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Wang Lan's expression immediately became serious, not only her, but everyone's expression on the tenth floor balcony changed.

Can Sangmenda summon fire?

Is his ability combat type?

Step, step, step...

Two figures walked in from the stairs on the tenth floor, a short man Feng Pu and a woman Han Yaling.

Round2- Ability Defense Battle!
On the east side of the big balcony, Uncle Zhu and Ru Ping were fighting in dire straits.

"Bah!" Ru Ping spat on the ground again, and a few rays of light shone through the barbed wire and red mist on her knife hand, reflecting a sharp light: "Is the superpower a muscle strengthening? The flesh is no match for a sword Ah, how many bloodstains are there on your body?"

One meter away, Uncle Zhu fell to the ground, his swollen thumb wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth vigorously, and a trace of blood exploded on his masculine face.

"Oh! Woman! You have successfully caught my attention!" After reading many domineering president's articles, he made an international friendly gesture with his right hand, ticked in, and said, "Woman! Don't be too complacent! Just now It was I who gave you the three swords! Let’s start now, come here! Let you see my true strength!"

Ru Ping frowned, and suddenly there were three bumps on the knife hand, like some kind of fishhook that pierced into the flesh and couldn't be pulled out easily. She said, "Is it the real strength? Then I will show you my strength too." Real strength!"

Waiting for the auditorium by the wall, Chen Yiping threw An Zi's shoulders to the ground, and shouted at Uncle Zhu: "Come on, Uncle! If you win, I will recognize you as my uncle!"

Chen Shui moved the easel to his side, and when he heard this, he said angrily, "Don't blindly recognize your relatives."

"Chen Shui, what are you painting?"

"A great thing."

Chen Shui didn't explain much, and the paintbrush in his hand was processing non-stop.

An Zi struggled on the ground and said, "You fucking..."

Chen Yiping pressed hard with an elbow: "Tsk! Kneel down for me!"

"what!!!"

An Zi's arm was completely dislocated, and he was so painful that he couldn't speak.

Chen Yiping continued to ask Chen Shui: "By the way, I have always wanted to ask you, Chen Shui, why do you draw new things every time? Can the ones drawn before be used?? Can you draw something in advance? ??"

He looked around the tenth floor where the wind was blowing, and said with difficulty: "This kind of...battle situation...it's really difficult to complete the painting..."

"Controlling supernatural powers requires mental power." Chen Shui said in a low voice: "Even if you don't redraw, it takes the same time to restart the props..."

This is the greatest limitation of the primary creator.

He felt it a few months ago that his abilities were different from Lin Youmushang's, and he couldn't get a significant improvement through normal physical exercise or ability training.

So he can only create when the battle is about to start every time. He can't stand it too long in advance, and it takes too much mental energy.

"What did you say?!"

Chen Yiping snailed up and held Anzi down. He felt that he was about to be blown away, and the wind on the tenth floor was suddenly very strong.

He shouted: "Forget it! Don't say it! I can't hear you! You should draw well! And be careful not to fly away...I rely on Sister Chang, what are you doing?!!!"

On the tenth floor, the members of Sangmenda's supplies collection team were all blown out with fine bloodstains, which Mu Chang blew with the sharp wind.

Mu Chang is using Zhao Tietie's positioning to launch a wind attack. The cat's eye of 10A is too small. If she lies on the door to look at it, there will be no room for her to move.

Zhao Tietie shouted beside her: "Yes, yes, yes! This is the place for a group of five people with loud voices! Sister Chang, remember!"

"it is good!"

Mu Chang, a white crane spreading its wings!
Upgraded version of Tai Chi Fengquan!
The fire in Sang Menda's palm was extinguished with a snap.

The wind fist is powerful!

Sang Menda quickly rolled out the tenth-floor balcony. Standing in the stairwell of Building A, he scratched his head and said, "Ah...Zhe..."

Wang Lan who was closest to him was slightly relieved.

"Sure enough, it's not an attack-type ability!" Wang Lan snorted, shook his hands, completely ignited his upper body, and shouted: "What a cowardly commander! What's the use of having a loud voice? Or run away if you can't beat him! Come here if you can! Tell me which of you Feng Han is my opponent??!"

