The System Takes Me to Practice

Noisy!

The right hand of the middle-aged monk was cut with a huge opening, a large amount of blood poured out, and severe pain came.

The pain was unbearable, and the middle-aged cultivator retreated subconsciously, trying to recover from the injury.

But as soon as he retreated, the thin monk quickly came.

"roll!"

The middle-aged monk couldn't help it anymore, his left hand was stained with the blood on his right hand, and he quickly pinched the tactics. Suddenly, two huge **** claws appeared out of thin air, and he slammed the thin monk.

"Little friend, what do you think."

The illusory old man appeared beside Yang Fan quietly, and the two leaned on the second-story railing, the old man's voice suddenly remembered.

"What do you think?"

Yang Fan asked knowingly.

The old man smiled, and he also knew that Yang Fan had deliberately pretended not to know.

"It's just two people who win and who lose?"

"Without thirty tricks, that middle-aged monk will definitely lose."

Yang Fan hesitated slightly, and finally said what he was thinking. At the same time, he also knew that this was the old man trying to test himself. As for the reason, who knows.

"Oh? How did you see it?"

The conversation between the two attracted everyone's attention. The two sisters Han Xue and Han Li cast curious eyes, how Yang Fan met the old man and aroused their interest.

"That middle-aged monk was affected by hatred. In the battle of life and death, there shouldn't be any emotions that affect the performance of his strength. Do you think what I said is wrong now?"

In order not to let his words affect the two fighting, Yang Fan could suppress his voice outside the formation.

The old man showed a satisfied expression.

"I really didn't expect that you, at such a low level, would actually have this kind of consciousness. I believe that if you give you the same training time, the path you can take will definitely be farther than them."

The old man didn't have the slightest intention to conceal it. The words of appreciation were sentence after sentence, and it suddenly became the target of everyone.

Yang Fan's face was a bit ugly. On the surface, the old man was complimenting himself, but in fact he was making himself the goal of everyone.

when!

The thin monk's scimitar slashed, but was caught by the huge scarlet claw, and the other one took this opportunity to grab it.

The **** claws were very fast, and the thin monk didn't notice it for a while, and was grabbed by the big hand. The powerful force made it look painful.

Hahaha...

The middle-aged monk laughed and moved his mind, controlling the **** claws to move to the front.

"You are finally in my hands."

The middle-aged monk stretched out his right hand. The cut on it had already healed. He patted the thin monk on the cheek. Although the strength was small, he felt very humiliated.

"You didn't expect it, if it weren't for you, I would almost die in the wolf's mouth. If you take it, you will die in pain. Or you can give up."

The middle-aged monk's provocative meaning is obvious, and he still uses the radical method. In fact, he is really worried that the thin monk is afraid and concedes defeat, so that he can't get revenge.

"Hehe, you should be the one who should admit defeat."

The skinny monk sneered, and secretly pinched a magic trick with his left hand. The shadow under the scarlet claw that was originally only a faint shadow suddenly changed color, but the eyes of the middle-aged monk kept paying attention to the skinny monk, the change of the scarlet claw. Did not care at all.

"How should I shoot?"

The middle-aged monk thought for a while, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes, first cut off all your hand and hamstrings, then abolish your dantian, and then break your hands and feet, so that you can only crawl and walk like a bastard, hahaha... ."

While speaking, the middle-aged cultivator still did not notice the more solid shadow under the blood-colored claws, and it had already begun to flood him.

"Really, but what I want to say is, it's over."

The thin monk yelled and burst out with all his strength, and the blood-colored claws couldn't control him at all. At least he was caught by the Scarlet Claws, only for the purpose of letting the middle-aged monk completely relax his vigilance and then use a special secret method.

At the moment when the thin monk broke away from the **** claws, the jet black shadow violently fused into the shadow of the middle-aged monk, and then seized control of the middle-aged monk's shadow, and then used his shadow to imprison the middle-aged. Monk.

The middle-aged monk looked horrified, he didn't expect that the situation would be reversed so quickly.

"You...how could it be, how did you do it, it's impossible!!!"

The middle-aged monk shouted, he was unwilling, struggling, and wanted to ask for control.

"I won't give you a chance to admit defeat, so go and die."

After finishing speaking, the thin monk swung the scimitar in his hand, with an unstoppable power.

The middle-aged monk's pupils tightened and felt bad. He wanted to shout the word admit defeat, but was shocked to find that he was actually controlled by the shadow and could not open his mouth. This meant that he could not say the word admit defeat, and he could not speak the word admit defeat. Yes, this is what the old man said himself.

"No! Let me go, I am willing to buy my life with all the magic weapons."

Seeing the machete getting closer, the middle-aged monk became frightened, and hurriedly spread the sound of his spiritual knowledge.

"Oh, kill you, you can still get all your magic weapons."

The thin monk sneered, the speed of the scimitar's flag skyrocketed.

Puff!

The big head of the middle-aged monk was chopped off, and he rolled on the ground a few times. His eyes were still open and his mouth opened, but he couldn't make any sound. Gradually, the middle-aged monk's eyelids gradually closed, and his body began to lose vitality. .

"It's over, why so fast."

Han Xue's eyes widened. Although she was a woman, she didn't feel uncomfortable seeing someone beheaded.

The skinny monk fumbled on the middle-aged monk's body, and finally got a few storage rings. The restrictions on them were broken with the death of its owner. Divine Sense penetrated into it, and the thin monk showed a braved smile.

"Then, get ready to start the third game."

Whizzing!

Two figures appeared on the ring, one was a strong monk who partnered with the thin monk, and the other represented Han Xue.

Han Xue held an open white umbrella, and when it landed, it was flying like a butterfly among the flowers, and the immortal descended.

"Come on, sister, don't let him get close."

Han Li could see that the strong monk in front of him was a physical training, and the biggest weakness of physical training was that he needed to be close to exert his full strength.

"I know my sister."

Han Xue spit out his fragrant tongue and put away the white umbrella.

"Go ahead, big man."

Han Xue's voice is very nice, and it is a kind of kind that can't bear to hurt people.

The strong monk smiled, showing his strong muscles, and his eyes looked at Han Xue with fiery desire.

"Little beauty, rest assured, I won't kill you, I just need..."

After the monk Zhuang finished speaking, his eyes were directed at Han Xue's straight chest.

"Shameless!"

Han Xuejiao yelled, pinched the magic formula, and a flame was released instantly and blasted past.