Invincible Leveling King

"What about heroines, you should be happy today. The plaques of the Megatron Museum have been taken away by us. It is estimated that they will be depressed for a long time."

Lin Fei and Charlene returned to the suite.

Lin Fei casually put this plaque in the corner.

This plaque still has some value, after all, there is still a trace of spiritual power left on the Megatron Hall, that is to say left by a master of spiritual power.

Charlene also felt very exciting tonight.

Never before imagined that the martial arts world was so wonderful, Xia Lin actually became a master.

"Thank you Brother Lin, if you do, I can't beat them today."

Lin Fei said with a smile, "In fact, you are also very clever. As long as you learn more, you will naturally improve. I will take this plaque. It ’s no use for you anyway. As for you Just be careful in South Asia. "

Charlene nodded. "I will be careful. I am also a master now."

Charlene shook her fist vigorously.

Lin Fei is also very strong in Charlene, and can still be mixed in South Asia.

One more thing about this premise is that Lin Fei will take a trip to the Megatron Martial Art Museum.

Lin Fei wouldn't care if Charlene wasn't in South Asia, but when he leaves, who knows whether the Megatron Martial Arts Museum will do anything else.

So after Xia Lin went to sleep, Lin Fei left the suite and went straight to Megatron Hall.

He left a consciousness on the curator.

Lin Fei can easily know where the curator is.

The curator did not leave Megatron.

Today is a very bad day for Megatron Martial Arts Museum.

Because their plaque was taken away, the news has spread in circles.

The Megatron Martial Art Museum was ashamed and lost to his uncle's house.

Those colleagues will definitely take advantage of this opportunity to slander the Megatron Museum crazy.

Who would dare to say that the Megatron Martial Arts Museum was powerful and that it was taken away without seeing the plaque?

By that time, everybody knew that the Megatron Museum would not work.

The curator cursed Lu Hai and they scolded a dog's blood. As for the troublesome guys, they were all kicked out of the Megatron Armed Forces, and all their strengths were collected.

Waiting for them will be a very painful price.

As for the master, Lu Hai also suffered three curses from the curator and was lying in the hospital for more than half a year.

Even so, the curator's temper continued.

He also looked for someone to understand, that person is really not what he can deal with at one and a half, so he sat there sulking.

I opened a bottle of good wine that I wouldn't want to drink, so I had to borrow it first to relieve my sorrow.

"I still have a drink in the middle of the night. You're quite interested."

Lin Fei entered the curator's room.

The curator was drinking with a sullen head. He didn't even have a row of small peanuts in front of him. Hearing this sound uncontrollably, a shake of his hand was a series of things hitting and flying.

These things stopped when they flew in front of Lin Fei, as if blocked by a layer of power.

"Don't have such a bad temper, it's not easy to come here, but it's not for you to fight with you. Besides, can you really fight me?"

The curator looked up and finally recognized it. Isn't this the guy who left at night? Actually back again.

"What do you want to do? Don't think that our Megatron Armed Forces is so bullying, our backer, but the Kunlun secret place ..."

"Come on, don't talk about it, I'm not interested in Kunlun's secret realm. I'm here in the middle of the night. I just want to give you a few words of advice. It depends on whether you listen.

advice?

The curator certainly didn't want to listen anymore, but now everyone is standing here, coupled with his opponent's higher-level mental attack than him, his expression is cold.

"I'd like to hear what advice you can give us from Megatron."

In fact, the curator was very persuasive and really didn't want to play against each other.

There is really no chance of winning, but he has to suffer.

He is a master of qi training, and this is the real sorrow.

Fortunately, there was no one at this time, so I counseled, and no one knew, anyway, the curator comforted himself.

"My friend will be here in South Asia for a period of time. I know that your Megatron Armed Forces is quite capable, but if you hit your friends with your ideas, I don't mind slaughtering your Megatron Armour. By that time, the official Will be considered an accident. "

Was threatened.

The curator patted the table with a palm of his hand, "Dare you."

I thought it was a piece of advice. I didn't expect it to be a threat in disguise. He has been the curator for so long and has never heard such a word.

"It seems that you still don't intend to listen to my advice. That's okay. Let yourself slap yourself before you talk."

Lin Fei sat down on the sofa, and grabbed the bottle of red wine and flew over. "You guys will enjoy it. This bottle of red wine is not bad. It has a history of forty to fifty years."

Lin Fei fetched a wine glass, poured himself a half glass, and sipped it slowly.

As soon as the curator heard what the other person said, his face changed, and then he found that the whole person was unable to move.

Lift your left hand slowly, and shake your hand to slap your face.

This slap was amazing, almost knocking him out.

But he didn't move at all, just as if his feet had grown roots, and his right hand followed.

Slap again and say hello.

His face instantly became hot.

Poppy poppy.

Left slap, right slap, right slap, left slap.

After 10 slaps, the curator was a little stunned.

He was actually controlled by him, not even a little resistance.

He is a master of energy training.

"It seems that 10 slaps don't feel much, then 100 slaps are fine. Anyway, I have time tonight, and I will spend it with you slowly."

Lin Fei smiled and took another sip of red wine. The curator wanted to speak and found that he couldn't speak.

The left and right hands began to work again.

Very rhythmic sound, volts together in the room, fortunately no one at this time.

In addition, the curator of the curator's temper is not good today, even if someone hears the sound in the Megatron Museum, he will not come.

You don't want to go in and be a punching bag.

The curator could only slap himself with 100 slaps.

The whole face turned into a pig's face under these 100 slaps.

"Don't fight, don't fight. I accept this advice. As long as your friend is in South Asia for a day, we at Megatron will not ask her any trouble."

Lin Fei shook his head. "No, you misunderstood. What I mean is that if my friend has any trace of accidents in South Asia, then I will directly call you curator. The next time is not a slapped 100 It's simple, but I put 100 knives on my body. I think that your constitution should be able to support the 100 knives. "