Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao Chapter 3160: Challenge the cloud and ink flag

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"Xuanqing Banner, what do you want to do?" someone in the camp asked.

Although Xuanqing Banner is the weakest among the four flags, it will not be weak. Once a war breaks out, the consequences will be unimaginable. Even if Yunmo Banner wins, it will inevitably be heavily punished.

The high-ranking ones are most afraid of chaos in the army.

Is Xuan Qingqi unbearable and humiliating?

"We are here to challenge!"

"Just let you cloud and ink flag come to challenge, will you come if we are not interested?"

"Challenge!"

Everyone in Xuanqing Banner roared. This is something that has never happened before, making them excited with blood.

Yun Moqi looked at each other, challenged?

Did you all take the wrong medicine today?

At this time, Zhu Lang and his three came over.

"Captain, Xuan Qing Banner is so deceiving, he sent out twelve pulses and beat Xiao Lang!" said a strong man immediately.

"We protested a bit and beat us too." Another strong man also said, but Zhu Lang didn't speak.

As a result, the entire Yun Moqi also boiled.

Fuck, you Xuanqing Banner is too shameless, right?

"So shameless, brothers copy guys, do it!" Yun Moqi's people howled and raised their weapons in their hands.

Ling Han stepped forward. If the situation continues to develop, it will become a fight.

"Julang was defeated by me." He said loudly.

"Huh?"

The people of Yun Moqi looked at Ling Han and were a little shocked.

This is the twelve veins?

But it ’s too young, it seems to be less than twenty.

It is true that twelve pulses beat ten pulses, this is bullying, but if everyone is the same age, this is another matter.

You are too slow to practice yourself, can't you blame others?

"I am the Ten Veins." Ling Han Zhengrong said, he said lightly, "However, I don't mind who you send, whether it is Ten Vessel, Eleven Vessel or Twelve Vessel, I took it. "

He runs power, and the ten meridians that have been opened in his body immediately glow a little light.

It's really ten pulses.

The people in Yun Moqi are all surprised and surprised, and they all look at Zhu Lang. Is this really the one who defeated him?

Zhu Lang opened his mouth wide and could n’t believe it.

Ling Han is really ten pulses.

Fuck, he was defeated by a ten pulse?

How is it possible!

His martial arts talent is enough to be included in the top 20 of the city, and there are only a handful of people who can beat him, but there are fewer people who are still ten pulses like him.

Taking a step back, even if those few shots, it is impossible to beat him with a punch.

This is crushing.

Seeing Zhu Lang not speaking, the people of Yun Moqi are naturally not sure.

"I will meet you when I come." A ten-pulse warrior jumped out, and it was impossible to be called up and no one could fight.

He rushed towards Ling Han, but before his fist was swung out, Ling Han slapped him away.

It's hard to beat.

Fuck, so strong!

The people of Yun Moqi said in their hearts that they defeated the martial arts of the same rank in one blow. It is definitely a genius level. If they go to the rich men in the city, they can at least rank in the top 20.

When did Xuan Qingqi recruit such a genius?

"Good thing!" The soldiers of Xuanqing Banner shouted, and some almost broke their throats. They waited so long for this moment.

"Next." Ling Han said lightly.

This kind of carelessness makes Yun Moqi's popularity anger, while Xuan Qing Banner's people are full of emotion and high emotions.

"I'm coming!" jumped out of another ten pulses, rushing towards Ling Han, but only a defeat in vain.

"Next." Ling Han didn't say anything boastful, his expression was calm, but such a careless performance made Yun Moqi's people feel hugely humiliated.

In Ling Han's eyes, are they not even rivals?

You are too unpredictable.

"Ah!" A person rushed out with a roar, but Ling Han flicked it easily with a palm.

One more time, or solve it with one palm.

After connecting with the seven people, Zhu Lang finally stood up and faced the crowd of Yun Moqi, saying, "Neither the ten or eleven pulses can be his opponent, because I was defeated by his one move." "

He really did n’t want to see his comrades defeated one after another in this way, so in front of everyone, he told the scandal that he was killed by Ling Han.

What!

Julang was really defeated by this young man?

Ten pulses to ten pulses, one stroke was second?

This!

Yun Moqi ’s people are silent, even Zhu Lang is defeated. Who else is Ling Han ’s opponent of the same rank?

Ling Han ’s eyes swept: "Next!"

But this time, no one in the Yunmo Banner came out to meet.

"Come out of the twelve veins." Ling Han ticked his finger. "I don't mind."

Yun Moqi remained silent for a while, and then a big man in his thirties came out. There was a long scar on the corner of his mouth, and his hair was messy with bad bad, like a lunatic.

"Luo Zaiyuan." He pointed to himself. "I only made ten moves. You need to be able to stop it. Even if our cloud and ink flag is planted today!"

"Captain Luo!" Yun Moqi people exclaimed.

"Huh?" Luo Zaiyuan glanced at everyone, "Do you not believe me?"

Everyone no longer speaks. This Luo Zaiyuan is known as the first **** of war in the ink and ink banner. In the twelve veins, he can be regarded as one of the best.

If Luo Zaiyuan cannot defeat Ling Han, unless the flag master Your Excellency is dispatched, no one in the whole army is Ling Han ’s opponent.

The question is, if there are only ten moves, too few?

Luo Zaiyuan strode out. His figure was really tall, about seven feet tall, and at least three Ling Hans were so burly. As he walked out, he suddenly cast a long shadow.

The body shape contrast is too obvious. In front of him, Ling Han looks like a child.

"Ten strokes." Luo Zaiyuan said in a deep voice, "I will not bully you."

Twelve pulses and ten pulses are no longer bullying. But who makes the twelve veins so that no one can really control Ling Han?

Ling Han smiled faintly: "Randomly."

Luo Zaiyuan took a deep breath, **** poo, his blood vessels twitched and made a strong noise, as if a monster was hidden in his body, and now he is coming out of the body.

His hands turned crimson red, and there was heat rising.

"Red Flame Palm!"

"Captain Luo has used his housekeeping skills!"

"This is the secret technique obtained by Captain Luo in an ancient monument. It is infinitely powerful."

"No wonder Captain Luo said the limit of ten moves, which is no different from one hundred and one thousand moves."

The people at Yunmoqi are all excited, and their godly strongest captain is about to show off that day.

Ling Han smiled faintly. This red flame palm may be very powerful, but obviously Luo Zaiyuan could not exert all the power. Otherwise, his hands should be entangled with flames, not just hot air.

"Kill!" Luo Zaiyuan roared and killed him.