Roaming through the world of Doraemon

Looking at his face and the carnage, Tang Zhentian laughed loudly. "In the army, winning and losing are commonplace. Occasionally, mistakes are made due to a lack of judgment or skill. Young Master Yuan has a bit too much affection for the Apostle." That's right! Master, if you look at the judgment in this match, there really was a mistake in front of my granddaughter, and Dele has already spoken to the very end!

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Tang Tiande knew his father's temper; this tone was clearly meant to show the monkeys that even if they didn't leave the door, five poisonous hands would still reach out, fearing that abstinence and anger were not so simple.

Of course, the Tang Clan came to the world under the name of dark weapons, and the other side didn't even intend to protect them, so one can't complain about being a cold-blooded man.

For a time, all the monks present focused their attention on Abbot Yuanzhen.

The abbot did not show himself; his face was calm, as if he were competing with the noisy crowd. He was outside.

After closing his eyes for a moment and remaining silent, Yuan Zhen announced, "Tang Shi won the first round!"

“Ah! Brother, the other side isn’t just using shaders, but also—” Circle was reluctant to press the matter.

“There’s no point in saying more,” Yuan Zhen interrupted him. “This isn’t as good to me as it is to Shaolin Temple. If you lose it, you lose it.”

Tang Zhentian's favorite sentence was this:

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Chapter 121 Self-satisfaction

It wouldn't be surprising to hear this from others, but it's different when it comes from someone in a temple. He had traveled thousands of miles just to hear Yuan Zhen say these words.

“Oh! When I said Master, I was willing to only lose one round. This isn’t the second round, Dale. Focus. The Shaolin Master won’t let you participate in this match.”

"Your grandson knows!" Tang Tiande paid homage to abstinence and anger, his face smug.

The phrase "073" is used to criticize a locust tree.

But it soon bore fruit.

But the expressions on the faces of the Shaolin monks were that of someone who wanted to "kill ghosts and pigs."

"Are there any other games?" Yan Zhen really didn't want to continue. Victory or defeat was meaningless to Shaolin Temple, but this day was of utmost importance.

"Yes, it's a three-game series, didn't you know?" If you only win one game, it's not honorable to walk out like that. "Don't you think so?" Tang Zhentian continued jokingly.

"Tang Shi is right, so let's take a break and start the second round." The circle was really called Old Man Yuan. He whispered a few words in Yuan Yuan's ear, and Old Man Yuan nodded, leaving one person behind.

Tang Zhentian visited his three sons.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner that Dell was using goblins?"

“How pathetic! Old man, Dale’s naughtiness, you know, he just doesn’t like it, like a dog looking for Don’s child everywhere.”

"But the goblin is my treasure in Tangmen Mountain. The deer's primordial spirit is far from being fully developed and will be torn apart by the magic mirror. Do this to me!"

“Don’t worry, I’ve placed six forbidden lines on the goblin to ensure that its power is not exposed. Del can control it.”

"You!" Tang Zhentian was very dissatisfied with this matter, but he was helpless.

However, his granddaughter, who was under 15 years old, had not yet reached the foundation before using the illumination mirror, which greatly pleased Tang Zhentian.

"Be careful, you're here to avenge your brother."

A monk stepped out, a smile on his face, a stick in his hand. He tried to pretend to be an old man, but to others, his face and expression looked like a street punk.

"Oh, Abbot Yuanzhen, your disciple is probably from Qinglou."

Tang Zhentian almost burst out laughing. This little fool looked so silly, his hands were practically weightless...

"Oh, what a sad family is like a chicken with no strength in its hand. May your husband's hand also be merciful."

His tone was gentle yet profound, listening to someone's innermost thoughts, making one want to cut off their ears and hurt themselves.

"Watch out for Number One, be careful!" Yuan Yu shouted.

"Okay! Oh, this isn't fun at all!" A sigh escapes your lips, a sharp glint in your eyes.

Tang Zhentian found the monk amusing when he first saw him. However, upon seeing him a second time, he realized the monk was no ordinary person, but completely different. The monk's hair was not styled as if he hadn't shaved.

His bald head gleamed in the sunlight. Da Xiong 5.6, watching the battle from his seat, saw this, and the bald-headed monk, youthful and unassuming, stepped onto the center of the court, his heart unable to reveal itself.

Da Xiong believes that returning to a match is possible.

There are six ears admonishing themselves on the Yuexi Forum (https://bbs.wcccc.cc/).

