My Weirdo Beautiful CEO

The strong man seemed to feel it naturally. At this time, all eyes fell on him.

However, he seemed to ignore all the existence around him. He continued to step forward without delay. It seemed that every step he took was equally firm and resolute.

At least all the strong people near and far did not see the slightest tension, fear and fear on the strong man's face.

Less than a few minutes passed.

At this time, Lin Ming was closer to the entrance.

As if naturally, with the appearance of a scene, it makes all these strong people involuntarily show the appearance that they almost lost their chin.

It seems that Lin Ming is still safe and sound. Although he is in the defensive divine array, he still looks like nothing happened, and he has not been attacked by the defensive divine array.

"This, this is just..."

"No, it's just against the sky..."

"Can't this boy really get into the God ruins..."

Seeing such a situation, it immediately seems subconscious, and many strong people begin to shake their firm views before. Of course, there are too few strong people who shake their ideas, only a few dozen.

The vast majority of the strong, of course, still believe that Lin Ming can not really enter the God site.

"Step by step, you can enter the God site? You're kidding. "

"Wait and see, as long as this boy dares to really step into the God site, he will be bombarded into dregs by the defensive God array immediately..."

"Look at the strong man."

At this time, a voice full of amazement and surprise rang out, which naturally attracted all the eyes that fell on Lin Ming.

"What, this, what's going on?"

Everyone said, "I can't wait. I'm a dead man. I'd better fight for another one..."

When a few minutes later, there is a strong can not bear, can not bear to wait for the suffering of death, a roar in the mouth.

"That's right. Anyway, it's a death. If you wait to die like this, it's better to fight..."

"Just now, tens of thousands of strong men joined hands, and cracks appeared on the light curtain. If hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, even millions, tens of millions of strong men joined hands to attack..."

"I don't believe that when the number of the strong reaches the level of tens of millions, I can't break the so-called light curtain."

"It can't be broken."

At last, all the strong men are ready to fight. They really want to try together. Suddenly, a familiar voice rings out. Subconsciously, all the strong men's bodies are suddenly stunned.