"Ah ... I'm sorry ... Zhou Zhijie, I'm not intentional." Xie Ting vomited his cute tongue and pulled Wang Shizheng and went away.
Zhou Zhijie looked at Wang Shizhen and Xie Ting's back, and his eyes suddenly became violent.
Stink bitch, one day I must press you under your body.
"Zhou Shao, it's going to be on vacation. You don't do it anymore, it's late ..." A young man behind Zhou Zhijie whispered, and this guy's eyes have been scanning on Xie Ting's turbulent breasts.
Zhou Zhijie glanced at Wu Yongde: "Did I let you find Fu Yan?"
Wu Yongde flattered: "I have brought it, the boss, find the opportunity, get Wang Shi into bed, and let's talk about it."
During the speaking, Wu Youte gave a rune to Zhou Zhijie.
Zhou Zhijie smiled on his face: "Follow up, get Wang Shizheng on the car, Xie Ting, enjoy it for you."
"Hey, thank you Zhou Shao ..." Wu Yongde rewarded Xie Ting to himself as soon as he heard Zhou Shao, which made him ecstatic.
Wu Yongde has already opened Xie Ting, and this lascivious guy likes big breasts.
"Follow up ..." A few guys quickly got into the car and chased Wang Shi.
As soon as Wang Shizhen and Xie Ting turned a building, Zhou Zhijie's Ferrari rushed over and stopped in front of the two again.
The door opened, Zhou Zhijie walked out of the car with a smile: "Wang Shizhen, how about you invite you to eat?"
Wang Shizhen's face was cold, and he said coldly: "Zhou Zhijie, I won't eat with you, don't stop us."
When Zhou Zhijie saw that Wang Shizhen didn't give himself a chance at all, he laughed: "You stinky bitch, Lao Tzu looks at you, it is your creation, how many women knelt in front of me and let Lao Tzu play, Lao Tzu is still dismissive.
I can't play with you today. "
After Zhou Zhijie finished speaking, he raised his hand, and a mysterious mang flashed in the palm of his palm.
"Fu Yan ..." Wang Shizhen suddenly eyes had Venus, dizzy.
But Wang Shizhen has been practicing for two years. Like Zhou Yunqiong, she is already a practitioner of nine -layer gas.
Zhou Zhijie's Flash flashed, and Wang Shizhen knew that it was not good. Zhou Zhijie even attacked himself with a fans, and it was very abominable!
Wang Shizhen desperately urged her true qi, biting her tip of her tongue, and the pain made her sober. A dazzling law decision was like a thunder, and she bombed the past.
"Boom ..." There was a bombing, as if he had a stuffy thunder, the Thunder Fat decided to be above the fans.
"Click ..." The harsh broken sound passed over.
The runes released by Zhou Zhijie suddenly exploded, four -quarter cracks, fragmented.
Wang Shizheng drank a violent, Thunder Fat decided to pass through the fragmented rune, and blasted fiercely on Zhou Zhijie's body.
"Well ..." With a stuffy voice, Zhou Zhijie was blown out more than ten meters away, screamed, and passed out.
"You ... you are the cultivation of the truth ..." Wu Yongde looked at Wang Shizhen to send a thunder, breaking the fans he stolen from Master, and flying Zhou Zhijie, which surprised him.
The Zhou family of Zhou Zhijie and the Wu family of Wu Yongde are the mysterious big family of Yanjing. Their family hired a cultivator.
Both of them are the first layer of Qi.
Zhou Zhijie asked Wu Yongde to steal a rune. He wanted to use his fans to fascinate Wang Shizhen. However, he did not expect that Wang Shizhen was actually a cultivator.
"Wow ..." Zhou Zhijie's chest was painful, and a blood arrow opened his mouth, his face became pale.
"You look for death ... Really despicable ..." Wang Shizheng's eyes soared.
This little girl is no longer the timid girl.
Zhou Zhijie even used the fans to deal with himself and achieve his shameful purpose. If he does not understand the truth, he will be humiliated today.
Wang Shizhen couldn't wait to kill Zhou Zhijie.
Wu Yongde screamed, scared him to help Zhou Zhijie quickly, sit on Ferrari, turn around and run.
This guy never dreamed, and Wang Shizhen turned out to be a cultivator!
Xie Ting was stunned immediately, and he hadn't woke up from the shock.
"You ... Wang Shizhen ... can you discharge? Are you making a movie?" Xie Ting widened his eyes, staring at Wang Shizhen, and asked stuttering.
Wang Shizhen Xiu Zhen, kept secret, did not tell Xie Ting.
If it was not a critical moment, Wang Shizhen would not make spells at all.
The roar shocked many people, and someone ran over.
Wang Shizhen didn't want to let people know her situation. As soon as she pulled Xie Ting, she left quickly.
The two came to a snack department. As soon as they sat down, Xie Ting grabbed Wang Shizheng's hand: "Poetry, I want to learn the magic of your movie ..."
"What? Magic?" Wang Shizheng almost fainted when he heard Xie Ting's words. She knew that Xie Ting didn't know that it was cultivation.