"The gathering of the Three Flowers at the top must rely on the practice of martial arts and the suppression of Yuan Shen. When world martial arts leave Shaolin, Shaolin may be able to lift the top of the Three Flowers."

Chapter 122 is very confident

While understanding Liu Er's meaning, he hoped that Da Xiong would be put to the test in this competition, and that he would be the first to see the sharp edge, making him the first person that Da Mo Yuan Yu thought was self-righteous.

Although Nobita is still a registered disciple.

However, Da Xiong was a bit lacking in spirit. Although Wu Shengun's method was comfortable, he was afraid that the three flowers at the top would be plucked away. Too many or too few, his legs were a little weak.

Looking at the shadowless field and the test that left no trace, Nobita became even more worried about the future.

With Liu Er keeping accounts and three matches, unless Shaolin Temple is completely defeated, they don't need to play anymore.

Da Xiong had great confidence in the monks who had come from Shaolin. He needed to know that before he became the fortress commander, he was the leader of the 10-strong armed force of the Forbidden City.

One of the precepts today is that of a master, a monk of 13, who is the master and guardian of 13 monks.

A year after quitting smoking, he was murdered by his wife in a plot. He was forced to take pills that made him look like a teenager in order to escape the sky. Since then, his face has always looked like that of a teenager.

Yuan Zhen seemed to be scrutinizing the situation carefully, as such a comparison was meaningless. He hoped to resolve the matter as soon as possible to find the whereabouts of the Cicada Blade.

"No! Dale is in danger." Tang Zhentian was very unhappy.

"Change your clothes, Xian'er, you can go now!"

"Yes!"

As soon as the voice fell, a delicate little girl came out.

Tang Tiande refused, saying, "Why change? All the hard work has been taken away by my second sister."

“Silly child, Grandpa saw the details of this person. If you’re just fooling yourself, don’t worry about the Tang Clan.”

The snake language uttered by the son was better than any sound from a thousand miles away, because outsiders could not hear it.

"Alright!" Tang Tiande walked down helplessly.

He casually waved his hand on his cane, chanting, "The next nameless monk withdraws, the next one goes!"

"Tang Clan, Tang Xuan'er, come here!"

After all, Tang Xuan'er didn't know when she should take out the long whip.

But the whip was dark brown, like a long snake coiled in my hand.

In the past, you no longer needed to travel north and south; you would naturally recognize this thing. It is the inverted hook of the Tianshan Mountains.

Blood is cold, a level four fairy artifact, black body, chilling to the bone.

"This is a sea buckthorn, not good!" He quit, throwing the stick off the field.

"You don't want a weapon?" Tang Xuan'er felt that fighting Bloodthorn bare-handed was like a mantis trying to catch a worm.

“My weapon is here, so cover your ears.” Don’t shake your throat.

"Pretend!" Tang Xuan'er drank a large cup, and the Blood Thorn was immediately launched by Yuan Shen, whose body was now covered with various thorny vines.

Although the vines took root and sprouted, they grew longer and larger, forming a net in the air.

Don't panic, continue trembling.

Hundreds of bloodthorns are found all over the world.

"ah!

A clap of thunder, a sound that shook the soul, was heard continuously by everyone in the fields.

The sound came from the air, from a lion with teeth and claws.

"The Lion Roars!"

Tang Xuan'er was startled. At this distance, the Spurs would definitely bounce back, and she would be the one who suffered in the end.

"Dudun, a pangolin!"

Ah! Huan Yi continued working, and the lion roared, its power increasing exponentially. The five-foot-tall lion pointed its sharp claws directly at Tang Xuan'er.

This time, it was Tang Zhentian who stood up.

His granddaughter's secluded magic only retains 20% of the divine power. The pangolin hides underground but cannot infiltrate elsewhere, while the native settlement that dives elsewhere is a native grandson.

Chapter 123 Primitive Form

But this is a product of the primitive form.

Once I know the girl is moving in front of her feet, as long as he keeps roaring like a lion and the other side wears down, the other side will definitely lose.

The spikes swayed and fell in the air, like a kite with a broken wing.

"boom"

All the thorns were cut off at the waist.

The ground has been shaken out of a deep pit, more than half a person deep.

Half of Tang's face was stuck in the seam.

Forgo a great joy and jump up.

Faced with the roaring lion, Tang Xuan'er had no way to escape.

My senior brother's revenge can be repaid. I felt like I was still poisoned by forfeiting, but the other party was ruthless. I shouldn't blame myself for being unjust.

"Smell"

Two blood-red thorns pierced out from behind the ring.