Martial Arts Peak

Stepping on the land of Luoxia mountain range, Luo Qingsong was very happy. He even felt wind under his feet, which was very fast.

He had to be happy. As the first one to be eliminated from Huben Wei training camp, Luo Qingsong did not dare to leave xuanjing at the beginning. It was really humiliating.

He was going to live in xuanjing for a few months and then go back to his hometown for some reasons, such as Huben Wei, but so on.

But unexpectedly, just as Luo Qingsong was enjoying himself in the Yihong courtyard of xuanjing, Li Daniao once again found him.

And said the matter of the hunting game, also let Luo Qingsong heart, once again lit up the light of hope.

"Hum, our more than 200 martial arts masters have captured 50 ordinary people from you. It's a waste of money. I've had a lot of bad luck all my life. Now I'm lucky for a while. This time, I'm going to enter Huben guard with my best performance."

Yes, Luo Qingsong is to prove himself this time!

He was determined to hit Guo gang in the face, so that he knew how wrong it was to be the first to eliminate himself.

To this end, Luo Qingsong refused several groups of people who wanted to find him to unite, and he was single-minded.

In his idea, Luo Qingsong, who is a great master of his own, how can he unite with others? This is not to divide his own credit.

He can't do that kind of thankless thing!

"Shua Shua!"

In this way, thinking of many thoughts in his heart, a rustling sound suddenly came from not far away. Luo Qingsong immediately became alert, and burst out to drink: "who!"

Not far away, Wu Aiguo's figure was obviously stunned. Then he looked back. Seeing Luo Qingsong, he showed a trace of panic on his expression, and then turned around and ran away!

If Luo Qingsong paid attention at the moment, he would surely find that Wu Aiguo was running in a strange direction, even if he did not want to take a long way, he would not step on a certain direction, which obviously did not conform to the style of desperate times.

But Luo Qingsong didn't have the time to think so much at the moment. Without any hesitation, he ran after him.

"Ha ha, little guy, if you don't get caught, in my Luo Qingsong's hands, no matter who you are, you should bow down and say..."

before Luo Qingsong finished a word, his voice suddenly stopped. He only felt a huge force coming from his feet and wrists, and then the whole person rose from the ground!

It's... Flying.

"I broke through to the realm of martial spirit?" Luo Qingsong thought: "but why is the head so dizzy? The person in front of me is also reversed? "

Looking down at his toes, Luo Qingsong finally understood all of them. He was trapped by the enemy, and his wrists were hanged, and the whole man was suspended on the tree.

Or the one with the big head down!

With the breeze blowing, Luo Qingsong can even feel himself swinging slightly, like a piece of dried bacon.

"Hello, but how dare you to deal with a strong martial arts master in his heyday, I will break free and kill you all!"

Luo Qingsong regained his own blood again, so he had to break the shackles on his feet to run his spiritual power.

But at this time, he saw in front of him, a wooden stick with the thickness of thigh, getting closer and closer to his forehead...

"bang!"

The dull sound spreads out very far, Luo Qingsong has not responded to come over how to return a responsibility, the whole person then falls into a coma.

He is indeed a strong martial arts master, but also a proud young man with extraordinary combat power.

But even so, I'm afraid of being a stick!