Xie Ting's eyes rushed to the little stars and looked at Wang Shizhen: "Yeah, your magic that can put lightning, and fly Zhou Zhijie's big bad egg at once.
Wang Shizhen considered it for a while before he lowered: "Xie Ting, this is not a magic, but a cultivation."
"You ... what are you talking about? Have you read too much?" Xie Ting said with a smile.
Wang Shizhen said: "Eat first, tell you after eating."
The two had eaten quickly and came to a remote place. Wang Shizhen looked at Xie Ting: "Xie Ting, what do you think of this?"
After Wang Shizhen finished speaking, he turned his palm, a small sword with a cold mang, flashed with a sharp murderous spirit, jumping in the palm of your palm.
This scene allows Xie Ting to stay.
"This is the flying sword used for cultivation, but it is not a magic." Wang Shizhen finished speaking, her consciousness moved.
"Well ..." A cold mang flashed, and a piece of branch was cut off by a flying sword.
Feijian disappeared in Wang Shizhen's hands.
"You ... I really know the cultivation in the novel? Poetry, you teach me, that Wu Yongde is not a good thing, staring at my chest every day, if he wants to make it bad, I will cut him with a flying sword."
Xie Ting hugged Wang Shizhen's arm and shaking.
Xie Ting said like this, Wang Shizhen lowered: "Okay, I teach you, but you can't use the practice of practice, you can only use it when you encounter danger of life."
As soon as Xie Ting heard Wang Shizhen promised herself, she hugged Wang Shizhen with a happy way: "Okay, poetry, I listen to you."
The lobby of the Yanjing Zhou family.
The Zhou family in Yanjing is not the founding merit, but the family has great power.
The owner of this appointment is Zhou Wenzhong, which is in charge of everything in the Zhou family.
His youngest son, Zhou Zhijie, was lying on the sofa covered in charred black, screaming in agony.
"Father, you must avenge me, I was almost beaten to death by that stinky bitch." Zhou Wenjie shouted loudly, gritting his teeth.
Seeing his youngest son's embarrassed appearance and pale face, Zhou Wenzhong's face turned livid.
Someone dares to attack a member of the Zhou family. It is really audacious. No matter who dares to attack a member of the Zhou family, he will pay a heavy price.
"Have you found out who did it?" Zhou Wenzhong stared at the butler Zhou Ping beside him and asked coldly.
Zhou Ping quickly bowed and said: "Master, we have found out that it was a female student from Yanjing University named Wang Shiran who did it. She has no big background, and her cultivation skills are just a ninth-level Qi training."
"Hmph, not everyone in the Zhou family can be bullied. Send someone to deal with this matter." As he spoke, a strong murderous aura erupted from Zhou Wenzhong.
"Okay, Patriarch, I'll send someone right away." Zhou Ping bowed.
"I'll go too, I'll make that bitch's life worse than death..." Zhou Zhijie howled, his face becoming extremely ferocious.
"Hmph, don't cause any trouble for me in the future... Zhou Ping, take the young master down for treatment." Zhou Wenzhong waved his hand.
Deep in the desert of northwest China, rocket components with the highest thrust are being hoisted onto the launch pad.
A high-tech, high-speed unmanned fighter jet flashing mysterious blue lay quietly in the rocket cabin.
The rocket cabin can only be hoisted tomorrow. China's most mysterious elite special operations forces and the first and second special service teams are all on duty here.
This triangular unmanned fighter jet is the latest extremely fast unmanned fighter jet developed by our country. It can reach a speed of Mach 20. No missile can catch up with this fighter jet.
This fastest-flying unmanned fighter jet, also called a high-speed aircraft, is being developed by only one country in the West and our country, and the competition is very fierce.
In two years, this Western country has conducted five flight tests, with four failures and one success.
Our country has conducted four experiments, three times successful and one failed. This is the fifth experiment.
This kind of testing machine is a national top-secret project, and the protection measures are very strict.
Xie Ting's cousin Fang Qingtong's special operations team is on duty here.
Where China borders another country, there is a gloomy Grand Canyon.
In the canyon, a dozen Western magicians wearing robes were sitting in a cave.
A Dharma King with a sinister face and a body full of magic stood there, waving a golden magic wand, and said solemnly: "We must not let the Chinese's high-speed aircraft take off again. We must blow it up this time."
A Dharma Saint said with a ferocious smile: "There are also their first and second special service teams. This time we must eliminate them all. Destroying China's cultivation power is equivalent to cutting off their sharp claws. From now on, we will
It will be much more convenient to enter China."
"Haha, blow up their high-speed aircraft. Our high-speed aircraft can kill their only aircraft carrier in a few minutes. That sea area belongs to our country." Another magic saint howled, very angry
Arrogant.
Magicians in the West are divided into: magician, mage, pharaoh, dharma god, dharma sage, dharma king, dharma master, and dharma emperor.
This time the leader was actually a Dharma King.
It seems that they are determined to win this time and must blow up China's high-speed aircraft.
"Okay, when they hoist that high-speed aircraft, we will rush over and blow it up." A devilish grin appeared on the face of French King Fortel. (To be continued)