Just as they were about to open their mouths to warn Lin Kunkun, Lin Kunkun seemed to know what they were thinking, his eyes were fixed on them, and he bowed his head slightly.

What does this mean? The master doesn't know what it is? Yes, he has never seen the "Nine Heavenly Gods**", not even in the literature, and he and others have not described it. But what did the master mean by nodding? He knew all this? Did he believe in Long Dingsheng? Or did he give this "Nine Heavenly Gods" to Long Dingsheng? They were completely confused......

"This ...... Could this be a problem?" asked Liu Shijie worriedly.

"Probably not!" Liu Suifeng hesitated.

"Absolutely not!" Lei Hanzhu was very sure, "We can't see through the master, he is the most hidden person I have ever seen, maybe he has his thoughts! But I'm sure that Long Dingsheng will definitely not be able to hurt the master." Let's focus on the matter in front of us, any of us must take the premise of protecting our own safety, I believe this is also the master's intention!" Lei Hanzhu wrinkled the delicate skin between his eyebrows and said, feeling a little bitter in his heart. said so, but the strength of the other party is still too strong.

"You have always been my eldest brother!, in the past, now, and even in the future!" Lin Kunyan whispered to Long Dingsheng, in addition to resolute or resolute in his tone.

Listening to Lin Kunyan's words, the uneasiness in Long Dingsheng's heart was swept away, and the warmth from his heart turned into an irrepressible smile on his face. When he turned to look at the enemy, he was full of fighting spirit.

"Ready?" Lang Fanyuan asked lightly, as if this magnificent battle was just a dispensable game for him.

"Please advise!"

"You guys should be careful, too!" said Lang Fanyuan, turning his head to his subordinates, and his body disappeared into the standing position. When he appeared, he was already above Lin Kunkun's head, and his right fist smashed towards Lin Kunkun's head with earth-shattering might.

Long Dingsheng couldn't take care of Lin Kunyan, because when Lang Fanyuan disappeared, the five black-clothed people behind him also moved, aiming directly at Long Dingsheng.

Facing Lang Fanyuan's earth-shattering punch, Lin Kunkun did not resist, it seemed that at this moment, he was completely shocked by the other party's momentum. Motionless, he didn't have time to react, and let his fist beckon to his body. In the blink of an eye, the fist came to the front, and it was too late to react at this time.

Just when everyone thought that Lin Kunkun was a false appearance, and the battle was over. Lang Fanyuan's fist seemed to be hindered by the invisible air, and it stopped above Lin Kunyan's head, unable to advance an inch. There was only a piece of paper between the fist and the head, and even Lin Kunyan's jet-black hair driven by this strong fist wind swept over Lang Fanyuan's fist.

Lang Fanyuan's fist seemed to have a fluctuating liquid before, and it was this thin piece of liquid that resisted his powerful fist. The blow was ineffective, but Lang Fanyuan's movements were fast, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to the place where he was standing before. Looking at Lin Kunyan with a smile, endless coldness flashed in his eyes that were densely packed into a slit.

"Got a helper?"

"Come out! You've been waiting for a long time! Come out and let the director of this play meet you! You still have to have the politeness you should have!" Lin Kunyan said loudly, and he also greeted Lang Fanyuan's coldness with a smile on his face.

A figure appeared beside Lin Kunkun, his appearance was so abrupt that except for Lin Kunkun and Lang Fanyuan, no one knew when he appeared, as if he had been standing by Lin Kunkun's side from the beginning of this incident.

This is a stout middle-aged man, and his height of almost two meters makes him feel like Tarzan is overwhelmed even if he doesn't do anything. Unlike taller people, it looks like a bamboo pole swaying in the wind. He was strong, dark-skinned, and his bare skin seemed to be made of steel, shining in the sunlight with a metallic sheen like steel. A burst of primitive savage aura filled the heavens and the earth with his appearance.

"You are?"

"The Great Power Lord God Big Cave Mu Chi!Or you can call me the Bull Demon King!" said the Bull Demon King coolly, as if he would use up a little more of the power in his body if he said one more word.

"You told him my ultimate goal?" asked Lang Fanyuan.

"That's good!" the Bull Demon King replied, turning his head sideways to look at Lin Kunkun, "Now you believe it, you can see the evidence I gave!"

"Hehehe, why is a big man so stingy? If I tell you, I will believe it when you tell me, don't you sound a little happy?" Lin Kunyan glanced helplessly at the humanoid giant beast beside him.

"Yes!" The Bull Demon King didn't want to talk to Lin Kunyan, he didn't know how humorous his words were in the ears of others. Completely destroyed his fierce majesty.

"Do it?" the Bull Demon King asked.

"Do it!" The banter on Lin Kunyan's face disappeared in an instant, and the eyes that looked at Lang Fanyuan were extremely serious. The stone heart in his chest beat rapidly, and the blood flowed rapidly to every corner of his body, almost coming out of his body. Not because of fear, but because of excitement, irrepressible excitement and excitement, a man's heartfelt excitement about fighting, or the excitement of a challenge that is beyond his ability.

He didn't take the initiative to attack before because his own ability was too different from Lang Fanyuan, but the arrival of the Bull Demon King made Lin Kunkun completely forget about this caution. He couldn't restrain that kind of fighting blood**, besides, he didn't intend to restrain it at all now.

The words fell, and Lin Kunyan's body suddenly appeared in front of Lang Fanyuan. The figure that was so fast in place did it begin to fade away when Lin Kunyan's body appeared in another place—afterimage!

Lin Kunyan's attack poured down on Lang Fanyuan's body like a raging storm, and he had never been in the habit of using weapons. The three-edged knife thorn that never left his body had already been put up by Lin Kunyan, and it was in the room of Dragon Island. When his cultivation reached such a level, the three-edged stab of the alloy would no longer be of any help to him, and even because he could not withstand the infusion of the true yuan, it would weaken Lin Kunyan's strength.

Fists are their best weapons, and when they don't find a weapon that really suits them, cultivators use their bodies to hit the enemy, and they would rather lack than overuse in order to be able to give full play to their strength and cause the most damage to the enemy......

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(Tianjin)