Douluo, please call me the dean

Wushu: Yunxiu stick

Soul power is: forty-four levels

Threat Level: R

"The extent of the threat of the R-level, actually in the last time, Ding Sanshi is also strong."

In the heart of Wang Jian, the last time he was repaired by Triple Stone, Ding Sanshi's threat to him was just n-level, but his repair than Peng Ming high-level, Peng Ming's threat was reversed To be much higher!

Peng Ming has slowly walked over, and he was cold and cold, and he said: "Come on."

After that, he walked straight to the playground position of the college.

Wang Jian laughed, followed by, he was almost lost, otherwise he had already built the soul of the soul, which would be fighting every time.

Just unfortunately, it is estimated that it is refurbished.

......

"Fast, look! Some people want to be with the dean!"

"Really?"

"Where? Where?"

"..."

A excited voice made the whole dormitory, and a small head explored from the railings on the second floor of the dormitory, and excitedly looked at the playground.

Wang Jian is not angry, smiled and shouts: "Everyone is optimistic, today demonstrates how the soul is fighting."

Standing on the opposite of Wang Jian hiked, the angle of the mouth was smoked, and the eyes of Wang Jian changed.

This kid ... is you look down on!

"call!"

Peng Ming's right hand, with a shot, the cloud rose stick appeared in his hand.

The stick is about 7 feet, which seems to be made of white jade, with fine threads, like a layer of rolling white clouds.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple,

"Peng Ming, Wuhun Yunxi stick, forty-four" battle soul! Wang Dean, please advise! "

Wang Jian nodded, and then headed towards a group of small brain tags in the dormitory: "I didn't, this is the process of normal discussion, and I started to report my martial arts and repair, this is etiquette!"

"But I have to pay attention, if you meet the life and death war, dare to do this is stupid, understand?"

"understood!"

The small heads upstairs have an exciting response.

Wang Jianwen smiled silently, then the countdown appeared in his book, I saw him holding a tape, the long clothes, the inexplicable momentum is like the immortal dust.

"Wang Jian, Wushu countdown, forty-seven-level war soul! Please advise."

"47th level?"

Peng Mingyi, the next consciousness.

"Yes, forty-seventh, the monuper, please."

The four-circle soul ring slowly emerged from Wang Jian's foot, and Ying white colors made Peng Ming.

No, this kid has a weird!

See how popular Peng Ming is in the heart, this is the monster who comes out, don't say that the wonderful soul ring match, say this is ... this Wang Jian seems to be big, how to practice So fast?

"Is the daughter still don't do it? I have no chance if you are."

See Peng Ming's face warning is late, Wang Jian said helplessly, if you don't move, how do I still put it?

Based on countless bridges, the first shot will generally fail, and it will also reduce much.

"call!"

There is no sign, Peng Ming shot!

White jade is like a white dragon, straight to Wang Jian chest.

His eyes stared at Wang Jian, slightly Fengfeng's film exhibition came out of the same agility, so like ... I felt it?

Wang Jian did not slowly lift the tap, it seems to be very slow, but accurately hit the side of the cloud ripple and changed its direction.

"Dealing with this long weapon, you need to avoid it hard to hard, when the enemy stabs, the best way is to change its attack direction, then ... close to the soul!"

The voice falls, Wang Jianyou hides the attack of the cloud ripple, and then holds the tap to take the rush to Peng Ming's cheeks.

Peng Ming's face is as usual, quickly picks back to the cloud ripple, then turn around to kick Wang Jian's wrist.

Wang Jian offensive, avoiding this rapidly playing.

And Peng Ming is reasonable, and the cloud rose rushed again, and the top and down, at the same time, the third soul ring on his body suddenly shiny.

"Third Soul Technology - Yun!"

The rolling pressure suddenly comes, the falling cloud sticks differentiates the densely numb sticks, layered white jade sticks like a group of white clouds.

"Good one is a cloud!"

Wang Jianlan smiled, the second soul skill on his body also lit up, and the quilted white Guanghua was covered.

"Second Soul Skill: Longitudinal!"

The hand lifted, and Ying white matters suddenly leap out, it seems like a flying, and it hits the clouds.

"boom!"

The huge sound sounded over the sky in Job, and several people in the cultivation room opened their eyes.

"What happened?" Shen Xin was shocked and asked.

"There is a soul fluctuation! It should be someone fight!"

Dai Mu's eyes flashed a light, and quickly got up to go to the window, others rushed up.

Come to the window, really found two figure on the playground, Peng Fan is a glimpse, the next consciousness: "Old?"

"Ok?"

Dai Mu's looks at Peng Fan, asked: "What is your father?"

"Ok!"

Peng Fan nodded and stared at the battlefield. At this moment, the two of the air waves opened again into a group.

Peng Fan knew that Peng Ming failed to come to him, he was tight, loudly: "Dean! You must defeat him!"

Peng Ming, who is fighting, hesitorously smoke, and suddenly squats: "You have a stinky boy outside! Give me waiting!"

