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  Ma Junhong, angry, said:

   "What can't stand me, I really don't understand what you ladies are thinking, break up, come again and me again, I will break up with you, otherwise, there is no way."

   While talking, Ma Junhong raised his hand and pulled the girl Cuihua.

   Poof!

   A sudden laughter suddenly caught Ma Junhong's attention.

   As soon as he turned his head, he saw Yang Ming clutching his stomach and smiled.

  Ma Junhong was young, and actually came to that girl, Yang Ming couldn't hold back.

   Ma Junhong's two eyebrows shrugged and shouted angrily:

   "What are you, dare to laugh at Lao Tzu?"

   "Hey!" Xiao Wu raised her arms akimbo for Yang Mingming and said: "Why are you so rude?"

   "What's the matter?" Ma Junhong looked arrogant and said, "I'm your old son, so I won't bite me!"

  Tang San's face sank: "Who are you Lao Tzu? Have the ability to say it again?"

   Ma Junhong's upper lip, the two mice must tremble slightly, sneer: "Whoever is busy, I am who I am!"

  No matter how good Tang San's temper is, he can't allow others to be so insulted. What's more, Ma Junhong not only insulted him alone, but also insulted Yang Ming and Xiao Wu.

   is bearable, which is unbearable!

Don't move like a mountain, move like a raging fire, Tang San moved, wrapped in Sheng Ji's anger, stepped on the ghost fan's footsteps, the figure swayed from side to side, people like the arrow of the string shot out, one foot towards the small The fat man kicked in the chest.

This foot looks like a foot, but it conceals the latter two changes. Tang San holds a hidden weapon in his hand. The blue silver grass martial arts soul is also ready to go, not to mention this foot is wrapped with a powerful force. Ordinary people may not be able to afford it.

   It's just that since the fat man is so arrogant, of course, he also has arrogant capital.

   Watching Tang Sanfei's hairy legs approaching, Ma Jun's red mouth twitched a sneering arc.

   "Look I won't beat you down!"

  The voice fell, Ma Junhong punched forward, blocking Tang San's feet, and his body shone with a faint purple light, which was obviously the fluctuation of soul power.

  Tang San raised his eyebrows and realized that the fat man was not very good to deal with. He simply made a move in mid-air. The kick he kicked was suddenly stopped in mid-air and changed to kick, stepping on the fat man's abdomen.

  Don't look at Ma Junhong's weight gain, but he was not satisfied at all. He sensitively swung down his fists simultaneously and hit Tang San's foot.

   Swoosh!

  Under Tang's three-sleeved robe, a shadow disappeared, and the speed was extremely fast.

   The appearance of Ma Junhong changed slightly, and he shone and evaded cleanly, avoiding Tang San’s feet and hidden weapons.

   Stand up again, Ma Jun's red face is not red and panting. It seems that the short series of actions just did not affect him much, but a flash of light flashed in his eyes, saying:

   "Huh, no wonder I dare to take care of my business, it's a little tricky."

   "However, you will stop here, I will let you take a look at what is called in front of absolute strength, all resistance is false!"

   "Phoenix! Possession!"

  The word Phoenix is ​​quite deterrent.

  Since ancient times, it is definitely a high-grade existence when it is associated with creatures such as dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns.

  Among the beast martial spirits of Douluo mainland, there are several particularly powerful martial spirits, blue electric tyrannosaurus, white tiger, nine fire phoenixes, six-winged angels.

  Phoenix is ​​also called colorful bird. Phoenix Martial Soul not only allows the host to have the ability to fly, but also endows the fire with powerful attack power.

  Tang Sanhe and Xiao Wu felt a little sigh in the heart. Yang Ming, with a smile on his lips, watched Ma Junhong perform.

The purple-red light rushed out of Ma Junhong's body, the short hair on his head suddenly became longer, and gathered towards the center, becoming a Mosi-style hairstyle. The wings did not appear, but the purple-red light penetrated the body, Immediately released strong heat.

   Two yellow soul rings simultaneously rose from under his feet, and long feathers were derived from the thick and thick arms, and his hands became bird-like claws.

  However, unlike the noble, dignified and elegant image of Phoenix in the impression, Ma Junhong looks quite funny at this time.

  The round shape, with long fuchsia feathered arms and erect hair, is very non-mainstream.

   Even so, Ma Junhong just put on a very sarcastic gesture, saying:

   "Fear, despair, and kneel in the pain of regretting and offending me!"

   "Pouting." Xiao Wu smiled, "You are such a native chicken, so sorry to make us feel hopeless?"

   "Who said you are native chicken? You are native chicken, and your whole family is native chicken!"

  The word "chicken" seemed to touch Ma Junhong's painful spot. The first soul ring under his foot lit up, and his mouth suddenly opened, and a thin fuchsia flame spewed out, turning into a slender tongue.

   Where the tongue of fire passes, high heat distorts the air.

   "Beware!"

  The blue and silver grass buried in the ground by Tang Sanying was originally prepared to cope with Ma Junhong, and he could not hide it at this time.

  Growed from the ground stilts, turned into a blue long vine wrapped around Xiaowu's thin waist, pulled her horizontally, avoiding the fire from Ma Junhong.

   Ma Junhong turned his eyes, glanced at Tang Sanhe and Xiao Wu coldly, and then fixed his eyes on Yang Ming.

  He did not forget that the first person who laughed at him before was Yang Ming!

  Ma Junhong didn't close his mouth, and let the tongue of fire continue to spit, but only changed his target, this time spraying towards Yang Ming.

  Although the attack distance of the flame tongue is only five meters, the flame temperature is very high, and the surrounding air is distorted.

  Ma Jun's red eyes flashed a little excitement~www.ltnovel.com~He would love to see Yang Ming running away in front of his powerful soul skills.

   When the time comes, he will be able to laugh at Yang Ming loudly and give a bad breath!

   But, beyond his expectations, Yang Ming did not mean to dodge.

   "What happened? Is he looking down on me?"

  Thinking like this, Ma Jun flashed a flash of anger in his red eyes, secretly increasing the output of his soul power, and even the tongue of fire was widened, and the hot wind and waves hit the face.

   "Play with fire in front of me?"

  Yang Ming's expression was a little crying and laughing, while a black soul ring appeared under his feet, his body part turned into a body of flame demon, and his palm was composed of Qinglian earth fire.

   Then, in Ma Junhong's rather horrifying gaze, the finger shrouded in this blue flame jacket flicked so lightly, and the tongue of fire was brittle like glass, which was directly extinguished!

  The king of flames, but the master of flames!

  Ignite the tongue, just a trifle!

"This is impossible!"

   The scene in front of him directly subverted Ma Junhong's three views.

   "Young man." Yang Ming raised his head and looked at Ma Junhong indifferently, with a chuckle: "You pretend to be prettier than them, pretend to be me, and kill you!"