Korea is far less than the island country.


    But there is a technology that is very famous in the world, that is the legendary plastic surgery.


    One of the four legendary Asian magic arts, Han Bangzi''s plastic surgery, Thailand''s transsexual surgery, island''s makeup surgery, and Chinese PS!


    This skill is really earth shaking.


    Even if you were a flower yesterday, today can make you an international star and step onto the world stage


    "Whoosh...!"


    Ning Tao breaks through the sea of clouds and stands over Seoul.


    This is like a giant iron and steel, with dense tusks stretched up, uneven, a colorful torrent shuttling between the teeth, the slightly flashing lights, looks like a matchbox.


    "Mr. Mo, your spirit is not stable now. You''d better have a good rest first. There''s no problem here," Ning Tao said to his spine.


    Mo Yuntian nodded weakly. Now he really can''t consume too much, which is to consume his strength and immediately integrate into the deepest part of his spine.


    "Here you are, little fellow...!"


    Soon, the spine will lose any movement, but vaguely feel a wave of spirit.


    Ning Tao carefully put his spine into the deepest part of the Yangling ring. The soul is a special existence. It can also be regarded as a kind of dead object. Naturally, he can receive the ring.


    As for what Mo Lao told him about the earth, he left it behind for the time being. If all these are true, his power is not enough to touch it. Once he touches it, it will be endless trouble.


    If you go to the Holy See, you are already one of them.


    Helplessly shook his head, slowly flew down, identify the most iconic Samsung family company direction, a luxury skyscraper.


    What he wants to do now is to fight the world. There are not so many other things. Li Bingbing, Zhou Ru and Han xuenu are still hiding in the world of witchcraft because they are not peaceful. They need to get back as soon as possible.


    Li Yan, it''s your end


    "Step on...!"


    Walking out from a corner, Ning Tao goes straight to the bottom of the building, carrying a pair of hands to send out the power of the spirit. He only kills Li Yan, and does not hurt the innocent.


    "Get out of my way, you are in my way, a non mainstream is coming here to join in the fun," said a young man with a celadon pickle jar.


    But this push, there is a surge of anti earthquake.


    Young man is just an ordinary person. Fortunately, he doesn''t have enough power to push. This shock just makes him fall down a butt.


    B $is the R version of "P


    " bang! "


    But with a crisp sound, the celadon jar broke.


    The social elites who were about to go to work all around were shocked, and a sour smell of pickles came to their faces, which proved that they were old craftsmen.


    As soon as they saw the young man, many people immediately exclaimed, "well, isn''t that the young master of Tianle group, Jin Xuanfu? Why is he here again?"


    "Well, I''m sure I''m trying to please the young lady with pickles again. But this non mainstream is miserable. I dare to break master Jin''s jar. No one dares to do this except the young lady."


    The onlookers whispered, their faces were full of schadenfreude, a banter of watching a good play.


    Sure enough, when Jin Xuanfu saw that the celadon altar was broken, he immediately opened his eyes and said angrily, "don''t you have eyes? You dare to bump into me in such a big square."


    "This is the pickle my grandmother made for me. This jar alone is hundreds of thousands. How dare you break it? I don''t know I want to give it away..."


    Ning Tao frowned. He was not used to the taste of pickles. He said immediately, "are you blind or have bubbles in your brain? It''s clear that you pushed me on purpose."


    "Ah Xi, I''ll push you?"


    "Who the hell dare to talk to you like this? You pushed me and broke the pickles I wanted to give you. You told me it had nothing to do with you."


    "Is it all my fault that I bumped into you and broke the pickles on purpose," Jin Xuanfu said with a glare.


    Ning Tao thought for a while, and even nodded: "almost, it should be like this."


    "What, ha ha...!"


    A crowd of onlookers sneered. This non mainstream even dared to shirk its responsibility. It didn''t look at who was in front of it and tried to find the blade.


    Jin Xuanfu laughed angrily and pointed to himself arrogantly: "boy, do you know who Ben Shao is?"


    Hearing this, Ning Tao sneered and said, "do you know who I am?"


    "You?"


    A crowd hears speech all strange rise.


    Looking up and down, alas, I really found that he was like a man, with crystal silver hair, platinum clothes, and a robe behind him, which was from top to bottom It''s the man in the live broadcast.


    The man from the flat island country and the United States.


    Jin Xuanfu picked his eyebrows, crossed his waist and said sarcastically, "do you want to say that you are the Chinese silver sword God who appeared in the live broadcast the day before yesterday?"Well


    Ning Tao scratched his head. It seemed that he was himself. He immediately took the negative hand and said: "yes, that sword God is our league..."


    "Ah Xi, do you want to die? You dare to cheat me. Believe it or not, I will break your leg every minute and throw it into the street."


    Jin Xuanfu and many elites sniff.


    "I''m true. Don''t you think I''m not like you? You can''t find a second one in the world," Ning Tao said with a coquettish shake of her hair.


    "Don''t stop me. I''m the silver haired sword God. Ah Xi, you''re very annoying. Let me see Mengmeng. Don''t force me to do it, or I''ll beat you all down."


    A silver haired man struggled to be pulled out by a bodyguard.


    It seems that this person has been involved in Samsung, but he has been pulled out, and people are used to it. This is the tenth time in recent days.


    "Don''t make me do it, or I''ll..." Before he finished speaking, he was directly hit on the chest by a black bodyguard. The silver haired man with painful face was twisted and pulled out like a dead dog.


    Ning Tao a face is stunned, that silver hair person likens extremely oneself, almost the appearance of the spirit likeness 78 Fen.


    "How could that be?"


    "Don''t think I don''t know," said Jin Xuanfu, holding his arm to one side, "that''s why you have to be a silver haired sword God to have a look at Mengmeng. I don''t understand that you idiots really treat other people as idiots."


    "Plastic surgery "Who am I?" Ning Tao is surprised, opened clairvoyant eye to sweep, discover true so.


    It''s amazing that someone has a face lift just like him.


    After thinking about it, it''s almost clear, just like other people are afraid of a big devil, and if you become him after plastic surgery, no matter what, others will be afraid.


    Helplessly shook his head a smile, immediately no longer pay attention to, this is a trivial matter for him.


    But when Jin Xuanfu saw this, he immediately gave a cold hum, pointed to the pickles on the ground and said: "boy, I''m too lazy to pay attention to other things, but I''ll give you an explanation, otherwise, you''ll die."


    "Ha ha, what does it have to do with me that you fell? You look like a person. How can you learn to touch porcelain?" Ning Tao said faintly.


    "Don''t you dare to say that I touch porcelain? Do you know who benshao is? Benshao disdains to pick up all the money on the ground. You dare to follow benshao even if you are not a mainstream. Are you tired of living? "Jin Xuanfu said grimly.