American Manga God

Throughout the ages, regardless of the world or race, there is no distinction between 'name' and 'profit'.

Now that you have a name, are you still afraid that you will lose money?

The Temple of the Law is not only a place to force the Master, but also a large-scale magical exchange institution that can span the multiverse.

The offset point is the only hard currency here.

Previously, the magic suits and all kinds of magic that Mei Jieduo had drawn with the offset point were all from the Temple of Law.

Of course, it doesn't matter whether it's street stall goods or Taobao goods, everything is divided into three, six and nine.

Didn't see the real best, only appeared in some Sotheby's and Christie's auction houses?

What Mei had drawn before was the leftovers from mass production.

It was not until he obtained the registered membership of the Temple of Law that he truly stepped into the eyes of the multiverse mages.

Of course, seeing that, Mei Jiedao knew that there must be some platinum and black gold on it. Most of this stuff is linked to its own spending power.

For example, if there is no Xinyue member III, are you embarrassed to say that you are an iron fan of the Penguin Factory?

Cough cough!

You don't know what a Stark is until you see a big snake shit, oh shit!

I haven't seen how much the real master is, and he has been a frog at the bottom of the well all his life.

The time was too short, and Mei Juncao couldn't pick one, so he just picked one that he was familiar with from the Black Iron Rank column list in the Temple of Law.

After the face has been transformed, it is still the face of Strange in 194, which falls in Natasha's eyes, but I don't know how many times more handsome.

handsome!

very handsome!

Cool thief!

At this moment, Mei Jiexiao seems to be the collection of all the male gods in the world, and the most handsome faces in recent years are not as good as his in case.

Without the deep laughter in the past, he always had difficulties and greatness that could not be kept secret, and now he is more like a handsome prince.

Because in him, Natasha actually felt the nobleness of a prince and aristocrat.

A raised hand, a raised foot, there is a kind of inexplicable bearing.

I don't know if it's an illusion or not, it's clear that Mei Chuncao has black hair, but I always feel that he is now dyed blond, and he still has long blond hair that hangs down his shoulders! ?

This... is really not an illusion!

Because the 100% Power Master Possession Card that Mei Jiecao has selected now is the Blood Elf Prince Kael'thas* Sunstrider in the Burning Crusade version in "World of Warcraft"!

A prince of a subjugated country, who shoulders the future of the entire blood elf race, has become an evil minion under repeated conspiracies.

He had a tragic fate that seemed to be accidental but inevitable, and in the end he went so far as to become a **** of the demon commander Kil'jaeden.

He represents tragedy, but also power.

Moreover, until he faced the siege of many foot men in Storm Fortress, he was not fighting alone...

Abomination is a little impatient here.

"Okay! Sneaky guy, get your name. I want to kill a real strong man."

"Mei! You can call me Mr. Mei!" Mei made an aristocratic greeting gracefully.

This made the hatred even worse.

The Emir who was born in the Soviet Union, overthrowing the nobles or something, can be said to be deeply ingrained in his mind.

"Humph! If you are strong enough, I will remember you." He couldn't bear the killing intent and destruction in his heart, and hatred began to charge at Meimumu.

"Den!"

The footsteps of the earth shaking.

In just one step, he crossed a distance of fifty meters and came over with the momentum of Mount Tai pressing the top. If there is no soft and mysterious moonlight in the sky, his huge body can even shroud the small plum tree in the shadow.

Suddenly, a vigorous phantom with red armor and a shield appeared out of thin air, blocking the hatred.

Although this figure is also very strong, nearly 2 meters high, that is only the concept of human strength, he looks much thinner than Hulk. It was this 'human' who was a bit translucent, with strangely long ears and long eyebrows, bursting out with unimaginable power.

"Bang!" The shield he raised firmly blocked the huge fist of hatred. Hundreds of millions of tons of terrifying power were all unloaded under his feet, causing the entire grass to sag, and the surrounding area to rise instantly.

After all, he blocked the blow, even if the whole person was driven into the ground like a nail to a depth of one meter.

Before Abomination could launch another punch in shock, another burly male figure appeared from the void. He was also wearing an excessively ornate armor, wielding a huge two-handed battle axe, and he came up with a slash.

Abomination instinctively uses his arms to block.

In his imagination, his arm that can even carry a rocket launcher should not be a problem to take this axe.

He was wrong.

The stench of blood spurted out. Although the wound was not deep, it was only about fifteen centimeters. This was nothing for a big monster that needed an ordinary adult to hug its forearm alone, but breaking the defense was breaking the defense.

Abomination was a little surprised by the substantial damage, and the pain and tremor in the arm.

"Go away!" He threw a punch with his left arm.

Originally almost hit, but the somewhat translucent man suddenly roared.

"Drink!" The thunderous drink evoked the most primitive fear in the hatred.

It was hatred to think back to his boyhood, all kinds of torture in the Soviet Union. This kind of mental attack that ignores the ** and directly reaches the brain makes the hatred temporarily lose his mind, and actually runs around like crazy.

While the hatred was in chaos, the two phantoms, along with the other two shadows coming out from behind, launched a siege together.

One of them was a mage behind him, and he kept throwing fireballs.

The other one was a little weird, he was dropping bombs.

Seemingly primitive metal ball bombs, each blast blasts cantaloupe-sized blood holes in abominations.

"Damn! Damn! What is this? You have the ability to fight me head on!" Hatred roared at Mei Mumu~www.readwn.com~ Mei Mumu was unmoved, and stood there as a quiet and beautiful man.

A gust of wind picked up his hair, out of tune with the noisy battlefield.

Perhaps, this is the style!

Abomination is like a trapped beast, roaring and flapping his limbs frantically.

He was injured, and he created wounds for the other party.

When he pressed one of the phantoms to the ground ruthlessly, and slammed a dozen times with his big fist desperately, the translucent guy finally burst open, turned into a beautiful brilliance, and disappeared.

After doing the same, the blood-soaked hatred stood in front of Mei Jiecao again.

"Small guy! Use whatever tricks you have." Abomination growled angrily.

Just when Mei Jiecao was about to say something, the ruins of the building shook, and Hulk finally climbed out.