Looking at the rows of young tribal people wrapped in sackcloth skins jumping behind him, Zhong Zhiqiang and Yadi, who were raised by Zhou Zhiwei, reacted.

The train had entered the abyss of Jian Cliff. From below, blood mist was shrouded in the dark abyss. There seemed to be a whirlpooling sound inside it, making everyone on the train feel numb while their scalp.

"Is this good for brother?"

Yadi, who was standing beside him, heard Zhou Zhiwei's words, pulled his head and saw the figure like a flaming eagle, feeling a little uncomfortable.

They all started their heads and postures, but they didn't jump. Now the rescuers are coming, the young tribes who are jumping down... At this time, everyone on the train also saw the figure flying in at a very fast speed, and looked at Zhou Zhiwei and the other three standing in a straight position, with a strange look.

"I hope is still there until the last moment."

Zhou Zhiwei was feeling a little moved with his hands on his back. He turned his head to look at the two of them, looking like a big brother, and pointed out to Jiangshan: "Don't make plans until the last moment. Look at those stupid people who jumped down. Not only will they die for life, they will also have to hike to fight on foot when they are alive."

The two brothers on the side were shocked. Didn’t this idea be made by you?

The best plan is to slander them like this now, brother, what about your conscience?

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The steel dragon horn with metallic light on the train head was slightly bent at the arrival of the mecha, until the dispersed steel wings of the eagle-like mecha stuck on the dragon horn, driving the train head to fly upwards, the branches above the steel horn were bent and clamped the steel wings tightly.

As the mecha Xuandiao continued to burn and inject energy on the train faucet, the speed of the entire train was slowly driven and gradually flew upwards.

The people in the train then slowly exhaled.

Some people cheered, some were excited, some were shouting, and some were crying with joy.

Yadi was shouting: "Is Sister Bao here?

Sister Bao, have you jumped?"

"I'm still alive, you two fools almost killed me..."                                                                                                                       �

At this time, there were only a few people in Zhou Zhiwei's carriage. Compared to the previous twenty, the young people in the tribe hugged and cried like brothers.

"Xiaoqiang, your mind is not good."

Seeing that the crisis had passed, Zhou Zhiwei rubbed the stains sprayed from black smoke on his body, looking at Zhong Zhiqiang, who was trembling in the carriage with his head covering his head: "Have you jumped yet? Why are you panic? I remember my brother's height from a height of 1,000 meters..." "Shh, has the elder brother's mecha flew away?"

Zhong Zhiqiang pulled Zhou Zhiwei's shorts and squatted down and said, "That mecha seems to be an inspector, and I feel familiar."

Zhou Zhiwei looked at Zhong Zhiqiang's guilty look and thought of the shrill scream in the black and white forest, as if there was the word bald. As he thought, Zhou Zhiwei's eyes gradually floated towards Zhong Zhiqiang's shiny head: "He is the supervisor who summoned you to recruit soldiers?"

"yes."

Zhong Zhiqiang was like an ant on a hot pan, sweating profusely: "I offended him, and he saw that he would definitely die without death. What should I do if my brother did!"

Zhou Zhiwei touched his chin and said, "Did he see your face?"

"No."

"That means he's only looking at your back and this obvious big bald head?"

Zhong Zhiqiang was anxious: "Brother, are you still kidding at this time? Life is at stake!"

"Don't panic, don't worry, let me think about it."

Zhou Zhiwei touched the hair on his head. After years of baptism, the wind blowing, and the black smoke swept, Zhou Zhiwei found that he was gone when he touched it. There was only black powder in his hand, which proved that he still had the goods before.

Zhou Zhiwei rubbed his head, his head was completely naked, but his eyes lit up: "Since his characteristic is bald, why not turn them all into bald?"

Zhong Zhiqiang began to be confused when he heard this, but when he followed Zhou Zhiwei glanced at the people in the train, he instantly realized everything.

So the two of them raised and fell with their hands. These young tribes who did not even have the courage to jump down had their bodies weak after the disaster. How could they withstand the destruction of Zhou Zhiwei and his two people?

In the carriage of Zhou Zhiwei, there were only six people, except Zhou Zhiwei, and they didn't have time to scream and fainted.

"Look at my hardening technique!"

In Zhou Zhiwei's surprised eyes, Zhong Zhiqiang pointed at the head of a comatose person.

In an instant, the scalp of the person who was clicked flashed with golden light, and the wind in the cracks in the interweaving vines of the carriage blew through, and hair flew inside the train, and a shiny head came out like this.

One after another, amid the evil laughter of Zhou Zhiwei and the others, everyone in this carriage was bald.

"This carriage is too obvious, let's go to the back!"

Under Zhou Zhiwei's command, in the intangible eyes of Bao Zhu and Yadi in the carriage behind, a group of four people fell down again, and then nodded one after another to light.

Just when Zhou Zhiwei and his friends took advantage of the fact that the young people from the tribe had not recovered and reached the seven or eight carriages, they left a bald head, as if they were addicted and wanted to touch them back.

As the train fell into the steel tracks at the edge of the sword cliff abyss, the sound of bumps and collisions suddenly woke up the young tribal man who was knocked unconscious in front of him and shaved into a bald head.

"What's wrong?

I feel groggy in my head.”

"Hiss~ Brother Wentai, why are your head naked?"

"Brother Bama! Your head..." "Who kills Qiandao is so crazy? My short hair, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Then accompanied by shrill screams and howls of ghosts and wolves, Zhong Zhiqiang on the train behind rubbed Zhou Zhiwei's body, and wiped the shiny forehead with one hand with black and gray.

Not to mention, I can’t see anything from a distance.

Zhou Zhiwei and the others did not panic, and touched the next carriage and pretended to be looking for someone to get into it. Zhou Zhiwei and the three men were thick-skinned. After a while, they called each other brothers and sighed about the remnant of the disaster.

He completely ignored the screams in front of him, and even the people in this carriage thought it was the abyss and didn't care.

The cliffs on the edge of the Jian Cliff abyss are steep, and only steel tracks are located straight in the cliff. This mud is not known as the sunset or the original appearance, revealing an orange-red blood light.

Rumbled one by one until the train crossed the cliff, and the air waves in front of him rolled, a wilderness came to his face, the smell of blood, the shouts of killing, huge rocks fell, and thunder rose everywhere. The huge figures in the wild battlefield, the smoke and dust brought by the giant shadow monster fighting with it swept like a sandstorm.

Zhou Zhiwei looked ahead, his pupils emitted a deeper light, and the heart furnace inside the steel body was unconsciously stimulated to run, and his chest was red as if it was burned.
Chapter completed!