Chapter 182 (1/2)

With Tyrone's command, his companions come forward to lift Qi Ling. Xiao Wu tries to reach out to stop him, but Qi Ling stops him with his eyes.

"Boss, I can't lift it!" The three men carried Qi Ling's body on one side, but Qi Ling, who looked thin and weak, did not move at all at this time.

"How can it be that he is so thin and small that he can't be lifted up? You guys, don't be lazy Tyrone said incredulously.

"Boss, it's really not us who are lazy. It's like this kid is growing on this chair. He can't lift it at all!" Those little brothers said with a lot of sweat.

"It's useless. I have to come!" Tyrone said, going forward to pick up Qi Ling, but found that as they said, there was no way to lift Qi Ling.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on?" Tyrone's face turned red and his forehead became blue. In the end, he had no choice but to give up.

"Well? What's the matter? Why not Qi Ling said with a smile, "you look like the soul master of the power department, right? Even if I can't lift it, should it be called power system? Chief of the college, it's really cheap. "

"What are you talking about?" After hearing Qi Ling's words, Tyrone was furious. As a pure power type soul master, Tyrone couldn't stand more than someone questioning himself in power.

"What? You don't agree? " Qi Ling leaned back in his chair and said lazily, "how about we make a bet? I don't expect you to lift my whole person, it's too hard for you, as long as you can lift my foot, even if you win! I'll get out of here right away. "

"Well! Then you'll regret it! The spirit of martial arts is possessed Tyrone said that he was possessed by the spirit of martial arts. His originally strong body expanded again, especially his arms. At the same time, his arms extended to the knees, and his skin grew longer and black hair.

"Tailong, the spirit of martial arts, the spirit of war of level 37, please give me some advice!"

Qi Ling smiles. The level 37 soulman is nothing to him, but his opponent is a pure strength soulman after all, so he has to show his respect.

"Dragon Emperor: attached!" With the sound of the Dragon chanting, the virtual shadow of the Dragon circled over the classroom, and then rushed into Qi Ling's body.

"Qi Ling, the spirit of martial arts, the Dragon Emperor, the spirit of war of level 38, please give me some advice!"

As early as the moment when the Dragon ghost appeared, Shrek appeared in the classroom, and other people looked frightened. They even couldn't help but want to step back. They couldn't understand why it was just the appearance of martial spirit that would have such a great deterrent.

When he heard that Qi Ling's level was even higher than himself, and he was the same as himself, Tyrone's face became more ugly.

"Damn, I don't believe it. I can't even lift your foot!" Tyrone pretended to be calm, but it ended in failure.

"You guys, you have the ability. Don't put on such airs. Come down and have a serious fight with me!" Tyrone, who failed in his attempt, said to Qiling angrily. He had never thought that the gap between them was so big. Even if he was single, he had no chance of winning.

Hearing this, Oscar and Ma Hongjun in the distance couldn't help saying, "my God, another one is not afraid of death. Can't you just admit defeat and leave? You have to see what terror is. Alas, it's a sin of its own. You can't live