All my disciples are sand sculpture players

"Damn it, what the hell? Brother Ye Feng only has 60 magic marks, what a hammer!"

"60 vs. 96, it seems that there is only a difference of 36 magic marks, but the actual combat power is more than hundreds of times different!"

"Can any math guru do the math?"

"I counted with my toes, Brother Ye Feng will win this battle! Don't ask why! The question is, if Ancient Demon’s father is here, can Brother Ye Feng still lose?"

"Haha, haven’t you seen it yet? Ancient Demon's father arranged this on purpose, and now comes the critical moment!"

"Look~it’s started! It’s started!"

……

Most players are still confused, but a few players have already understood it instantly! I couldn't help but admire secretly in my heart, what the ancient demon's father did was really slippery!

"Ye Feng!"

"As the son of my mausoleum! 60 magic marks don’t match you!"

"Let me give you magic marks!"

……

At this moment, Ling Gu spoke domineeringly, and then raised his right hand. The ancient and boundless demonic energy burst out, then compressed instantly and condensed on his fingertips!

"1!!!"The next moment, the mausoleum was a little empty, and a brand fell on Ye Feng's body. In the blink of an eye, endless demonic energy burst out, and then slowly turned into a demonic mark! Suddenly,

Ye Feng went from 60 to The magic marks turned into 61 magic marks!

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

……

Seeing this scene, all the male demon players were shocked!

Damn it!

As expected of the ancient demon father!

I worked so hard and took so long to get a magic mark. When I get to Linggu’s father, I raise my hand and directly apply the magic mark?

Click to add one?

Is it so showy?

"Dad is awesome!"

"Father Linggu, you have been my father since ancient times. Do you think my contract is worth ten thousand yuan? Excuse me, I have two fathers, what’s wrong? Is there anything unreasonable?"

"Ancient Demon Dad is too powerful!"

"Ah ah ah, dad, I also want... the magic mark, my waist~~"

"Damn, you are so disgusting! But... the magic marks are also small.~~~"

"Ah ah ah, let go of Brother Ye Feng and let me do it instead."

……

The male demon players were all excited and envious.

But then, a shocking scene happened again!

"2!"

"3!"

"10!"

"20!"

"28!"

……

In a short period of time, Ling Gu raised his hand and gave Ye Feng a total of 28 magic marks!

In just one breath, Ye Feng transformed from the super weak fighter with 60 magic marks before... to a super strong guy who could rival Bu Sao, who lost half the battle at the beginning with 88 magic marks!

"Ye Feng! Since you are a friend of my son, I will give you a gift! The dragon of destruction rises! From today on, I will stay in your right hand!"At this time, the ancient demon of Ming Mie chuckled, raised his hand and pulled out a true dragon's wronged soul from his endless sea of ​​Ming Mie, and branded it on Ye Feng's bandaged right arm.

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

……

This time, the players present were in a frenzy again!

"Damn it! Well, that seems to be the wronged soul of the real dragon?"

"This time, Brother Ye Feng's bandaged arm...didn't he really have a power that defied the heavens?"

"Ahhhh, I want it too!!!"

……

The male demon players all cried, and they were all so jealous that they wanted to rush forward, kick Ye Feng away, and take it for themselves!

"This is a magic gun polished by the claws of an ancient beast that I killed! Since you are the son of this demon and a friend of the Monkey King, I will give it to you! With your current strength, you can at least exert a power close to that of a ninth-level magic weapon!"Wanzhong Ancient Demon grabbed hold of the void, and grabbed a dark magic gun covered with bloody lines from the space. He threw it away and landed in front of Ye Feng.

"Ahhhh! Hurry!"

"Ahhhh! envy, jealousy, hate!"

"Jealousy drives me to pieces!"

……

Seeing this scene, all the players were shocked again, and their mentality had undergone hundreds of millions of subtle changes.

We are all monsters and bunnies too!

Damn, why is Brother Ye Feng so happy?

The three ancient demon fathers took turns to fuck him?

WTF?

Why... can't you replace yourself?

I also want the love of the ancient demon fathers! Ahhhhh!

Amidst the cries of ghosts and howls from the players, Ye Feng picked up the magic gun, raised his bandaged arm, and stood in front of the magic wave.

"Mo Bo, now, I will have a fair fight with you!"Ye Feng spoke lightly, and the powerful ancient demon aura on his body suddenly exploded!

The bandage on his left hand fell, and the Dragon of Destruction suddenly emerged. Its power is almost close to the ninth level!

And the magic gun in Ye Feng's right hand has boundless evil energy, and it is also close to the ninth level. The terrifying power!

At this time, Mo Bo’s mind was full of question marks

"？？？"

A fair fight?

Fair enough, sir!

Damn it!

Three ancient demon masters give you blessings and strength, but you dare to say that this is a fair fight?

Although Mo Bo wants to curse out a thousand curse words!

But when it came to my mouth, I held it all back!

"calm!"Mo Bo took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Although Ye Feng in front of him was blessed with power by three ancient demons, no matter what, Ye Feng only had eighty-eight demon marks! At most, he was an eighth-level demon. Strength!

And he is a real ninth-level one!

Mo Bo can tell at a glance. This is not because the Linggu Ancient Demon does not want to add more magic marks, but because Ye Feng's body can only bear so many magic marks! It can give A half-demon rabbit with so many demonic marks can still stabilize its body from exploding. Only the Linggu Ancient Demon can do that!

"This demon can do it. Ninety-six demon marks can deal with a mere eighty-eight.……"While Mo Bo was still talking to himself, Wan Tong Ancient Demon spoke.

"88 to 96, this is not fair! Come on, I'll take a little action!"Wan Tong Ancient Demon spoke calmly and waved his hand!

Red pupils appeared on the eight magic marks on Mo Bo's body. In just one breath, the power of Mo Bo's eight magic marks was completely blocked!

"boom!"The aura of Mo Bo suddenly plummeted, from a ninth-level demon to an eighth-level demon!

This time, Mo Bo also turned into eighty-eight demon marks, which was exactly the same as Ye Feng's number of demon marks.

Suddenly Mobo feels bad all over.

How can he still do this on horseback?

Isn't this fair?

WTF！

"You are cheating! This is a bully! This is horse riding……"Mobo was angry, roared angrily, and couldn't bear it anymore!

But the next moment……

"Phew!"The demon wave was held by Ye Feng with a magic gun, and he shot through the demon body!