I Have a Lot of Resurrection Coins

　　 "忒道友!"

　　 "Brother 忒!"

　　 "Hey brother!"

　　 The long sword in his hand slowly fell from the hands of the waves.

　　 "Ah..."

　　 Another scream resounded across the sky, Chuxue pulled out from the chrysanthemum that thundered in the waves, and the blood was flying high...

　　 The wave fluttered his hand to cover the chrysanthemum, his body softened, and it fell straight down. In the air, you can see the blood like a fountain flying out of the chrysanthemum.

　　 "Langpu!"

　　 A man monk flew into the air to catch the thunderous pounce. The two big masters were spinning in the air, and didn't know how many laps to stop before stopping.

　　 "Brother, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't practice the purple qi with brother in a short time..."

　　 "No! Langpu, what silly things you say, it will be fine, it will be fine..."

　　忒lang fluttered and shook his head: "Brother, Jiang Lin and I...Who is more handsome..."

　　 "Does this still need to be said? Of course Jiang Lin is more handsome."

　　 "Uh..."

　　 "Langpu! What's wrong with you! Langpu! Langpu! Langpu..."

　　 The tragic cry of the man resounded through the sky again, and he placed his junior brother face down on the ground. The man screamed and rushed towards Jiang Lin: "Jiang Lin! You hurt my junior brother! I want you to make sacrifices!"

　　 I saw the man take out a small iron ball. Under the urging of spiritual power, the iron ball suddenly wrapped the man. The next moment, the man put on the shiny silver armor.

　　 Soldiers’ monks’ weapons are usually Bingjia Maru.

　　 The man transformed into Iron Armored Little Treasure left uppercut, right uppercut, up and down, left, right, left, right, BABABABA...Every punch and every kick is mixed with a purple breath.

　　 Jiang Lin fisted and carried it hard. It was also the sea-viewing stage. The opponent's sea-viewing stage seemed to be much more reliable than his own, and if Jiang Lin didn't guess wrong, the opponent must also have the martial arts fourth stage.

　　咚!

　　 Tiejia Xiaobao flew towards Jiang Lin, Jiang Lin flew tens of meters, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, stood up from the air "difficultly", Jiang Lin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

　　......

　　Diao Da: "Hey, Wu Ke, what do you think Jiang Lin is doing? People say it's a martial artist. What is he resisting?"

　　 Wu Ke: "I won't make it either, do you think Jiang Lin will deliberately cheat us."

　　 Fang copied skirt: "Hush, don't talk, can we figure out what Brother Jiang does?"

　　......

　　 "Jiang Lin! Bring the chrysanthemum!"

　　 Suddenly, Iron Armored Little Treasure let out a loud roar, and the space between the armors suddenly became radiant. The man put his hands together and put his hands together on the top of his head, turning into a poisonous dragon drill and heading towards Jianglin.

　　 "Even if my Jiang Lin has exhausted his last breath, I can't fall down here!"

　　 Jiang Lin also raised the sword.

　　 "The sun! Give me strength!"

　　 The sky is high and the sun is scorching, and every golden brilliance is poured into Jiang Linjian.

　　 "Salted fish stab!"

　　 Jianglin fart deeply, like the exhaust of a jet fighter pushing Jiang Lin towards the poisonous dragon drill!

　　 "Ah!!!"

　　 "Ah!!!"

The output of 　　 depends entirely on roar, and the impact of spiritual power is spread with the bit of the poisonous dragon drill and the sharp sword of Jiang Lin as the midpoint.

　　 "Jiang Lin!"

　　 "Ki is too beautiful!"

　　The **** battle was conveyed to everyone's heart, and both sides couldn't help calling out their names.

　　 "Boom!"

After an explosion, the spiritual power dissipated, and Ji Taimei fell straight from the air and fell to the ground. In the air, Jiang Lin's hair was still fluttering, and the blood on the corner of his mouth showed his dust removal. The hip flask thrown by the skirt, after a booze, understatement:

　　 "Who else?"

　　......

　　 "Wow...so handsome!"

　　 "Jiang Lin, hello Man."

　　 "What does man mean?"

　　 "I don't know, just call it."

　　 "Jiang Lin! Hello man."

　　 For a time, the Sunyuejiao became restless, especially most of the people who won the money, they were so happy that they were as green as other Taoists.

　　......

　　 "Jiang Lin is lewd, thief, Hugh is crazy!"

　　 "Remember to pay."

　　 "Huh!"

　　 A monk threw ten middle-grade spirit stones into the air like a coin, and Jiang Lin instantly swept it into his storage bag.

　　 In an instant, in mid-air, it was another electric sparkle and flint-like duel.

　　 Jiang Lin seemed to be injured, but he was still close to each other. In the end, it was another big match. Although Jiang Lin sprayed blood, he still stood in the air again.

"I have been injured, but I will never back down. Since I, Jiang Lin, said that I singled out all of you, then I, Jiang Lin, will do what I say, but the person who challenges me next will need ten more spirit stones each time. Otherwise, I should never fight!"

　　 Jiang Lin, with a pale face, said weakly, clutching his chest.

　　 At this time, Diao Da, Wu Ke and other talents understood why Jiang Lin always had several flaws but didn't start, and even resisted the opponent's big move. It turned out that this guy wanted to fish more!

　　 And it seems that Jiang Lin said before that he wanted to find a pure martial artist to learn boxing. Could this guy still use them to exercise his physique?

　　 Is there any exercise like this? This is almost dying?

　　 After four more people passed, Jiang Lin was still standing, but his lamp was gone no matter how he looked.

　　 "Boom..."

　　 "Jiang Lin!"

　　 "Brother Jiang!"

　　 "Don't want Mr. Jiang!"

With another loud noise, Jiang Lin’s buddy hit from the sky to the ground. In this last collision, everyone thought that Jiang Lin, who had run out of oil, was bound to die~www.NovelMTL.com~ I only heard the "ding". The sound is as crisp as a copper coin falling on the marble floor.

　　 The dust was scattered, Jiang Lin stood his sword in front of him, holding his chest with his hand, and squirting a thick...tomato juice...

　　 "This son is terrifying!"

　　 For a while, the elders who guarded the battlefield on both sides took a breath, and even some sect elders felt compassionate and wanted to persuade Jiang Lin to join his sect.

　　This kind of mind! This perseverance! Still so strong, so long-lasting!

　　 is simply a necessary quality for monasticism!

　　 "Is there no one who can fight?"

　　 Jiang Lin held the sword in front of him, and in his eyes, there was a huge..."$".

　　 Jiang Lin’s voice pierced the enemy’s heart like a spike, and similarly, it pierced the heart of his teammate...

　　 Jianglin has unknowingly won eight straight! Is anyone betting on Jianglin's eight-game winning streak? No, in other words, I lost the bet.

　　 There are even a lot of Riyuejiao buddies who knelt on the ground and started crying, cursing each other while running their noses:

　　 "What's the matter with your six major sects? My daughter-in-law is gone. Is it that difficult for you to win once?"

　　 "Fake match! Money back! Money back!"

　　 "Jiang Lin! You are shameless! You must have colluded with them!"

　　 "Brother Jiang, are you short of a quilt? Borrow me some spirit stones to go back to the business, I'm going to kneel on the washboard..."

　　 Riyuejiao’s crying voice grew louder and louder, pointing to the six major sects scolding with tears and tears.

　　Similarly, watching Jiang Lin who is holding the sword, the six major sects are also crying silently in their hearts...