Urban God-level Selection System

"Humph! What can I do? It's not my turn to be like you.

After Miyamoto glanced at Zhang Wanlin, he swept directly to the three Bailin behind him.

"Three, here are only three of you who have the strength to fight for me, why not go together?"

Misaki Miyamoto looked at Lin Fengjing with a smile, but with a little contempt in his eyes?

Bai Jingxun's expression changed, and when he looked at the three divisions of Miyamoto, his eyes were full of killing intent: "Look at the three of us, you are afraid that you will die ugly after a while."

"is it?

I will wait and see. "

Miyamoto said that he tossed the demon sword in his hand and all the swords behind his back to his brother.

Immediately, he directly hooked his hands at the three of the white enshrined tribes, and said with a smile: "Three, let's go together! To show courtesy, I don't need weapons."

Miyamoto's move without using a sword made the faces of Bai and Lin worship changed greatly, and even the reticent Huang Family's offering showed an angry expression for the first time.

Insult, this is naked insult! "Zhang Wanlin, are you still off?"

Bai Fengfeng angered Zhang Wanlin who was standing in front of himself. "We are now going to shoot with real swords and real guns. We will hurt you by mistake, but no one will compensate you."

"Oh! You are really overstretched."

Zhang Wanlin shook his head, then nodded at Li Shuying next to him, "Go, let's give a seat to these four."

After talking, Zhang Wanlin turned and took Li Shuying down the stairs in a hurry, and then retreated to the side of Chu Zhen, before he stopped, and then started watching the show with his arms in his arms.

"Humph! This man is really shameless."

Huang Ming was disappointed in Zhang Wanlin's disdainful eyes, and he was indignant. "When Bai Baijing three of them defeats Miyamoto Sanji, I will definitely let them teach this Zhang Wanlin to be a man!"

Chen Zhen patted Huang Ming on the shoulder and comforted: "Brother Huang doesn't have to be angry. This kid is just a small person. It's not a worry. We only have time to clean up. It's better to do the right thing first."

"Um! What you said is."

Huang Ming nodded, and then shouted to the white worshiper on the stairs at the entrance of the villa, "Brother Bai, please three of you must stay in this Miyamoto, they must accept punishment."

"Relax, one Miyamoto, three divisions, no problem."

After finishing the white worship, he stepped up and walked towards the three divisions of Miyamoto. He swept the wind fiercely with a strong leg.

"A soft attack is not a concern."

Feeling the power of Bai's enshrined leg, Miyamoto Miji relaxed his face, and then suddenly lifted his right leg to sweep out a leg wind.

So the first strike of the doubles is to kick off the following attack! Although this white enshrine is known to dominate Tianquan, in fact, his greatest strength is leg work. According to legend, when he goes down with one leg, the masters of the same rank will basically be suppressed to death.

Unless the opponent can force Bai Xun to start, he will be passively attacked by Bai Xing's legs, in addition to being beaten.

It can be seen that its leg strength is strong! But today he is destined to kick the iron plate.

When the legs of the two hit each other, Bai Fengfeng only felt a sudden pain in his leg hitting his heart.

He hadn't reacted to it yet. Miyamoto Sanji's leg wind had already swept his leg work and kicked him in the abdomen.

"Brother Bai!"

Lin Fengfeng saw that Bai Fengfeng was threatened, immediately stretched his hand to the back and grabbed a short knife to get started, he directly entered the phantom and jumped to the side of Bai Fengfeng.

He directly cut across the leg wind kicked by Miyamoto Sansi, but unfortunately Miyamoto Sansi was faster, he kicked his general strength out of the white worshipped belly, and immediately closed his leg and followed a punch Smashed to worship Lin.

"Humph! When I don't exist?"

The Huang family enshrined that Miyamoto Miyamoto looked down on them three, and it was really abominable to dare to hit the white enshrine under the fierce sword of Lin enshrined.

"Tai Chi Palm."

The Huang family enshrined the yin and yang fish on foot, came on foot, and their palms came out together, seemingly soft, but the palms kept shooting, hitting the whole body of Miyamoto Sanji.

"Oh?

It turns out that you are the hidden master. "

When the Huang family enshrined the shot, there was finally a trace of seriousness in Miyamoto's eyes. He smiled and kicked the floor, moving his body backward, avoiding the power of the Huang family's enshrining palms.

At this moment, under the joint attack of the Huang Family Offering and the Forest Offering, the White Offering was barely rescued. However, the White Offering had just stabilized his body, and even a bright red spout out, and his breath was weak by three or four points.

"Cough, this person is so strong."

Bai Jingfeng looked at Miyamoto Sanji with a dreadful face, pointing at it and said, "You are definitely not a third-rank martial artist."

"Oh, according to your Chinese martial arts grading, I should be a Sipin martial artist."

When Miyamoto Sanji made this remark, everyone except Zhang Wanlin took a breath.

Mr. Wang hurriedly said to Zhang Wanlin: "Mr. Zhang, this person is a fourth-ranking martial artist. If you join the battle with Bai Jingfu now, there is a possibility that this battle will be reversed."

"If the three of them are defeated, you alone are afraid that they are not opponents. After all, he is the third son of Miyamoto Hanzo, and his strength is by no means comparable to that of ordinary Shipin martial artists."

Although Wang Lao had seen Zhang Wanlin alone to fight the four Sipin martial artists, but in his view, the strength of the three divisions of Miyamoto was definitely stronger than the sum of those four.

"Lao Wang, you are too serious, this guy is not afraid in front of Mr. Zhang."

Chu Zhen is now blindly confident in Zhang Wanlin.

"Chu Zhen, as a big man in the ancient city, how could you be blinded by such a child?"

Huang Ming looked at Chu Zhen sadly.

He had just heard the conversation between Chu Zhen and Wang Lao. He thought these two people were crazy. This third division of Miyamoto is a fourth grade martial artist! This old man with only second-rate martial arts said that Zhang Wanlin's joining could reverse the situation, and Chu Zhen was even more exaggerated. It felt that Zhang Wanlin was enough alone. Is this crazy?

"Huh! Let's fight harder, and this kid is still playing in front of you?"

It was not bad for Bai Jingfeng to be injured, and his righteousness was badly corrupted. He heard Chu Zhen and others say that he immediately hated Zhang Wanlin.

Bai Jingfeng turned around and pointed at Zhang Wanlin: "Boy, if you roll over for Lao Tzu, aren't you great?

Clean up Miyamoto Sanji! "

"Oh! I was going to take his life. The three of you have to play. What can I do?"

Zhang Wanlin's appearance that the white enshrined trio was busy with noisy matters further angered the Lin enshrined and the Huang family enshrined.

The Huang family enshrined and glared at Huang Lao with a somber face: "Mr. Huang Lao, is the VIP in your mouth like this?

Arrogant and arrogant, not ignoring the seniors, it is damn. "

Lin Fengfeng snorted and stared at Zhang Wanlin Dao unhappily: "Neither, then let him play, no one wants to die, Brother Bai, three of us, retreat!"