, it has reached the twilight time.

The golden sun shines on the top of the tower, making the great Totian peak, which looks like a golden splendor, like a fairyland.

“The time for a smell has arrived.Two students, the solitary bully and Wang Yong, please go to the table.

Zuo Chuping glanced at the lonely and lonely two people, and drank loudly.

Call!

Suddenly, I saw a crowd, and a figure jumped up and jumped more than ten feet away.The beautiful action left a beautiful arc in the air.

Finally, it fell on top of the fight.

This man is a solitary man.

"Lonely senior master, come on, kill the king's silence this guy."Let him know that the second place in the list of the earth is great...”

“Long live the king, long live the king...”

After the lone master appeared on the stage, many students, all of them shouted to him to help him.

In the inner courtyard, the prestige is extremely high and far-reaching.

“I went.”

Wang Lian looked at Hao Yi and lonely two people, no longer hesitated, and immediately jumped up and fell to the table.

However, apart from Hao Yi and loneliness, almost no one cried for the king.

"Finally, it's our turn, and I hope you don't disappoint Ben.If you lose too fast, it doesn't make sense."

The lonely master looked at the king's silence on the leaping than the dome, and his mouth showed a mocking smile.

"Don't worry, I'll let anyone down, and I won't let you down."

Wang Yan looked at the lonely hegemon in front of him, and his eyes flashed with cold.

Looking at the two sides of the fight, the two people who are fighting against each other are silent and alone.Under the roof, it is also a boiling.

“You say, ‘Who’s going to win this fight?’

Only idiots ask that question!Needless to say, of course, the Lonely Master.The solitary master is the most powerful, contemporary myth.He seems to have made great progress this year.It is estimated that even Ning Qianxue sister is not his opponent.What about a king’s silence?”

"I bet that with one stroke, the solitary master can defeat the king's silence."I bet a hundred thousand pieces of porch, who would bet with me . . .

Countless students talk.

Many students even bet in private.They are not betting on who will win, because there is no doubt about it.

They bet on a solitary he who needs a few tricks to defeat the king.

Some say it is a trick, some say two tricks, say three strokes the most people.Ten words, almost no one.

Wang Leng and the two lonely fights, suddenly become the object of many students, bets.

Those who start gambling, one by one, smile at their mouths.I want to make a crazy profit today.

Hao Yi, alone in the crowd, the two faces are not very good at this moment.

“Damn bastard, there’s no one watching my master.”Listen, they are all betting that my master will lose a few tricks to the lone master.It's disgusting that a bet on my master won."

The lonesome fist clenched, and the voice was full of anger.

“It really is hateful.You see, the man just now, actually bet 300,000 pieces of the Chinese basalt, gambling alone in the three strokes to defeat the king.I'm so cute, I can't swallow that."

Hao Yi nodded, suddenly took a step, toward the group of students who opened the game, and walked over.

Solitary, he hurried to follow, and dissuaded, "What are you doing, don't make trouble."

Hao Yi did not answer, went to the group of students who opened the game, and asked: "The gambling king wins, what is the odds?"

The students who opened the game, as well as the students who heard this nearby, were like looking at a fool, looking at Hao Yi.

“The gambling king wins?No one hates the basalt, and the stupid king of the fool wins."

The students who opened the game, paused, and laughed jokingly: "Of course, if you have to gamble to win the king's silence, it's okay to lose a hundred."

"That's what you said."

Hao glanced at each other with anger, and then waved his right hand and took a large number of basalts out of the storage ring.

He said, "This is a hundred thousand pieces of basil, and I bet the king's victory."

If it is not Hao's rate at this moment, there are only more than 100,000 pieces of Chinese basil left.He will certainly smash hundreds of thousands of pieces of Chinese basil, and fight to support Wang Lian.

"I'll make fifty thousand pieces of basil, and the king of the king wins."

Lonely Xuan saw this scene, the jade hand, the storage ring, only some of the remaining basalt, all took out.

The students who opened the game saw this scene, suddenly frolic, immediately closed the bouster, and laughed: "White sent stud, don't be white."Hao rate bet 100,000 Chinese basalt, lonely bet 50,000 Chinese basalt, the king won.I recorded it.I hope you don't cry. "Don't cry."

"Who's crying, not necessarily."

The two of them, they were alone, staring at each other.

At this time, suddenly Zuo Chuping began to announce: "Bitch, officially began."

Hearing this, everyone's eyes gathered on the table again.

I saw a huge match table, gushing out of light, covering the entire table.That’s more than the ban on the table.

In the midst of the prohibition, the king and the lonely heman looked at each other.

Although the test has officially begun, no one has taken the first shot.You both look at me, and I look at you.But the eyes are getting stronger.

Suddenly, the lonely bully's eyebrows shook, the right hand turned into an iron fist, first bombarded a fist at Wang Lian: "Oneworld's Heavenly Fist III, Tiger Worky Dragon!"

The punch of the lonely god was bombarded, and suddenly saw a shocking fist, rising up from the sky, tearing the world into two halves.

On the left is a fierce and unusual black tiger, and on the right is an unrivalled blood dragon.A tiger and a dragon, long and long, powerful and powerful.

"It is the second place on the list, this punch is enough to hit a man in the first day of Nirvana."

Wang Lian squinted, nor hesitated, and when his right hand waved, a rusty iron sword appeared in his hand, which was a rusty iron sword.

“The Sword of the City!”

Wang Lianlian waved the iron sword in his hands and drew countless mysterious arcs in the middle of the sky.There was a black light that bloomed above the iron sword.

Among them, there is a shadow of a basalt tortoise.The black lips of the tortoise, gently opened and closed, falling from the sky, and repressed everything.

The black tiger and the blood dragon shadow, immediately collided with this tortoise.

The tortoise was instantly torn, but the black tiger and the blood dragon were also turned into powder at this moment.

"To be able to block this trick of the king, you have not finally let the king too disappointed."But the next move, I don't know if you can stop it."

A cold smile emerges at the corner of the mouth alone, and the feet are constantly moving, and one step out of the way, you can step out of the distance.And behind, leave a shadow behind.

The magic of the body is that people can’t help but clapping their hands.

And his two fists, at this moment, also bombarded at the same time: "Oneworld's fifth type of boxing, only I dominate!"

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