Instruct Xiao Luo to add some fire to his long-handled plain knife, pure.

This happened to be Xiao Luo's strong point. Although Ling Yang had never taught him much about fire, it was not too difficult to control such a large water trap yesterday. How could it be more complicated to add fire to a knife?

It's very complicated. The difficult part is to make the barrier attach to the object without disappearing or weakening. The captain doesn't know it, and Xiao Luo doesn't realize it either.

So he perked up and started weaving in his head.

After waiting for a minute, he shook his head and jumped away.

Five minutes later, there was another pile of corpses numbered ten in front of Xiao Luo.

He couldn't help but secretly sigh in his heart, the base shouldn't recruit any barrier masters or find him as the eternal day host. What the base needs, shouldn't it be a humanoid fighter like the captain?

They met up with Wu Daqing not far ahead. This big brother had just cooperated with all the members of the Storm Falls team to kill the number ten who almost entered the school.

Two female team members were injured, and Wu Daqing also had a bleeding wound on his arm. He walked over with one of the Baoba team members supported by one hand. If Ling Yang or Lu Xiao were present, they would definitely praise him for his good fortune.

"Help me." Wu Daqing sent Yang Yibei to the other side.

He was already a arrogant guy, not to mention that the person in front of him who wanted to help him was bleeding, sweating, and smelling of perfume. Yang Yibei watched as the captain turned sideways with no expression on his face and passed by her very naturally.

Xiao Luo followed behind, but obviously he couldn't be as calm and clear as the former. The eighteen-year-old boy couldn't help but glance at him sideways. The hole on Yang Yibei's neck was quite conspicuous and he couldn't ignore it. Xiao Luo could only

Able to stop and lend a hand to help.

Lu Ruoxuan was 1.6 meters tall, but Wu Daqing's hands made him look 1.4 meters tall. It's not to blame that Xiao Ji thought he was 1.5 meters tall. It was an extra ten centimeters.

Xiao Luo grabbed Yang Yibei's arm and lifted the person up directly. He had never helped the person, so naturally he couldn't figure it out. He wanted to imitate Wu Daqing's posture, but found that he couldn't do it at all. Unlike Lu Ruoxuan, who was like a bird,

Yang Yibei is about 1.7 meters tall, not much different from Xiao Luo.

"No, thank you... My legs and feet are fine, I can walk on my own." Yang Yibei saw the boy's embarrassment and stood up on his own.

"Lu Xiao and the other team members went to chase new species, Ling Dan and Ah Qi and the others were together." Wu Daqing's face was covered in sweat, and he was panting after speaking.

With a raised chin, Yang Yibei took over his captain and asked Wu Daqing and Xiao Luo to leave.

"You bad old man, why are you so bad!" In the alley, Ling Yang was pointing upstairs and yelling.

Of course number ten had already burped and died a very tragic death.

The uncle, whose hair had been blown into a Saiyan look, looked embarrassed. He looked at Jiang Pao, and without a follow-up apology, he retreated and closed the window again.

Because they were blocked by number ten just now, Ling Yang and Qi Cheng didn't see clearly what happened at first. Now when they looked at the ground, they realized what was going on.

The uncle upstairs probably wanted to be a hero and threw a sword out, but when the wind was howling around, the sword lost its direction in a moment and hit Jiang Po.

This was originally just a prop sword for square dancing. It had not yet been sharpened, but when it was carried by the strong wind, it invisibly increased its power.

"Ah ah ah ah, let me go up there and I will retaliate with an eye for an eye!" Ling Yang jumped off the ground with his feet twice, but his body was forced to be held by Jiang, unable to grab the uncle upstairs to retaliate.

"How can you slap me in the face!" She angrily kicked the number ten.

Jiang forced to let go of her and rubbed his cracked left eye.

The flying sword first bumped into Jiang Pao's waist, then the wind turned and flew upwards, just as the tip of the sword hit Jiang Pao's eyes.

"The new breed has gone to the forest village, and the base branch has sent a special team to follow. All the number ten here have been killed." Qi Cheng told everyone the news he got from the earphones, and raised his hand to wave to the three of them.

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He raised his eyebrows, thinking that Wu Daqing would be fine if he failed, but he didn't believe that Jiang Xiu could be injured even if he beat the number ten, so he turned his head and looked at Ling Yang, thinking that this trouble might have hindered his performance.

"It's none of my business, it's the old man upstairs!" Ling Yang raised his head and doubled the age of his forty-one-flowered uncle.

"Do your business. Come back after you finish your business." Qi Cheng had already opened the barrier leading to the forest village, and Wu Daqing was the first to run in.

Ling Yang followed the team and left with great dissatisfaction. The injury to Jiang Xiang she imagined was a physical injury, not including his face. Jiang Shaoxia's face was worth eight hundred and sixty-one dollars. This old man's behavior was so inappropriate.

Is it just to make money?

I'm going to kill him!

"I'm fine." Jiang Xiu and Ling Yang walked at the end. Since there were no outsiders, Qi Cheng's barrier was opened at the door of Wu Daqing's house.

"Is everything okay? Is everything okay?" Ling Yang greeted the uncle several times from a distance, "My appearance is broken!"

Jiang Po smiled and said, "Just don't dislike it."

"But I dislike it!" Ling Yang answered frankly.

Jiang Xi's eyes currently have no other symptoms except cracking on the outside and congestion on the inside. But judging from Ling Yang's experience, soon the area will swell, turn red and purple, and then turn from green to black.

Jiang Xiu's eyes, to put it in the most cliché way of expression, are the harbor of Ling Yang's soul. The dock has been bombarded, can you not be anxious?

"Can I throw a thunderball into someone's house?" She began to think about how to retaliate.

"Forget it, there's no malice." Jiang Fu was indeed a little annoyed at first, so the death of number 10 was a bit exaggerated. But now that he has calmed down, he naturally won't care about it.

"There is no malice? According to what you said, half of the prisoners in Xia Kingdom can be released. There is no malice yet. Let's just grant amnesty to the world. Who has any malice? It's just a bad mind and impulsiveness, right?"

Once Ling Yang's mood gets high, small things can become serious, not to mention Jiang Po's appearance is a big deal for her.

"If you care so much, I will suspect that you like my face." Jiang Po could only joke.

"Yeah, why not? You're good-looking." Ling Yang honestly confessed his superficiality. Everyone has a love for beauty and there is no shame in it.

"Do you only like the face?" Because his eyes were injured, Jiang Pao felt pain when he frowned.

"I like them all, but I probably like the face the most." Ling Yang answered directly without thinking.

Jiang Pao couldn't make an exaggerated expression on his face, but he was quite broken inside.

"This new variety is a bit weak." Wu Daqing came out of the room and asked everyone to sit down.

"Why? Is it because there are still five S-level heads? Yong Zhou is unable to do what he wants?" Ling Yang made a hypothesis.

But didn't she just say that the more powerful the source, the higher the energy, and the more advanced the things that come out are?
Chapter completed!