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"It's really your style."

Meng Yu appeared beside Wang Jin, tilting his head to look at him.

Powerful, confident, incredible.

These qualities are perfectly integrated in Wang Jin, making him full of charm.

No one can guess what this man will do next second.

"You think I'm too messy?"

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows with a faint smile on his face.

Make Wangcai look like Yang Gao to attract attention, and sneak in to use the secret ritual by himself.

And the qigong cannon that seemed exaggerated just now was the optimal solution.

Every step of Wang Jin has been carefully considered to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

"No, I'm just worried that this situation cannot be reproduced."

Meng Yu shook his head and expressed his thoughts.

Only by raising the pollution of the dream world to the highest level can Wang Jin make that unexpected attack.

It takes a long time to prepare, and it is impossible to get the timing just right every time.

In addition, Meng Yu was also a little worried about Wang Jin's mental state.

After gaining the power of evil, he has a faint connection with the dream world, but this is not a good thing.

This exposes him to more pollution.

The higher the concentration of pollution in the dream world, the stronger the power of the abomination.

Because his power comes from the dream world.

But the abomination shouldn't be a human being.

Wang Jin couldn't ignore the pollution, he would lose consciousness and even go into inescapable madness.

This is the price.

"Don't worry, I don't plan to use it a second time."

The young man spread his hands and showed a helpless smile.

He also knew that it was dangerous to do so, but judging from the results, it was definitely worth it.

Killing five or six powerful opponents in one go will be of great help to the next action.

"I have to go, thanks for your help."

Wang Jin looked at Meng Yu with a smile, and gently opened his hands.

The latter didn't say much, just tapped his chest lightly with his fingers.

Wang Jin's consciousness was instantly blurred, as if he had fallen into a dark ocean.

After being lost for a while, he opened his eyes suddenly.

"You look bad."

There was a faint warmth coming from behind, and the girl's voice was full of worry.

"nothing."

Wang Jin touched Ah Zi's slightly pale face, and forced a smile.

The warmth from her can slightly dispel some pollution, and it is also because of this that he dares to mess around.

After feeling the power of the gods in the dream world, Wang Jin only had four words in his mind.

Better not.

Originally, he could still enjoy himself with the qigong cannon, but the price was only a little inspiration.

But now, the connection between the abomination and the dream directly poured pollution into Wang Jin's inspiration.

This is why he fell into a coma directly after rescuing Zhao Guangming.

"Well, it's okay to control it."

Wang Jin scratched his head and tried to get up from the ground.

He temporarily took off the uniform of the same style of the governing bureau, so as not to be seen by the audience.

"No. 17."

Wang Jin searched the place where those people disappeared, and stuffed a few strange things into his backpack.

"call"

Taking a deep breath, Wang Jin took another step.

He is not a god, just an ordinary person who gets tired.

Killing seventeen by one person is almost the limit.

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There was no sound in the auditorium.

As the game progressed, more and more players gathered together.

Therefore, the large screen does not need to be divided into so many areas.

But now, almost half of the positions are occupied by that figure.

Wang Jin.

His footsteps were a little tired, and his figure began to wobble.

But he is still moving forward.

Of course, it wasn't his tenacious fighting spirit that silenced the audience.

Compared with this, they wanted to know what Wang Jin did just now.

"Quick! They're out!"

Seeing those figures appearing on the edge of the ring, the crowd instantly boiled up.

They looked at the leading shark, and you asked each other.

"What happened? What happened?"

"Bah, shit."

The fat man spat, his originally kind face was full of murderous intent.

"I was killed by that kid in one sentence."

"what?"

The auditorium was silent for a while, and then all cast puzzled looks at Ma San.

"Don't look at me, I was bombarded by Wang Jin who turned into a Saiyan with qigong."

The long-faced man spread his hands, looking helpless.

"Me too."

"That's right."

The few remaining people nodded, proving that Ma San was not lying.

"what?"

The auditorium fell silent again.

They only saw that Yang Gao, who was talking, suddenly turned into a pile of black things, and ran away wriggling.

But the others suddenly fell asleep before they had time to speak, and they slept soundly and sweetly.

In a sense, they are really sleeping to death.

"Wang Jin, can he kill someone in his dream?"

After a moment of silence, someone opened his mouth to guess.

Obviously, this guess is not reasonable.

It's as unreasonable as killing that fat man full of murderous looks, and killing four or five strong men with a qigong cannon.

"These people have obviously been beaten into a fool. Can you think about it before speaking?"

Almost instantly, another person refuted his guess.

"It's stupid to support it."

"Ah, don't worry about that, don't you think this kid is actually very strong?"

"Pure passer-by, don't start wars and don't recruit gangsters, Wang Jin is not only strong but also handsome."

"The support is cool."

"what"

A slightly hoarse laughter came, and a mobile phone was held up high.

The audience turned their eyes to the owner of the hand.

It's the girl with heavy makeup.

She was killed by Wang Jin's mirror ghost before, and she couldn't even be killed.

Just when everyone thought this woman was about to say something shocking, she spoke slowly with a smile on her face.

"Prince of Paradise has raised the price again."

"What? I got rich!"

"It's not a loss to start now! I'll buy a few more!"

The crowd boiled again, but the topic of discussion went in a strange direction.

"hiss"

Han Dong in the jury seat frowned, with a complicated expression on his face.

He knew that those people were not lying, nor were they beaten stupid.

After all, he has seen with his own eyes that Wang Jin can really make a qigong cannon.

"It's a smart move."

After thinking about Wang Jin's actions for a while, Han Dong found this young man more and more interesting.

When the truth is absurd enough, people are more willing to believe their own guesses.

Coupled with a little bit of public opinion control skills, Wang Jin perfectly concealed his own strength.

"Why don't they believe it?"

Shark sat in the corner and looked at Ma San helplessly.

They are enemies in the siege, but there is no contradiction in reality.

"Well, this world is like this, but no one will believe the truth."

The long-faced man sighed, looking depressed.

"Dude, I believe it."

A huge hand patted Ma San's shoulder, and Leonard nodded at him with a strange expression.

He suddenly felt a little sympathetic to these unlucky people who were still counted by Wang Jin after they were eliminated.