Chapter 39 Extraordinary Reward

In the face of Peng Ming, where the air-ruined Peng Ming, Peng Fan did not move, and even smashed his mouth, then continued to be called, constantly degrading his old man, and advocated Wang Jian.

"I am not very embarrassed to hear it."

Wang Jian heard himself a bit blush, no one thousand generations, a river and lakes, do not know where this stinky kid is learning the lines.

And Peng Ming was heard, all came up, and his eyes glared in Peng Fan. The murderous appearance still made Peng Mingjun, but he called more in the next second.

"You have a good thing! You come up!"

(PS: Wipe, I feel this voice effect.)

Peng Ming's eyes are like a bronze bell, and even the shoulders are angry.

A good kid, it's really a big thing.

I don't know, Peng Ming's offensive has become a lot of rapid, and the fire is a little bit shocked. This is full of anger.

"drink!"

The cloud ripple has a heavy pressure. When the Wang Jian's face is straight, the speed is faster than before, and this may have an anger.

However, there is still an old edge of this Wang Jian.

"Dealing with long weapons, the natural we need is to avoid weaknesses, when you don't have absolute strength to deal with, avoiding and its positive contact is the most correct way."

Wang Jian gently sideways, if the shocking is generally swearing, continue to explain to the college next to watch.

Subsequently, the tap in his hands was rally, and the quilted rings of Ying white soul were fell to Peng Ming's waist! quasi! ruthless! There is no hesitation! It seems that the cloud is generally smooth.

Good reaction!

Peng Ming's eyebrows, Wang Jian's combat experience seems to be rich in many things, the clouds and sticks waved back immediately, and they will return it to the waist.

"when!"

The two collided, even if they were like the rock collision, and then the thick power was like a tide.

Peng Ming's hand fell, almost did not hold the cloud rusade in the hands, all the arms were trembled!

"Good terrorist power!"

Peng Ming pupiren, the eyes were tightly locked in the fight in Wang Jian's hand, and there was a little in the eyes. What kind of martial arts can this be a heavy power?

The tissue itself is very thin, even very fragile, but it is much weighing, but there is nothing to crush, and there is nothing to resist.

"Painting the floor!"

At this time, Wang Jianxui captured Peng Ming's moment, the fourth soul skills suddenly formed, and a aperture was quickly formed on the ground of Peng Ming, and then a side of the light curtain will imprison the Peng Ming.

Peng Ming returned to God, and vigilant looked at the sights around, and suddenly thought of the day of guard.

This is the strange soul!

He tried to break through the soul, but he was against the invisible light screen, as if everything in the aperture could not escape.

And let him be badly his martial arts can't open in this narrow place!

"!"

At this time, Wang Jian's countdown has taken his chest.

Peng Ming's face was slightly changed, and the fourth soul ring under the feet suddenly lit up. There were a layer of unreal sticks around his body, which was firmly surrounded by him.

The ring is on the top, as if I met a wall, and then bounced away.

Wang Jian was shocked by the power of the earthquake. He looked up at the stick of Peng Ming, and his face flashed a surprise color.

I didn't expect to have such a defensive soul skill. If you don't guess the wrong, it should be taken from the bamboo or a plant soul beast, and only this will have a similar barrier protection.

In the next second, the countdown disappeared in the hands of Wang Jian, he smiled and looked at Peng Ming, said: "The Diarian adult, if you don't think about it, is it?"

Just at this moment, Peng Ming's light curtain has disappeared. He silently said that he said like a sigh: "It's a hero who has a young man. The prince is less than the year, it is sufficiency, admire."

Peng Ming sighed, and Wang Jian said that if he gave him steps, if you continue to fight, the failed 80% is still him.

Not only because of the gap between soul, but also because of the relationship between soul skills.

It is already used in the two millennium soul skills now, and Wang Jian's third soul skill is still not used, although I don't know what Wang Jian's soul ring is going.

But the third soul skills and the previous two soul skills have a big gap, because in general, the third soul skill will be the Millennium Soul Technology, Wang Jian's third soul skill will be better than he used in the second soul technology weak.

Therefore, even if he still has two hundred years of soul skills, there is no good thing after the war, so it is not as good as Liso.

And the fact is true, if it is the third soul skill in just now Wang Jian, Peng Ming has failed, because Wang Jian's third soul skill is ignoring the defense and level, although the damage is poor, Injury is true harm, once falls, Peng Ming will not be good.

"Haha, the monuad is polite."

Wang Jian arch, laugh, haha, look at Peng Ming, then his eyes slightly, and the eyes flashed a light, it looked like a savvy city.

This is an aristocracy, is a big golden store, if you can pull a sponsorship from him, it is not a beautiful.

After all, it is only a lot of pockets of Peng Fan. This big fortune is just a huge amount.

Although the Tianxing Soul College is now not quite lack of funds, it is also relatively, if you want to improve, there is still a long way to go, various facilities are essential.

This is, for example ... the soul field!

Wang Jian is distressed, looking at the playground at the foot, and being smashed and pitted. If you don't pick up a little money from Peng Ming, how to get this playground!

At the same time, the system's prompt tone has also arrived.

"Hey! Congratulations to host the task!"