Dad Yang's whirlwind charge tornado-style slap hit the fire forebotuo for five and three ways. Who would have thought that the power of the slap could be so terrifying? Under this powerful deterrence, Ji Qiong also trembled and did not dare to look directly at Dad Yang's sharpness.

This 13, Mr. Yang pretends to be fresh and refined, and is full of style. It can make people feel the 13 breath that comes to his face refreshing, and further expresses the rich and rich colors of a great figure.

"Did you know your mistake?" Mr. Yang asked lightly.

Huo Foreword and Ji Qiong bowed and said, "I'm waiting for the wrong one."

"What's wrong?" Mr. Yang asked.

"Bully with power?" Huo Foreword replied tentatively.

Dad Yang waved his sleeves, and a big handprint stuck on his face, "Wrong!"

"We shouldn't force the disciples!" Ji Qiong explained quickly.

Dad Yang also took Ji Qiong to the ground with one hand and said, "It seems that education is not enough, you don't know where you are wrong."

So Dad Yang beat the two of them with another row of cloud palms and bruises. Every handprint of Dad Yang contains laws. Although he no longer has the divine core condensed by the core of superpowers, his other structures are standard configurations for gods, and speaking and saying Dharma is the most basic operation. The big handprint containing the aura of the law has an absolute suppression effect on non-god players. The marks that are stuck on the face take a long time to fade.

"Senior, please tell us clearly what we were wrong?" asked the foreman with a blue face. As a peak master of his profession, they had not been beaten for a long time. At this moment, the grievances in their hearts could be written into a slowly "Xiaowen Lu", which was so sad that he turned into a river.

Dad Yang snorted coldly, "It's not wrong to bully others with his power! It's not wrong to force the disciples! You are wrong to beat my son! Can you beat my son? Two shameless guys! You bully level nine and level six, so you have the nerve to start!"

"Senior Senior! We were wrong! I wonder if the name of Gao, the senior?" Huo Foreword Tuo said with a conscience.

Dad Yang suddenly realized that his little girl was a little girl. Isn’t it just the mess of revenge in the future? Dad Yang said lightly, “I, Yang Mengmeng, currently lives in Q City, Huaxia, serves as the director of the Education Bureau. Welcome to take revenge.”

The director of the Education Department! Whose education director slapped the rules and attacked? Yang Mengmeng? Why haven’t they heard of this name? There is a big man named Yang in the Jianghu family. Could it be that anyone who has never been born in the Yang family?

Huo Forefather Tuo listened to Mr. Yang's self-reporting house with a suspicion. People of their level generally do not lie, especially those who report their own homes never give up. Since Mr. Yang's introduction shows that all this is true - he is really called Yang Mengmeng, even if he doesn't call him now, he may be a small trumpet of a certain period.

Dad Yang didn't lie at all, and his ID card still has the three words Yang Mengmeng. Of course, he didn't call this name during the Qing Dynasty when he was born. At that time, he seemed to be named Yang Ye and Ruhong. Dad Yang also took advantage of the reform to change his name. In order to be close to the people, he called Mengmeng.

"Okay, the education time is over - you two say something if you have something to do, and get out if you have nothing to do." Dad Yang waved his sleeves and said.

The Huo Forefather Tuo looked at Tan Zhenbao in annoyance and ran away in shame. Ji Qiong also looked at Tan Zhenbao with regret. This guy is the best successor of the craftsman, because the embryo made by this guy is the most perfect. You only need to be slightly forged and pointed to the spirit to become a high-level spirit soldier.

"How did you get into a level nine master? After changing the map, you mock your abilities to commit suicide have been significantly improved." Dad Yang joked in surprise. He had a good relationship with his son and he also made jokes.

Mu Yangren spread his hands and said helplessly, "Blame me? The students are so excellent. There are always people who want to start early. Who makes their attributes so strange? I am also very annoyed. Why are the supernatural abilities awakened by my hands so strange?"

"This is the characteristic of life abilities - the mutation of superpowers. The awakened people you enlightened later can have active evolution after being stimulated by life energy. This active evolution may be good or bad. So the new awakened children in your class are all kinds of weird attributes, but in fact this is your fault." Dad Yang explained, "Just like the guy with glasses, his pupil ability is mutation. His talent at the beginning was not very good."

Mu Yangren knew "What if there is a level 9 boss gank in the future?"

"Run, if you have a World Tree, you can still run if you can't beat it - after all, the World Tree is at the same level as the Gods, but it's just a little weaker in childhood. Theoretically speaking, the Nine-level strong men cannot keep you with the God Realm and Aura alone. Of course, they will have two results." Dad Yang suggested, "I'm also a benefit for you, and I won't care about you in the future."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Dad." Mu Yangren looked like a terrible person. Can you reply now?

Dad Yang nodded, tearing the space and returning to the toilet where he had just answered the phone. After washing his hands, he returned to the conference room. "Then he had a meeting about this 12-school simulation."

Tan Zhenbao grabbed Mu Yangren's sleeve with a starry face, "Boss! Boss! That's the legend of life? Always suppress the supreme power of an era?"

Mu Yangren shook his claws away, "Ah! Was it very surprised? That old man is not dead?"

"Yes!" Tan Zhenbao nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. "Is the legend of life old and powerful? Save the world in secret every day?"

My dad? Save the world?

Is there anything? Mu Yangren scratched his head and recalled that after get off work, his father had fun of cats and drank tea, read novels and played games, did he seem to have never saved the world? After all, he was a retired cadre of Luoshen.

Mu Yangren shook his head, "Save the world, what does not exist? My dad is a cat-sucking uncle - although he is a cat demon with a nine-turn peak."

Tan Zhenbao

It's indeed a legend! The pets he keeps are so arrogant! He must learn from the legend of life in the future!

"Are you a little impulsive when you reject the two magic craftsmen's disciples? After all, this is really a good opportunity." Mu Yangren asked.

Tan Zhenbao smiled freely and freely, "I am lucky if I get it, but I am lucky if I lose it. Sometimes I must have it, but don't force it if I don't have it. My ideal is not to become a logistics equipment manufacturer, my heart is in the sea of ​​stars, and I am a charger who wants to go to the battlefield."

Mu Yangren

Finally, Mu Yangren thought of Mr. Yang's words - the casting technique of the two masters Huo Forefather Tuo and Ji Qiong seemed to have learned from his father. Why should we go far and wide? Just ask my father how to cast it directly? Isn't it better to have a genius boy with a secret book these days? If Tan Zhenbao really has this ability, he could obviously continue to develop.

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Chapter completed!