Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman put down his mobile phone. At first, he was thinking of bringing two immortal chefs over to give the natives a taste of immortal delicacies and slightly increase their lifespan.
But now... let's have a taste!
Let's see how I scare you to death tonight!
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On the same night.
The natives of the island gathered together.
Then, a tall and big native stood up. He was the leader of this rebellion.
He raised his arms and shouted, "Today, today, we must ruthlessly rebel against that demon!"
The eyes of the natives below immediately lit up, and they said, "Yes, we must rebel against him! Afterward, we must reduce his homework by half, no, by two-thirds or more! "
"Also, we mustn't go hungry for two meals at once. At most, we can only go hungry for one meal. Otherwise, I won't be able to hold on!"
"Yes, we can also hit the palm of the hand. At most, we can hit one hand. If both hands are hit, we won't be able to do our homework. "
The natives who had been gathered here began to loudly state their wishes. What a simple wish it was! At most, they could go hungry for one meal, or at most, they could hit one hand until it turned red, and they wouldn't forget to do their homework.
At this time, the tall and big native said in a grave tone, "Useless!"
"All of you are too useless! This time, we must rebel against that demon and overthrow him! Reducing our homework by one-third? How can that be enough? We don't want homework! "the tall and big native said in a grave tone.
The natives below were dumbfounded. Right, why do we need homework?
"We don't want homework, we don't want homework!" all the natives shouted.
The tall and big native continued, "Similarly, we don't want to go hungry, we don't want our palms to be hit, and we don't want to be hung up and beaten!"
"Don't go hungry, don't want our palms to be hit, and don't want to be hung up and beaten!" all the natives shouted.
If there was no homework, no palms to be hit, no stomachs to be hung up and beaten, and no food to be eaten, it would be a paradise!
"Therefore, we must rebel against him! We must overthrow his rule!" the tall and big native shouted. "Overthrow the cruel master of the island! Overthrow the cruel master of the island!"
All the natives felt their blood boil. "Overthrow the cruel master of the island! Overthrow the cruel master of the island! "
The tall and big native clenched his fists and assumed the pose of the (Times are Calling). "In that case, before we rebel against the cruel master of the island, let's do some warm-up exercises. Let's adjust ourselves to the best condition! "
Hmm … the main thing was that the Island Lord was so scary. Before the tall native made his move, he prepared to practice some divine arts to increase his courage.
Thereupon, the natives who had learned the (Times are Calling) lined up neatly, their eyes brimming with hope.
"One two three four, five six seven eight; two two three four, five six seven eight …"
Several hundred natives who knew how to use the (Times are Calling) danced around wildly, creating a majestic scene.
Is this what you call military morale? Anyway, that's what it meant.
The tall native was very satisfied, but he also felt a little regretful. "It's a pity that we haven't been training for long enough. We haven't reached the realm of punching and exploding the air as Master Joseph said. Otherwise, if he goes against the Island Master, he'll be beaten to the ground in minutes. "
Unfortunately, he couldn't wait any longer. The Island Master was too cruel. They had already been oppressed to their limits. Today, they had to resist. If they didn't, their vigor would be worn away. Even if they failed, they had to let the Island Master know that they were courageous and had ideals.
He didn't want to do homework!
Only the heavens knew how painful it was for him, a powerful shark-catching warrior of his tribe, to hold a brush and write with his calloused hands. When others wrote three characters, he could only write one character.
It was one thing to write with an ordinary brush, but whenever he had to learn how to write with a brush, he felt his thick and powerful arms trembling, and the strokes he wrote were all wavy.
Homework and whatnot, they were all damned!
After thinking up to this point, the tall native became even more determined to resist the Island Master.
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If these natives knew that Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman was planning to bid farewell to them tonight and even prepared a banquet for them, what would they think?
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After completing the set of the (Times are Calling), all the natives felt their bodies brimming with energy.
We can do it! We're no longer the same as before. We've already learned a godly technique, and we can surely overthrow the rule of the cruel Island Master!
"Let's go to the house of the Island Master!" The tall native waved his arm.
Thereupon, a large group of natives surrounded Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman's house under his lead.
However, due to Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman's dignity, the natives didn't dare to rush into the house.
"What do we do next? Should we charge in? "
"That's not good. What if it's a trap?"
"Let's charge in. The place is narrow, and we won't be able to display our advantage in numbers."
At this time, the tall native calmly pondered for a moment and suggested, "Then let's force the Island Lord out! Come, let's surround the Island Master's house and practice martial arts. Those who don't know martial arts, shout loudly. Let's see how long he can hide in the house! "
The natives all felt that it made sense.
Thereupon, the natives who knew how to use the (Times are Calling) arranged themselves into four square formations and surrounded the house of the master of the island.
"One two three four, five six seven eight; two two three four, five six seven eight …"
They began to do gymnastics.
