"......" No one responded, and the thug who pulled out his sword was still sluggish.

"Hey!" Wen Jin said dissatisfied, "Since you can't hurt me, then pull out the sword, it hurts!" ”

The thug recovered from his sluggishness, suddenly realized, and drew his sword at once.

There was not a trace of blood on the wound.

The thug raised his sword and stabbed again, the sword emitted a cold light, this time he used more force, turned into an afterimage, and quickly stabbed towards Wen Jin.

"Good, good. Fast enough, fierce enough! Wen Jin said with a smile, and then stretched out two fingers, clamped it, and suddenly performed an empty-handed white blade. The sword didn't move in his hand, and even if the thug tried to pull it back, it was still as steady as Mount Tai.

"With the same trick, I won't hit two moves in a row!" Wen Jin shook his head and said quite smugly.

"Martial arts practitioners?" The thug thought silently, stretched out one hand, and slapped it horizontally, bringing a gust of wind.

"Martial arts practitioners?" Wen Jin was awe-inspiring, and he also stretched out his hand and slapped it.

The thug looked up, with a hint of pity in his eyes. Wen Jin also raised his head and met his eyes. The eyes of the two met in the air, sparks scattered, and the base was full of emotion - bah, blah, passion.

And then...... There was a hint of obsession in the gangster's eyes, and Wen Jin's face was so fucking good-looking.

Wen Jin's originally serious gaze, when he saw the eyes of the gangsters, he suddenly collapsed, and he shivered and got goosebumps.

"I'm a man!" Wen Jin gritted his teeth and repeated, "It's a man!" ”

At this time, the wind pressure generated by the two palms against each other swept violently, and the wind blew, blowing away Wen Jin's "hair", and even blowing his words into pieces.

The thug suddenly said with fiery eyes: "You and other martial arts practitioners can be called my lifelong enemy, but this is the end of it!" ”

Wen Jin's eyes were serious: "You and other martial arts practitioners can also be compared to my temporary enemy, but this is the end of it!" ”

The two exchanged eyes.

Gangster: "Hey! ”

Wen Jin: "Ha! ”

A flash of thunder flashed on the gangster's hand, and the thunder and lightning were like a poisonous snake spitting letters, pushing forward in a spiral around his shoulder, making a crackling sound, and then shining at the junction of the two palms, making Wen Jin's hand, who was still facing the palm, feel a trace of numbness.

Wen Jin: "......" and so on, I didn't use "Fang Yuan Yu Lei Duel" myself?

Then he understood,, this bastard is an immortal cultivator? It can't be a lie, right?!

But then, he had a flash of inspiration and figured out a lot of things.

This bastard is the leader!

The thunderbolt led the thugs to Wen Jin's hands and crawled towards him-

Immediately, it disappeared into Wen Jin's body like a stone sinking into the sea.

Gangster: What's going on with "......"? It stands to reason that Wenjin should be burned to charcoal, right?

Wen Jin smiled contemptuously, he stretched out his finger and shook it at the gangsters: "Playing thunder and lightning, you are not qualified enough!" ”

At this time, the gangster lying on the ground was shocked, there was such a powerful little brother under his command?

Suddenly, his waist was no longer sore, his stomach was no longer painful, he gave a thumbs up to the immortal cultivator gangster, and showed a smile, his snow-white teeth shining in the sun: "Come on, defeat him gorgeously!" ”

"You don't need to say it!" , The little gangster who cultivated immortals disdainfully sent out a lightning strike at the gangster leader, and the thunder and lightning struck down from the air out of nothing, causing the gangster leader to let out a miserable scream and fall to the ground with a plop.

The gangster's head was injured and his head was injured, and he cried aggrievedly, why was it always me who was hurt?

He held back his tears and wanted to cry without tears, but he still greeted the sunset and smiled warmly: "In this world, you must always have hope!" ”

Wen Jin is speechless, these words came out of your mouth, and the style of painting has changed! Think about your bad deeds, and then think about your personality!

Wen Jin turned to look at the cultivator thug and smiled: "Compared to using thunder, you are a younger brother!" ”

"Fang Yuan Yu Thunder Duel" was running at full speed, and the spiritual power in Wen Jin's dantian was surging, and a handful of spiritual power was transformed into violent thunder and lightning, raging and expanding in his body. In his inward perspective, the golden thunder and lightning that was as brilliant as divine power surged endlessly, crawling all the way down his abdomen to his mind, and his divine consciousness was lit up with a bang.

The bright yellow lace in his eyes flickered.

Like an ancient dragon, his eyes turned into golden golden pupils, and his condensed divine power was like a giant looking down on the earth, looking at the immortal cultivators—

The thugs were shivering.

Wen Jin stretched out his hand and shook it, a thunder swelled into a thunderball, and he shook it in front of the little gangster, that expression was extremely cheap, like - look, I have what you have, I have what you don't, and mine is better, how about it, are you angry or angry? It's useless to be angry!

Little gangster: "......", this guy is actually an immortal cultivator? You can't lie to anyone, right?!

Moreover, this little gangster is at most a little bean in the early stage of Qi training, and Wen Jin is a behemoth in the middle stage of Qi training-Wen Jin thought shamelessly.

He pushed out the thunderball, and in an instant, the golden thunderball was scattered into tens of millions of "thunder strips" at once, and suddenly it was like thousands of rain falling to the ground, but it did not make a jingle as crisp, but a sound of electric shock.

The lightning struck the thugs smoothly - he tried to dodge, but the lightning was so fast that it flew in front of the thugs in the blink of an eye - causing him to convulse like an electric shock.

This blow Wen Jin retracted his strength, otherwise he would have been able to burn him to charcoal, and then dissipate into ashes, and then be blown by the wind, and the hula would be blown away—Wen Jin thought proudly.

The thug was electrocuted into a "black man", like a coal worker who had just come out of a mine, with his hair rising straight up to the sky - yes, no hairstyle. The thug smoked, exhaled, spit out a mouthful of soot, lost his strength, and fell to the ground limply.

The thug half-leaned on the ground, covering half of his face with one hand, complaining like a bullied little daughter-in-law: "I hate it, you bully others!" ”

Wen Jin's face darkened, his hands were wrapped around his body and rubbed, and he felt goosebumps.

The thug observed Wen Jin's face, compared his hands to an orchid finger, and said angrily: "You are a negative man, you don't apologize when you bully others, are you sorry?" ”

At some point, a group of passers-by surrounded the two of them - most of them were gangsters - Ying He said: "Yes, you are not sorry, you are not sorry!" ”

Wen Jin's face was helpless, he stepped forward, stretched out his hand and pulled the cultivator gangster: "Okay, okay, I apologize." ”

The little thug who cultivated the immortals had a happy face: "I have been tricked into you!" With one hand, he sent the sword forward.

……… Then he was caught by Wen Jin's two fingers, and he smiled proudly: "I'll guard against your move!" ”