Heavenly God Mnemonic

"It's Wang Cheng!"

"Wang Cheng is here!"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and it calmed down immediately.

The woman in Wang Cheng's arms was dressed in red, with white shoulders exposed, and she looked like a little bird, leaning against Wang Cheng's chest.

Wang Cheng's hand unscrupulously reached into the woman's collar and kneaded it on her chest at will. The woman's expression was very enjoyable and sexy.

"Guru."

There was a sound of swallowing saliva in the hall, and more than half of his eyes were focused on Wang Cheng's hand, which was undulating like a hill in the collar of the woman.

The girl's appearance can only be said to be average, but in a ghostly place like the Confinement Land, a girl is very short of it, and it is impossible to possess without strong strength.

At this time, sows have also become popular.

Zou Guannan stabilized his injury, hid in a corner of the hall, showing his face, and said coldly: "Wang Cheng, you should be careful too, this kid is definitely not a newborn calf!"

Wang Cheng smiled and said, "Huh, I always like to make excuses for my trash."

"you……!"

Zou Guannan was furious, and then his face turned gloomy, and he snorted bitterly: "Look at your ability, then."

One person behind Wang Cheng laughed and said: "In the late Zhenwu stage, I was not on the Qianlong list. There are only two reasons. I didn't participate last year, or the newcomers who participated only this year. I have never heard of some new calves who came in recently. This person should be a newcomer."

Another human said: "I think this kid is only sixteen or seventeen years old. He can reach the late stage of Zhenwu, and his talent is indeed terrible."

"Well, this kid, um, kind of, um, white and clean." The woman in her arms said "um ah ah".

"Huh? You fell in love with this kid?"

Wang Cheng grabbed it hard, and the woman was in pain, with a painful expression on her face, and hurriedly said, "What, what, maybe..."

Only then did Wang Cheng relax his hand, stretched out his tongue and licked her face, and said, "You shameless hoof, give me peace. If the sows in this ghost place are all fairies, you have the capital to be taken by me. ?Ok?"

"Well, Ren Er understands."

The woman whispered, and affixed it to Wang Cheng's body as if she was pleased, and the little bird was obedient and obedient.

Only then did Wang Cheng give up, staring at Yang Qingxuan, and said, "Boy, how did you get in?"

Yang Qingxuan said: "Killing."

"Haha."

A group of people laughed.

Wang Cheng smiled disdainfully and said: "Eight out of ten people here come in by murderers. There is nothing to show off."

Another person laughed and said: "Who did you kill? Calculated by time, it should be the ranking battle of Qianlong ranking now. Could it be that you killed someone in the ranking battle?"

Yang Qingxuan nodded and said with a smile: "Indeed, I missed and killed a member of the Zuo family, as if he was called Zuo Heng."

Quiet, the hall fell into extreme silence in an instant.

"Huh? Hahahaha!"

Wang Cheng burst into laughter, tears came out, bent over to point at him, and smiled, "Haha, he said he killed Zuo Heng, haha!"

"Haha!"

The other people all laughed, "Your kid is full of nonsense, do you know who Zuo Heng is? Haha!"

In the taunting sound, the smile on Wang Cheng's face turned hideous, and he said coldly: "Last year, Zuo Heng had already reached the Great Perfection with half his foot in the battle of Qianlong Ranking. Killing you is like killing a dog in the later stage. In this confined place, everything speaks by strength, not bragging. Also, I hate newcomers who are talking nonsense!"

"Kill him, kill him, and see what good things can burst from him."

The people behind him showed a cruel appearance, all screaming.

Wang Cheng pushed the woman in his arms away, and the true energy on his body exploded, a cloud of black energy gathered on his face, as if poisoned.

His body also began to swell, crushing the ground with each step.

"Just let me tear up your bragging mouth!"

Wang Cheng's hands were in the shape of a tiger, and a black-winged white-fronted tiger appeared behind him. It merged into his body, his body instantly swelled, and his clothes shattered with a "hiss" sound.

"Roar!"

Tigers shook the forest!

Wang Cheng, like a tiger descending the mountain, rushed forward.

Yang Qingxuan was not shocked by the aura, but surprised: "A member of the royal family?"

This move was exactly the "Black Wing Tiger Hegemony" he had seen, and coupled with the extremely obvious inheritance martial spirit, he could guess the identity of the opponent at once.

"The sword is coming!"

When Yang Qingxuan grabbed his five fingers, Dou Guishen fell in his hand and stood in front of him.

"Boom!"

Wang Cheng shot down with his hands like tiger claws, and shook his body against Ghost Fighting Divine Sword, causing a wave of air to strike Yang Qingxuan back three or four steps.

Wang Cheng's face changed slightly, and his palms kept pushing out. More than a dozen tiger paw prints appeared in the void, and each print had a ripple of true energy, and it hit the sky with great speed.

Yang Qingxuan's sword power shook, and he chopped off at those palm prints, and the sword light shot across the air, hitting the tiger's claws together, and there was a "bang-bang-bang" explosion.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes were cold and he noticed the flaws in Wang Cheng's moves. He was about to stab him with a sword. Suddenly he felt that his internal organs shrank and his injuries were triggered. The next time he slashed across the sword and shook Wang Cheng back, he also took seven or eight steps back. , Pull the distance away.

Then take out a few healing medicines and swallow them.

"He has a pill!"

One screamed, full of joy.

In the confinement place, apart from women, all kinds of supplies are the most lacking.

The people around could not help taking a few steps forward, greedy eyes appeared in their eyes, as if they had forgotten Yang Qingxuan's terrible.

"Hey, there really is a lot of money."

Wang Cheng licked his lower lip, leaned forward, his claws fell on the ground, his whole person turned into a tiger shape, he opened his mouth and shouted, "Go to hell!"

"Roar!"

The entire hall was shaking, Wang Cheng's body turned into a tiger in the sky, his face was half-demonized, and his fierce hostility was chilling and shocking.

Yang Qingxuan raised his hand, fighting ghosts in front of him, his eyes as ethereal as the sky, unpredictable.

Wang Cheng felt an inexplicable cold in his heart. He had a bad feeling. I couldn't say why, but he quickly rejected this feeling. Because this style of demonization, no one in the late Zhenwu can stop!

At this moment, three people walked down the stairs in the corner of the hall.

Two new offenders were sent in. An old student beat them up and followed them honestly.

Both of them had black eyes and swollen noses, and their heads downcast.

One of them saw the fighting in the hall, and looked slantingly. Suddenly, he was full of agitation and cried out, "Yang Qingxuan?!"

"Ok?"

The old student was also very frightened. I don't know who could beat Wang Cheng. He asked in a deep voice, "Who is this Yang Qingxuan, is this amazing?"

"Guru!"

The man who had lost his voice swallowed with difficulty, his body trembling fiercely, as if he had seen some terrible devil, and exclaimed in horror: "He killed half a step of the original martial arts in the just-concluded ranking battle. Zuo Heng, the man who stepped into the Four Kings!"

"Hey!"

The sound was like a bell of fright, swaying in the hall, everyone's brain buzzed, and suddenly air-conditioned!