Sang Menda, who was standing in the stairwell on the tenth floor, shouted at Feng Han and the two of them: "You can do it! Feng Pu! Han Yaling! Give them Kangkang and let's drop strength!"

The short man Feng Pu asked: "Didn't you say a dozen people?"

Sang Menda replied: "Oh! Don't bother with those inside the house, just sprinkle these few on the outside!"

"Okay..." Feng Pu pushed his sunglasses. He was wearing a short suit, and he looked like he was playing the role of a gangster family drama with Mu's mother.

Wang Lan's eyebrows frowned, her gestures changed, and pinches of sparks mixed with the wind and smashed towards Feng Pu——

Shooting star trend!
The corner of Feng Pu's mouth twisted, and he immediately compared his hand to a pistol and shot the air——

Boo, boo, boo...

After three seconds.

The "pistol muzzle" was brought to Feng Pu's mouth, he let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Huh... a child's trick."

... Every air bullet of his hit the spark fired by Wang Lan, without exception.

Wang Lan took a half step back in surprise and asked, "Air power?!"

Feng Pu pushed his sunglasses again, and asked back, "Guess?"

The scorching heat of the battle seemed to ignite the air, and more and more eyes penetrated the barbed wire and red mist into the tenth-floor balcony.

"He, they have people with air abilities!" Zhao Tietie shouted while holding his head in 10A: "I rely on it!! I rely on it!!! What should I do now?!"

Mu Chang quickly said, "Calm down, don't panic."

Outside the house, Chen Yiping and Mu's mother also became anxious. They walked to Chen Shui's side with all their strength, and whispered: "It's the air power!!!"

Chen Shui, like Mu Chang, looked calm. He shook his head and didn't say anything, but the movements of his hands speeded up silently.

He was concentrating on looking at the painting, Chen Yiping and Mu Ma were also concentrating on him, no one paid attention to Han Yaling who was ten meters away from the supplies collection team who hadn't made a move yet...

Sang Menda stood outside the door and blew out a smoke ring, and asked Han Yaling, "Why don't you make a move? If you don't make a move, just stand up and blow it. It's very windy inside, wait until it blows your hair into a mess!"

"They have a Creator."

Han Yaling's dark pupils reflected on her thick lenses, she said:

"That painting cannot be completed."

She crouched down.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Sangmenda immediately came to her side, and shouted in a small voice: "Are you going to lift the floor?! Are you going to lift it?! Listen to me, I will Do something..."

He immediately leaned over to Han Yaling's ear and said something.

Han Yaling raised her eyebrows and asked, "Is that all right?"

Sang Menda got up and walked back to the stairwell: "Heaps! It's just a folded sample! Don't ask other questions! Quick, quick!"

On the balcony on the tenth floor, the battle between Feng Pu and Wang Lan was still going on. Wang Lan was about to make a move when she saw Han Yaling walking up to Feng Pu's ear and saying something.

Feng Pu listened for a while, nodded and said in a low voice, "Understood."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked directly at Wang Lan, and asked, "Hey! The one who uses fire! Do you want to make another move? If you don't, it's my turn!"

He immediately put on a posture without giving Wang Lan a chance to react.

In 10A, Zhao Tietie's eyes suddenly widened—before he had time to say anything, the door of 10A was suddenly recessed into several holes.

Mu Chang frowned.

Within two seconds, Mu Xiangrong's scream came from outside the door again.

Mu Xiangrong: "Ahhhhhhh!!!"

"Mu Xiangrong!!!" Mu Chang immediately pushed Zhao Tietie away from the door, and leaned over the cat's eye to look.

The big balcony on the tenth floor of Building A of Future Apartment.

The tiles on the floor of the large balcony turned into noodles...

To be precise, except for the ground under the feet of An Zi, Ru Ping, Feng Pu, and Han Yaling, the rest of the ground has turned into noodles that are soft and fall over when stepped on.

The short man Feng Pu and the woman Han Yaling are both supernatural beings.

The short man Feng Pu has an air ability, and the woman Han Yaling doesn't know what the ability is but can turn hard tile floors into noodles.

