Chapter 691: Heavenly Crystal is Priceless

Xu Qing slapped down with one palm and directly lit up the twelve gold stars, he didn't know that this palm completely stunned Ren Bing, and even made the entire Huaxia martial arts high-level shoot boiling, and also shot a few old hopes, in the future, with the peak martial artists of the Heavenly Realm in charge, they can take their salaries to go to the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, and leisurely see the life of Nanshan, for the rest of his life, there is no one who does not support him to the end.

"Boss, is this instrument broken? Hurry up and call someone to fix it, I'll go over there and take a look. Xu Qing deliberately quipped, and walked slowly to the super speedometer with a cigarette in his mouth, scared! This dare is a treadmill!

Ren Bing came back to his senses violently, trotted forward two steps, and saw that this guy had already jumped onto the super speedometer smoking a cigarette, and the soles of his feet slid and jogged.

"Is there a prize for this thing? Why don't you see any stars and names or anything like that? Xu Qing looked at the instrument while running, and didn't find anything that matched the word 'super', so it can be said that there is nothing surprising about this speedometer at all.

Ren Bing smiled: "There will be no reward for any instrument except the force tester, and besides, you have used it wrong." After speaking, he stepped forward and pulled out five wires with suction heads from the small box on the instrument, motioned for Xu Qing to come down first, and then reached out to pick up his clothes.

Xu Qing hurriedly put his clothes together, jumped back two feet, and shouted: "Boss, when did you learn the hand of the fat brother, what treadmill chicken, don't I play?" Go back and obediently wash and go to bed. ”

Ren Bing laughed and said, "Let's go, send you back, you kid will definitely not know the way." The two of them left the training room with their shoulders hooked and smoked, and Long Fengyang in the conference room of the General Staff Headquarters curled a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth.

In the No. 2 villa of Longya Xiangshan Base, Yang Fan was sitting opposite two middle-aged men with gloomy faces.

"Two uncles, please taste the taste of this superb red robe, let's order Cangshan doesn't have such good tea." Yang Fan washed cups and poured tea for the two middle-aged men, and his movements were extremely careful, as if he was afraid of snubbing these two middle-aged men who were called uncles.

These two people looked like they were forty miles away, with black beard and black hair, but there was a butterfly-spot-like scar on the left cheek, which seemed to have been left by a burn, and this person's face was also very heavy, on the other hand, the other man with a thin face was much kinder, and the seriousness seemed to be deliberately contrived.

The scar-faced man picked up the purple sand cup and put it to his lips and pecked it lightly, and said expressionlessly: "Fan'er, the head master knows that you are fighting with the martial soul to make an appointment with the thunder and anger, and specially sent us to stop this matter, don't embarrass me and your uncle." ”

Yang Fan saluted with tea, and said with a light smile: "Two masters, it makes sense for Fan'er to make an appointment with that kid from the martial soul this time, after this battle, I will personally go back to the mountain to explain to the head of the sect, I guarantee that his old man will not only not blame me, but will have a great reward." ”

The scar-faced man frowned, it seemed that Yang Fan's attitude was very displeased, and he said in a deep voice: "The head of the sect must not be disobeyed, and whatever benefits you can get, you must let it go." After speaking, he pressed the teacup on the table, click! The hard-textured rosewood table was actually embedded in a thin-edged purple sand cup, and not a drop of fragrant tea was spilled in the cup.