Juvenile Medical God - Chapter 843

Qin Lang did not know how high the realm of old poisons was, but he believed that the elders of a tenth temple in Luomen could not compare with the old poisons. Sure enough, the old poison was only used to force the pressure, and this Wang Haojia was shocked. Then, the old poison slowly came out and sneered at Wang Zhijia: "It’s really a dog can’t change it. Wang Biao, ten years ago, Laozi abolished your sinister evil. Do you know why?”

Seeing the old poison, this geek is like a nemesis. He does not hesitate to kneel down. Even a little rebellious heart does not dare to say it. "The predecessor is a justice knight, and I am abolishing me." Evil, this is for me, I have no complaints about my predecessors."

"I wipe! The old poison is really prestige!" Qin Lang thought in his heart, don't look at this Wang Biaojia like two hundred and five, even the tenth temple of Luomen, the head of Luo Badao, he can not, but in front of the old poison but but with A dog like. Old poison, this time there is a sentimental sect.

"Justice Knight? Wang Biao, you really will blink and talk." The old poison snorted, "To tell you the truth, the reason why I abolish your sinister evil is because this practice is broken." Li, after practicing the five or six layers of fire, it is necessary to dissipate the skill, use the sullen gas to torment your body, and then practice the cultivation, so that you can practice the evil spirits to the extreme. You can't bear to be self-destructive, Laozi Can't be sorry. Wang Biaojia, Laozi said yes?"

"The old predecessors look like a torch, see a lot of knowledge, and see the autumn, of course, it is correct." Wang Yujia said, "Thank you for the old predecessors to point to perfection, my Wang Jiajia can have today's achievements, all thanks to the seniors."

"Since it is thanks to me, it will be used for me." The old poison said faintly. "If I didn't see you and used a little bit of value, I would have pinched you!"

"Yes...Yes." Wang Bingjia actually began to pop out of water, this is sweat, or cold sweat. Obviously, the pressure of the old poison to Wang Jiajia is too strong.

"Would you like to use it for me? Life is a slave?" The old poison shouted to Wang Haojia.

"Life is a slave..." Wang Yan muttered in his mouth. He suffered for ten years in the depths of the Black Tooth Reservoir. Every day, he suffered from the suffocating suffocation. He could only rely on human blood to reduce the gloom. The suffering caused to the body, nowadays, it is hard to practice the yin and evil spirits to the point of Dacheng. It is hoped that this side can be used to dominate the party and to be free and easy, and how to be willing to be a slave. However, the old poison is too strong, so powerful that Wang Jiajia did not even have a little rebellious mind.

But even if you can't resist, can you always escape?

Wang Hao’s legs slammed on the ground, and the whole man bounced back like a cannonball, ready to escape. The old poison snorted and seemed to have known that Wang Hao had the idea of ​​running away and kicked out without hesitation.

The old poison kicked very slowly, and Qin Lang saw it clearly. It was a very different contrast with Wang Biaojia’s rapid retreat, but the strange thing was that Wang Hao did not avoid the “slow” foot of the old poison, only heard "砰", Qin Lang saw the chest of the old poisonous scorpion in the middle of the armor of the armor, and then saw Wang Bingjia spurt a blood, the whole person fell heavily on the ground, the knees will smash the floor tiles.

What kind of body suffocating is as fragile as glass ceramic under the foot of old poison.

Wang Haojia vomited blood and smashed the ground. It seems that there is no thought and strength to escape. The old poison paid the price of a shoe under his feet. He looked at the bare ankle and sighed with a sigh. : "Hey, Kung Fu is still not home! More than one percent of the skill, but unfortunately this shoe."

When I heard the old poison, Wang Hao had to spurt another blood.

When the old poison reached out, the king armor was caught in front of the air, and then several steel needles were pierced into the head of Wang Zhijia: "A decade ago, you were a good poison slave, and you have been stocking for ten years. Today, since you took the initiative. Send it to the door, then you don't have to go - kid, now you see no, what is the poisonous slave of Lao Tzu, what is your garbage slave?

"Oh...Yes, Master's old man is out of the way, and it's really different." Qin Lang smiled shamelessly and flattered.

As long as you can turn this king armor into a poisonous slave, it doesn't matter if you pat the old poison. This Wang Jiajia, the strength is extraordinary, Qin Lang has such a poison slave, can solve many problems.

"Do you want this poison slave?" The old poison seems to see Qin Lang's thoughts.

"Oh... Master really thinks like God."

"It's like a **** fart! This is called style, this is called layout." The old poison snorted and said in a tone of hate iron, "I want to take poisonous slaves, at least the realm of the above." I only like to be the poison slave of Laozi. Like you, some **** under the martial arts level, actually have you become a poison slave, it is a waste of locusts!"

"Yes, yes... Master, what is the realm of this Wang Biao?"

"The grounding environment is also called the earthly environment. After the Yuan dynasty, it is the condensed god, and then it is the grounding environment." The old poisonous road, "However, don't think that the grounding environment is only two levels higher than the Yuan dynasty, but the yuan The warriors in the dilemma are in front of the grounded warriors, just like playing with muddy children."

Qin Lang certainly knows that the old poison is not false, because he saw that Rosen, who had already violently, was killed by Wang Biaojia, so Yuan Zhen was in front of the grounding ground, and it was indeed a child playing with mud.

"Master, I will also move closer to your old man in the future. Those who are not under the Yuan dynasty are not qualified to be poisonous slaves!"

"Let's brag!" The old poison snorted. "The warriors of the Yuan dynasty are not much now. Do you think that there are so many masters that you can easily make poisonous slaves? Moreover, if you are too high, you don't It’s good to be refining by others. However, you have to learn to arrange the pieces, such as this Wang Jiajia, which is the piece I laid out ten years ago."

"This... old poison, I know you are powerful, but you will not brag will die? This Wang Jiajia is the chess piece you laid down ten years ago. Can you guarantee that he will be willing to be your poison slave after ten years? But it happens to happen. "But it." Qin Lang said, he felt that old poisons like to brag.

"Stupid!" The old poison slaps on the back of Qin Lang's head. "Since it is the piece you look at, of course, you have to make a mark. Things can be marked, and people can of course mark it. You think about it, Wang Haojia How did you find you?"

"Mental imprint?" Qin Lang suddenly remembered what Wang Biaojia had said before. Wang Bingjia's spiritual imprint can perceive the scope of a radius of ten miles, and he was unfortunately made a mark by Wang Biaojia.