"Zhao Yuanba, the leader of Ziguang Pavilion, the spear leader!"

Donghai Shuuji Dan Qingkong's hand holding Dabao Sodmi froze.

The rest of the people had sudden pupils.

The word "Guan Kui" evokes memories of several people.

In the past, the world was full of colorful and talented. The sword saint Huangfu Ji defeated the bandits with one sword, and the sword emperor Pan Renfeng made a decision on his way home with one sword.

The two of them are too sharp, so they hide the light of many people.

Although one of them was shining, he was finally pressed down by the two of them.

The world rarely knows his name, but only gives him the title of Gun Ke.

It was snowing heavily that year.

There is a gun leader in the mountain city, and he is single-handed, and he takes the head of the enemy general among thousands of troops. He hangs the enemy leader at the gun head. Looking back, he shook the mountains and forests with an angry voice. He is the gun leader Zhao Yuanba!

Everyone thought that this man had been destroyed in the long river of history, but who would have thought that he was still alive, right here, right in front of everyone.

A gun, a man.

"I'm Zhao Yuanba! Who is going to seek death?"

The spear is twisted!

The six realms of creation actually took a step back at the same time.

Zhao Yuanba sat.

Six people stood.

The atmosphere is almost solidified.

Just because of one person, a gun.

"Why, six of us are still afraid of one of him?" Old Gui Feng shouted sternly.

"How dare you act rashly when a few fake realms?" Zhao Yuanba looked back at Feng Laogui and waved his hand casually, and headed towards Feng Laogui.

Hearing a bang, Old Gui Feng flew backwards.

Wang Lang's eyes were almost glaring out when he peeked in the distance.

Damn!

Still bringing this fun?

That's the realm of creation!

etc.

Just now, this old guy seemed to have said a fake state of fate. Is this thing still true or false? Then will the road I will take in the future be longer? Hamapi!

Logically speaking, Wang Lang's Kung Fu should be taught by Huangfu Ji, but Huangfu Ji has been missing for many years, so Wang Lang had to explore these things bit by bit by bit by bit. Today, after hearing the words of the old guy Zhao Yuanba, I feel that this path is a bit fascinated.

What is the difference between the forged realm and the true realm of creation? Zhao Yuanba should be the true realm of creation. From this point of view, the true realm of creation can beat the forged realm.

At first, I thought Du Zhang was probably just a pretty powerful trump card in his hand, but he didn't expect to be a serious trump card.

This is a damn master of the Ziguang Pavilion, the biological son of the old monster on the top floor of the Fengtian Mountain Loft. He thought Zhao Yuanba was dead, but he didn't expect to stay in this place.

The spear returned to Zhao Yuanba's hands.

Zhao Yuanba slowly stood up, and the six people tensed up at the same time.

But it was at this time.

The old Fire Demon, the old Pipi, suddenly spitted out a mouthful of phlegm, raised his hand and said, "I came out to buy cigarettes, I won't accompany you anymore, I'll leave first."

After saying that, this shameless old man turned his head and ran away, his speed was so fast that it was outrageous.

The remaining five were confused.

Can you still play like this?

If six people were fighting just now, it would be a bit unpredictable, so one left.

Donghai’s slap in the mouth Shan Qingkong was also laughing dryly, “Brother Yuanba, I’m going to have four misunderstandings, I’m passing by, haha, you guys play, I’ll leave first.”

"Don't leave when you come."

Zhao Yuanba lifted his spear backwards.

Pan Chan is a werewolf, and there are not as many birds as there are. At this moment, it seems that he is still in a state of being infatuated. The two lumps in his hand that are not known are extremely fast. The creaking sound makes people feel upset, "What are you afraid of, Pan him!"

The two things in his hand took action in a moment, and turned into two rays of light and came towards Zhao Yuanba.

Zhao Yuanba's spear was like a dragon. I don't know how this gun was built. When he was fired, he made a whimpering sound. It sounded very nice from a distance, but it didn't feel that way during the battle. The whimpering sound would only distract yourself.

Tuoba Lianyun, wearing two special iron gloves, attacked Zhao Yuanba behind him.

"Jiedu is four, four!" Donghai's broken mouth Shan Qingkong gritted his teeth. Tong Yaru's mother was dazzled by the sword shining with a long sword.

Chang Ligui, who was holding Hu La Tang, changed his seat for a while, and ate Hu La Tang casually, his eyes were looking for flaws. Pan Chan was really cruel, and his fleshy hands went up to the plate.

Six figures intertwined. Wang Langguang watched the fight and suddenly remembered Du Zhang. In the blink of an eye, Du Zhang disappeared, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

Du Zhang did not know how to achieve kung fu, and there was only one possibility that he could disappear so quickly, that is, Du Zhang went to the underground place of this room and could see no one in an instant, which proved that the entrance was not far from where Du Zhang had just sat.

But the place was currently in the fight between several big shots. Taking this opportunity, Wang Lang carried Ah B's wife and son first and sneaked out.

He found a place to hide the two of them. Wang Lang returned the same way, hid in the dark and observed, waiting for both sides to suffer losses. Du Zhang would not have much effort at that time, so Wang Lang would be able to get a bargain.

Zhao Yuanba is worthy of being called the Gungu. He has a long spear in his hand that runs through the north and pokes east and west, and is waving it so tight that he can't help the five people find a breakthrough. He fights five, and he can even match it.

Wang Lang squatted while squeezing, and suddenly smelled a cigarette. He turned around and saw an old shameless person squatting beside him smoking.

"Didn't you run away? Why are you back?" Wang Lang glared at the fire demon.

The Fire Demon laughed, "I just remembered that I bought the cigarette, so I came back to see what the hell is doing here?"

"Then the fisherman gained profit?" Wang Lang spoke.

The fire demon shook his hand and slapped Wang Lang on the neck, "Who are you thinking of me as a damn person? Is I the shameless person?"

"I don't know if it's the kind of shameless person. Anyway, I must be one of the shameless people." Wang Lang muttered.

The Fire Demon ignored Wang Lang, but smoked a cigarette and watched the fight there. "There is indeed a gap between the real creation realm and the fake realm."

Hearing this sentence, Wang Lang immediately asked the question he wanted to ask just now.

"Senior, what is the difference between the real creation realm and the fake creation realm?"

"What's the difference between you're blind?" The Fire Demon cursed in a grudge.

Wang Lang really wants to give this old and unreasonable aphrodisiac.

"I mean, there is a fundamental difference, and of course I can see which one is great."

The Fire Demon took a sip of smoke, "Oh, you are asking this, I don't know either."

Seeing Wang Lang's disgusting expression with his eyes squinted, the Fire Demon slapped Wang Lang in the back of the neck, "What kind of expression is this? If I knew it, I would not be able to beat him? This kind of thing is so mysterious. No one can tell the real world of creation in the world. How could I know that even your master's shameless person can't say it."

Wang Lang rubbed his neck.

I don’t know where this old guy got the confidence to say that others are shameless.

"Senior, then to say that, most of the realms of creation in the world are fake realms?" Wang Lang asked with his neck stretched out.

The Fire Demon nodded casually.

"How many are there?" Wang Lang asked again.

"I only know one."

"who?"

"Song doesn't ask."
Chapter completed!