First, keep upright, then raise your left arm sideways and look at your left hand.
In the next step, his right foot moved sideways into a bow step. At the same time, his left arm moved sideways and inwards to the front and down, looking at his right hand.
Then, his right leg returned to standing side by side. At the same time, he raised his arms sideways (palms facing outwards) and slightly raised his head.
Every breath he took was majestic.
Behind him, the natives who hadn't learned the (Times are Calling) shouted loudly to increase the morale of their side.
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Very soon, they had finished practicing half a set of the (Times are Calling), but there was no movement from the Island Master's house.
The natives started to feel somewhat uneasy.
At this time, the tall and big native pondered for a moment and suddenly thought of something. "The cruel Island Master must be afraid of us! Continue practicing the divine technique! If we shout louder, he will be afraid of us and hide in the house, not daring to come out! Let's make him afraid and force him to come out! "
After receiving encouragement from the tall and big native, the faces of the other natives brimmed with happiness. Their gymnastics became even more vigorous.
Clap, clap, clap.
The cruel Island Master was afraid!
Sure enough, the Island Master was also afraid of them, who had already practiced the divine technique.
After finishing the first set, they excitedly started the second set.
Everyone fell into their own fantasy world — a beautiful world without homework or corporal punishment.
A beautiful future was waiting for them!
"Come on, do it again! This time, we will advance step by step. While practicing the divine technique, we will move forward! Crash into the house of the Island Master! "the tall and big native shouted loudly.
Although he had only practiced the (Times are Calling) three times, he was so excited that his face was covered in sweat.
Thereupon, all the natives started the fourth round of chanting the (Times are Calling), advancing step by step.
The natives in the front row were about to barge into Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman's house.
Just then … a deafening explosion rang out in the distance.
Rumble ~ ~
The voice was like thunder, echoing in the air.
Then, there was the sound of waves, the sound of water churning.
The natives who were in the middle of unleashing their divine arts suddenly stopped, and the voices of the natives who were shouting behind them were also cut off.
"What happened?" The tall native asked in a deep voice. Thunder? It couldn't be. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. There was no sign of thunder or rain.
"It's the seaside! There's a pillar of water rising more than ten meters high!" A sharp-eyed native shouted.
"Who's going to take a look at what's going on?" The tall native shouted.
Just as they were talking, a young native ran over from the beach. "Oh no, we found the master of the island. The Island Master is at the seaside! "
The Island Master is on the surface of the sea, not in the house?
All the natives who had been performing the Times are Calling just a moment ago and thought that the master of the island was already afraid immediately felt embarrassed.
[The Island Master is at the seaside. Does the thunder have anything to do with him? ]
The tall native clenched his teeth and said, "In that case, let's go to the seaside and look for him. Maintain our imposing manner just now. We can do it! Think about the heavy homework, think about the food, and think about the fact that we won't be beaten up. Bring out our imposing manner! "
"That's right, the imposing manner just now!" all the natives said resolutely.
Thereupon, the natives majestically advanced toward the seaside, wanting to use their imposing manner to resist the master of the island!
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Very soon, a large group of natives rushed to the seaside in a threatening manner.
Then, they froze.
In their line of sight, the master of the island was standing on the seaside … the master of the island, who had always been wearing a black windbreaker and had a cool expression on his face, had now changed into a set of white training clothes and a pair of cloth shoes.
The master of the island seemed to be practicing.
The master of the island leaped high into the air, reaching a height of more than fifteen meters! Is this a height that a human can jump? What kind of joke is this?
Then, the master of the island, who was in midair, straightened his right leg and kicked repeatedly.
Chain kick?!
In the next moment, a terrifying thing happened.
The master of the island kicked repeatedly with the tip of his foot, releasing streams of pure white energy that could be seen by the naked eye.
After those streams of energy flew out, they actually transformed into the image of a dragon and a tiger in midair and crashed into the water.
This scene was simply unimaginable. This wasn't human at all.
Isn't this something that only a god can do?
Boom, boom, boom, boom ~
Rumble, rumble, rumble ~
When the dragon-shaped energy crashed into the water, a series of explosions occurred, directly leaving a whirlpool on the surface of the sea. The whirlpool lasted for five or six breaths, and the surface of the sea didn't recover for a long time.
When the tiger-shaped energy crashed into the sea, it exploded into a twenty-meter-tall pillar of water. The water pillar condensed and didn't disperse.
The roar of the dragon and the roar of the tiger was both cool and handsome.
The large group of natives, who were originally aggressive, were frightened.
If this kick of the master of the island landed on them, they would probably be kicked into meat paste, right?
Thinking back, when the master of the island conquered this small island, he had used his bare fists to seize the weapons of the island's warriors, then used his fists to knock them out.
Unexpectedly, he was actually so terrifying?
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