Wang Lang was stunned for a moment when he got this answer.

I feel that this answer seems to be expected and expected.

That old and indecent person turned out to be the real realm of creation.

Suddenly I wondered why the masters I knew seemed to be inappropriate.

The Fire Demon stepped on the cigarette butt and turned to ask Wang Lang. "Did you bring the paper?"

"No, what's wrong?" Wang Lang asked.

"I was so nervous when I saw it, I couldn't hold it in my shit anymore."

“…”

Oh shit!

After all, he is also a big figure in the world. Because Mao is this virtue, it is really...

If you think about it carefully, it seems that it is just like this in front of Wang Lang, and it is a little normal in other places.

The Fire Demon felt that he could not hold it in his hands anymore, and he didn't care about that much anymore. "You can't hold it in anymore. Go and find a few pieces of Tukara for me to wipe my butt later."

"No, Tukara, can the stone be done?"

"Either okay." The fire demon covered his stomach and ran to a hidden place to shit.

Wang Lang searched for a long time but couldn't find it. Finally, he pulled two stones on a rockery and gave them to the Fire Demon.

Wang Lang, who was observing in the dark, suddenly heard a strange scream and looked back quickly. The fire demon in the dark cursed and raised his pants and came over to cover his anus and kicked Wang Lang's butt.

"How much hatred do you have with me?"

"What's wrong?"

"Broken." The fire demon covered the chrysanthemum.

"What's broken?" Wang Lang looked confused.

"butt."

"How can the butt be broken?"

"What do you think!" The fire demon energy came out and kicked Wang Lang again, "Damn it, pick up the thorny stone for me. I'm not an iron butt, how could it not be broken!"

Wang Lang hiding and hiding, letting the fire demon suck his anger.

There was a lot of fighting there, and murderous intent was overwhelming. Here, two old and young, who were playing here, were playing and making fun of each other, smiling, and they were also a pair of weirdos.

Wow!

A voice resounded throughout the Du family compound.

I saw Zhao Yuanba's spear come out like a dragon. From a distance, I could hear the sound of the spear in my hand. The red tassel on the tip of the spear directly swept off a large piece of Chang Ligui's flesh, which hurts when I looked.

Tong Yaru's mother raided behind her, and Zhao Yuanba's spear blocked her long sword stabbed by Tong Yaru's mother. She bent the spear into a U-shaped shape with both hands, then grabbed the spear with one hand and let go of the other hand, and the spear drew a beautiful arc towards Tong Yaru's mother.

Tong Yaru's mother held a sword to block the gun, and the elasticity of the gun body was too strong. With a bang, it was like a dragon waving its tail. Tong Yaru's mother rubbed the ground with her feet and was bounced away.

Zhao Yuanba dragged his gun forward, and several people followed him and ran for only three steps. Zhao Yuanba almost pierced Pan Chan's fat head.

The spear in your hand was provoked, and after a few breaths, the tip of the gun was densely spread into a long wall of spear tips, so don't be close to anyone.

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Chang Ligui suddenly made a move, and the chopstick bowl in his hand flew out at the same time. Chang Ligui followed behind, pouted and blew out a stream of red smoke, just like chili noodles.

He reached out and grabbed the chopsticks, and basically wiped the ground and spoke in front of him. He grabbed the chopsticks and headed towards Zhao Yuanba like he was holding two judges' pens. The angle was so tricky that it was unreasonable.

The palm-leaf fan in Feng Laogui's hand was spinning in his hand, and the palm-leaf fan played with a phantom in his hand. I wonder if it was an illusion, but I felt that Feng Laogui's palm-leaf fan seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

Zhao Yuanba slowly stepped back with a gun in his hand and suddenly shot out a shot.

He pierced through the palm-leaf fan, pierced the big bowl, and pierced the chopsticks.

The gun tip shook left and right.

It felt like it was at the same time, and it was thrust on the waists of Chang Ligui and Feng Laogui at the same time, and the two of them dodged to the side at the same time.

Pan Chan has a pair of fat hands that wrap the sky and the earth, and the legs seem to be rooted in the ground.

Zhao Yuanba's originally rusty spear was turned into a new one by Pan Chan.

"Legendary: Pan Chan's hands are different from ordinary people's hands. I saw that day, and it turned out to be different." The Fire Demon took a cigarette from the cigarette box.

"Why is it different?" Wang Lang reached out and smoked a cigarette.

The Fire Demon snapped his fingers and pointed at the cigarette.

"This guy's palm has barbs on his palm. Have you ever seen the tiger and leopard tongue? The palm of this guy's palm is exactly the same as the tiger and leopard tongue."

Wang Lang was stunned for a moment, "There are still people like this?"

The fire demon smoked, "This is his fortune."

Wang Lang seemed to understand what the creation in the realm of creation meant, but that feeling was fleeting.

Zhao Yuanba's hand was shaking and constantly, carrying five people alone. From a distance, he gave him a kind of person holding five guns and fighting five people across the face.

Donghai Shuzui Shan Qingkong held a harpoon and beat him very steadily.

The Fire Demon smiled, "The old guy Shan Qingkong has old injuries, otherwise the situation would not be like this."

Wang Lang listened with his ears on both sides and asked casually, "What are you hurt?"

"This old boy was young and energetic and fell into the trap of foreign thieves. He did not let foreigners hurt them. He had to plot against the people in his own territory. This old boy didn't believe in immortality. He came here just to see if the remnants of the foreign land could heal his old injuries. Otherwise, how could this old boy get involved in such a thing?" explained the Fire Demon.

Wang Lang slanted his eyes and fire demon, "Then what are you doing?"

The Fire Demon shook his hand and slapped Wang Lang on the neck, "How many times did you tell me that I am here to buy cigarettes!"

I believe in your evil!

This old and inappropriate person is really shameless.

The Fire Demon suddenly took a sip of smoke and slapped Wang Lang hard. Wang Lang thought that the old guy was choking and hurriedly patted the back. Who knew that the old guy pointed inside, "Look at your dog's eyes wide, look good, the unique skills of the Ziguang Pavilion gun technique, the rainy rain pear blossom!"

Wang Lang really wanted to burst out this old guy's anus now. The old guy couldn't say anything well. He insisted on hitting him.

Regardless of the Fire Demon, Wang Lang stared at Zhao Yuanba and the others over there.

I saw that Zhao Yuanba was getting faster and faster in his hand, and finally he felt like he was holding a cone gun in his hand.

These people fight with simplified the complex and did not have so many fancy things. They will inevitably kill people in an instant.

Zhao Yuanba suddenly shouted loudly!

My ears hurt from a distance.

Zhao Yuanba suddenly rose up from the ground and jumped to a height of five or six meters. Wang Lang really opened his eyes wide.

Zhao Yuanba turned around in the air, with the tip of the gun facing down, the tip of the gun was as dense as rain, floating and floating, all over the sky, full of Zhao Yuanba's guns, sharp guns, and murderous guns.

The cold light rolls, the murderous intent is surging.

The five people below were frightened at the same time and could not avoid it. They looked up and were full of gun tips, and everywhere they were all spear tips. They looked like thunder in the sky. They looked exactly like the ones in fantasy novels.
Chapter completed!