Uncle Zhu, who was fighting with Ru Ping, was fatally injured by the sudden change of the floor.

He was fighting Ru Ping with a belly knife, because the ground suddenly turned into noodles, he lost his balance and fell forward, directly hitting the knife...

He fell to the ground with a scream, and his punctured lower abdomen immediately burst out with blood.

Ru Ping frowned. The enemy who was originally on par with her in the [-]-[-] fight lost directly to her because of his teammates' abilities.

This is an ignominious victory.

But it doesn't matter.

That's what supernatural team battles are all about.

Ru Ping put away her knife and walked back to Han Yaling. Han Yaling was squatting on the ground. Her hands trembled when they touched the ground, and then a tiny wave swayed along the tendons of her arms onto the noodle floor. ...

Then he sneaked along the noodle floor to Chen Shui's side...

Chen Shui felt his eyes go blank, and the painstakingly painstaking painting was torn away by the floor tiles without warning—it was torn in half.

All the strokes he just drew, all the mental energy he put in, fell short at this moment.

Those two things happened very, very fast.

The destruction of the painting happened at the same time as Uncle Zhu fell to the ground.

Uncle Zhu: "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

Chen Shui: "What's going on?!!!"

At the same time, Fire Queen Lan also let out an injured voice: "Well... sure enough... it's the air power!"

Feng Puzheng is nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice, but his joyful movements are not funny at this time, because every nod of his nod will release air waves, just like flicking his forehead.

The sparks on Wang Lan's hair had been half blown away by him.

Wang Lan gritted her teeth and wanted to fight back, but she couldn't make a supernatural move at all.

Feng Pu's air wave frequency is extremely high, not only attacking her head, but also attacking her hands and feet, attacking her whole body...

Wang Lan was directly pushed back behind Chen Shui's easel.

On the battlefield on the tenth floor balcony of Building A of the Future Apartment: Chen Yiping was trying to suppress An Zi, who had a dislocated arm under him; Uncle Zhu fell to the ground in pain to stop his bleeding; Shui looked at the torn painting on the ground in silence.

The wind summoned by Mu Xiangrong became the background board.

Round 2- Ability defense battle, the survival team on the [-]th floor of building A of the future apartment & the team of building B were basically completely defeated.

However, the attack of the receiving team has not stopped.

In almost an instant, Han Yaling buried a wave of tendons again, and the wave sneaked along the noodle floor to Mu Xiangrong's back, and then rose violently...

Mu Xiangrong: "Ahhhhhhh!!!"

He flew.

He just flew right in front of Han Yaling.

Fortunately, he landed on his face, was not injured, and was firmly caught by the noodle floor.

Since then, the ability team battle has finally come to an end.

Round2-The ability defense battle, the survival team on the tenth floor of Building A of Future Apartment & the team of Building B were completely defeated, completely defeated.

Mu's mother yelled and ran over: "Arong!"

Han Yaling immediately cast a wall of noodles half a person's height, and shouted back: "Don't come over!"

Mu's mother anxiously wanted to climb over the noodle wall, but Chen Shui grabbed her clothes behind her.

Chen Shui didn't speak, but Mu's mother was about to cry: "Let go, Shui! Ah Rong was taken away by them!! Xiangrong! My son! Shui!!! Call Shangshang out!!! Save him , Save him!!! Don't let Xiang Rong get hurt..."

... She passed out after saying this.

The dizziness was so sudden that Chen Shui almost missed it.

There were shouts one after another from the balcony on the tenth floor:
"Aunt!"

"Aunt Chen!"

"Aunt!"

"mom!!"

"mom!!!"

Chen Shui, Chen Yiping, Zhao Tietie, Mu Xiangrong, and Mu Chang spoke at the same time.

The door of 10A was slammed open by Mu Chang, and she ran to Chen Shui to pick up Mu's mother.

She grabbed Mu's mother's pulse, and a few seconds later she shouted: "Zhao Tietie! Take my mother to the house to rest!"

"Yes!!!"

The furrows on her brows remained undiminished, she looked at Sang Menda and his party with murderous eyes, and said through gritted teeth: "You guys, what exactly do you want to do?!"