Legend Of Dragon Lord

The morning light was faint, like a faint layer of foundation hitting Cecilia's slightly hearty face. A few strands of blond hair crawling on her cheeks softly. Her small cherry mouth was like a child sucking, making people want to kiss her.

Frank stared blankly for a while.

It was not that he had never seen a beautiful woman. Even more explicit temptations could be encountered almost every day when he was in a foreign country, and he had never been tempted. However, his heart was throbbing nonstop at this moment.

"What are you going to do?"

A sharp rebuke suddenly sounded. Frank frowned, turned and left, ignoring the sharp voice coming from behind.

The environment of the villa area was good, and the most important thing was he could meet beautiful women who also came out for morning exercises, which was very seductive.

After running ten laps and finding a quiet corner, Frank took a pose and started practicing pugilistic art. One move, one move, Frank focused on his movements, not daring to be sloppy at all. But in the eyes of others, he was just cramping. He beat continuously in the first second, and rolled on the ground in the next second, more neurotic than neuropathy.

However, they couldn’t see that with such neurotic movements, Frank’s body under his clothes was glowing with iron cyan luster. His muscles under the skin continued to roll and became stronger, the bones were further compressed with its density increased, and the blood was like a river running. A little bit of black stains mixed with sweat stains was on his head. It was fishy smell and unpleasant.

At the same time, the light around Frank became dim. It was not easy to see Frank.

Eleven minutes later, Frank stopped. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his clothes soaked with sweat, and white smoke came out of his head.

It took a long time before he calmed down.

Clenching his fists, Frank punched out suddenly.

Boom!

There was a big sound and ripples in the air. The trees in front of Frank fell suddenly, and the green leaves fell to the ground, clattering.

The corners of Frank's mouth were slightly tilted, and then his body shook rapidly, as if the picture on the TV was shaking at a very high speed, and layers of white mist emerged from him.

on Frank's body had long since disappeared. He became refreshing as usual. But

was clearly not something that humans could do. Ordinary humans simply couldn’t

it

to his previous pugilistic

beginning, he could only barely make one movement. Now he could practice for eleven minutes,

he practiced, the more he was

speculated that if he wanted to complete Anonymous Fist, it would take at least two hours, which meant that he had only done less

made him the best in the underground

function, it was to improve the

every time, the stronger he would be. Greater strength, faster speed, stronger reaction ability, lasting physical strength, sharper five

to a

willing to believe that

the living room. Cindy was speaking while Cecilia

the dining room, sat at the dining table, picked up a bun and took a bite. Ignoring Cindy's almost angry gaze, he admired, "Your cook is

She gritted her teeth

staring at her sister in the morning. If she didn't say anything, she didn't know what nasty behavior

you?" Frank asked rhetorically, glanced at Cindy back and forth. "Flat-chested. I have no interest in you.

it tastes delicious, eat more." Cecilia smiled awkwardly, and said to Frank while appeasing her sister who was about to

his hand, Frank picked up another

stood up angrily. She said

pissed off by

didn't actually aim at you

Cecilia explained quickly, apologizing.

He ate as he said, "My grandfather wants us

the

you. The reason why I came to you was forced by my grandfather. Either we get