Female CEO's Master

As the five figures approached, the surrounding atmosphere became more and more dignified, and the air seemed to be much thicker.

"Did you throw the blood fruit?"

"What kind of blood fruit, is it red and animal like? It's not called blood fruit, but spirit animal fruit. It's the beloved thing of ancient dragons and apes..."

After listening to Chu Jiang's explanation, jongg and others' faces were getting darker and darker, and their eyes were almost on fire. If it weren't for the bloody fruit, how could Yamamoto's breath be left? How could Takeda Zong be seriously injured, including Fantian and him. The other 11 players, who had no time to dodge in the energy wave, were also injured to varying degrees.

This level of injury can be described as a total collapse.

The fifteen people who used to be lively are now almost ignored except for jonesgue and fan Tian. At this moment, hatred is almost different!

"Hey, where's my blood fruit? Did I accidentally drop it when I passed here just now?" Chu Jiang pretended to look for it, "yes, it should have fallen here. Did you pick it up? If you picked it up, you should return it to others. International friends must have the spirit of finding money..."

Damn it, it's not lost. It's your sister!

Fan Tian was almost spitting blood, but jonesgue showed a faint smile.

"Bell!"

At this time, the wind chime on jonesgue's body rang, so his eyebrows jumped, because this was a sign that a congenital warrior was close to him. When a congenital warrior was close, the bell on his body would ring once, and when two congenital warriors were close, the bell on his body would ring twice.

When his eyebrows jumped, a young figure quietly stood beside Chu Jiang.

"Samba's son sang Mu has met Mr. Wang Jue. Long live Mr. Wang Jue. According to Queen ina's instructions, I will be your bodyguard in the next few days." The boy bowed respectfully.

What happened?

Mr. Wang Jue?

This is not, it's not just jongg. Even huangfutong and them were stunned. When did Chu Jiang become the Lord of samba. It is said that in samba, the king is a noble below one person and above ten thousand people.

"Oh, are you sammu? Good, good appearance. As expected, heroes come out of youth!" According to Huang Futong's information, a 14-year-old boy named sang Mu from the samba national detachment is a congenital warrior. Seeing this boy appear at this moment, he certainly understood that this was the arrangement of Queen ina.

Chu Jiang ignored the shock of the crowd and looked at sang mu with an appreciative face.

"Are you also a congenital warrior?" Jonesgue was really shocked. The official data said that sang Mu was only a 14-year-old boy, but from the perspective of jonesgue, an inborn child can only prove that this inborn child must have lived a long time.

Because the longer you live, the younger you will become. Of course, this is just a general situation. It is also possible for some people to look older as they live longer, because congenital is still an unsolved mystery, and many things about congenital are still unsolvable by science.

"Why, don't you believe it?" Sang Mu grinned, showing his snow-white teeth, and then grabbed it casually, and a mass of natural force immediately appeared in his hand, becoming stronger and stronger, as if he was going to hit it at any time.

"Even if it's congenital, what can it be?" Jonesgue took a deep breath, stared at sang Mu and sneered, "don't you feel ashamed of being a bodyguard who was born to be someone else?"

"Don't you feel more ashamed to be a saint and become a thug who takes money?" Chu Jiang asked in reply. Before that jongg could retort, he continued word by word, "According to the information I have, Sangmu has always been a soldier of samba. As for you, you took money temporarily, and then forged the identity of a soldier through the American official. In the final analysis, you are just a thug taking money. It is said that you should avoid the world by nature. As a pioneer, you not only don't avoid the world, but also become a tool of others for a little money. It's really sad!"

"Sad? Hahaha, only losers in this world are sad. Whether it's the day after tomorrow or congenital, I have to live. What's sad about my occasional becoming a thug!" Jonesgue's eyes became more gloomy and slowly said.

"How shameful is sang mu? It's natural for him to be a soldier of samba to protect the king of samba. From the personal level, it's an obligation, and from the national level, it's a noble." Chu Jiang said tit for tat.

"No matter what you say today, no matter how many people help you, your SZ detachment, I must abuse until you completely quit the game!" Jonesgue's arms, using the force of nature around him, immediately rose slowly, looking ready to take action at any time.

According to the international competition rules, only if you send a signal of abstention, there will be a helicopter to take you away immediately. This is the last line of defense set by the Organizing Committee for the safety of soldiers.

"Be careful, the saint of the United States is actually a congenital warrior, which seems to be better than the guy at the 101 hole of the killer city." As jongg's body turned into a rainbow, Chu Jiang reminded him.

"I see." Sang Mu nodded with a serious face and also skimmed towards jongg!

The two were not close, but their attacks had arrived.

Qiong SiGe raised his arms and waved fiercely. Chu Jiang could clearly see a circle of wave like things rippling out from Qiong SiGe's side. These were the Qi controlled by Qiong SiGe, and the wave instantly approached Sangmu.

Mulberry wood looked slightly cold, and his hands waved forward fiercely, and an invisible air wall appeared directly in front of mulberry wood.

With a bang, the waves collided with the air wall, and both burst in an instant.

Countless vigor overflowed and cut down an unknown number of branches and leaves, and the people around quietly retreated a few steps, including Chu River.

At this time, two inborn masters were already close.

Although Sangmu was young, he had more experience. He slapped fiercely at jonesgue's face, while his other hand had quietly touched the back of his waist. Jonesgue sneered. He could clearly feel the concentration of mulberry gas and the range of gas he could control. From these two points, he could easily judge the strength of mulberry.

At most, this person has been born for five or six years, and has not experienced Nirvana even once, which is quite different from his one yuan congenital warrior of Jones. Just like Mr. Di, he hasn't experienced Nirvana once since he became a congenital martial artist.

So Jones opened his mouth fiercely and took a deep breath, and his cheeks bulged fiercely.

Mulberry wood's face changed.

Jonesgue's breath actually sucked away more than half of the breath he had attached to his fist.

This Qi exists in heaven and earth, and it doesn't belong to anyone. Whoever has strong control over it will be able to use it more for whom.

Jongg has been a congenital warrior for many years. As a unary congenital warrior, his control of Qi is naturally stronger than that of Sang mu, so most of the Qi condensed by sang Mu will be instantly sucked away.

"Broken"

Jones gulped fiercely, and an air mass ejected from jonesgue's mouth.

This air mass with full power blasted toward mulberry wood.

Sangmu fist first met this air mass.

"Boom!" It sounded like spring thunder.