CHAPTER XVIII

Along with Qu Menghu's declaration of war, there was a large area of fog, which shrouded the entire Xichun Courtyard, and for a while, the courtyard was covered with clouds and mountains and fog, like a big teapot boiling the pot, which frightened the guys who rushed forward and were ready to break through the defense line.

Holding a golden gourd sledgehammer and smashing it hard, the bearded and slammed dog is one of them.

He was startled by the billowing fog that came out, and subconsciously stepped back, only to find that the fog was not hot and did not hurt anyone.

When he wanted to go back, he was laughed at by the people next to him: "Lao Ding, just like you bear, you still fucking want to be the protector of Huamen?" You don't have the qualifications to carry shoes with Boss Pan......"

Ge Laozi's ......

Hearing this, Ding Ergou's stomach was full of anger, because when the man said this, it was like sprinkling salt on the wound.

In fact, in order to win the qualification of the Huamen Protector, Ding Ergou made too many efforts, and his hands were stained with an unknown amount of blood......

He was originally a Sichuan and Shaanxi hero, the bandit leader of Feiyun Village in the Daba Mountains, the power of the gods, and the exclusive inheritance, in the entire southwest road, it is also a ruthless character who trembles three times when he stomps his feet.

However, he missed several times, not to mention, and lost the battle with Pan Zhiyong, and immediately became disheartened and no longer competitive.

Fortunately, the Huamen Protector couldn't do it, but his other purpose was achieved.

That is Xu Meiniang, who is like a fairy, and went to Wushan together.

And the door owner also promised him that in recent years, Huamen is ready to do a big career, even if he is not the protector of Huamen, he can join Huamen and become a member of the guard directly under the door owner. Ge Laozi's ......

Hearing this, Ding Ergou's stomach was full of anger, because when the man said this, it was like sprinkling salt on the wound.

In fact, in order to win the qualification of the Huamen Protector, Ding Ergou made too many efforts, and his hands were stained with an unknown amount of blood......

He was originally a Sichuan and Shaanxi hero, the bandit leader of Feiyun Village in the Daba Mountains, the power of the gods, and the exclusive inheritance, in the entire southwest road, it is also a ruthless character who trembles three times when he stomps his feet.

However, he missed several times, not to mention, and lost the battle with Pan Zhiyong, and immediately became disheartened and no longer competitive.

Fortunately, the Huamen Protector couldn't do it, but his other purpose was achieved.

That is Xu Meiniang, who is like a fairy, and went to Wushan together.

And the door owner also promised him that in recent years, Huamen is ready to do a big career, even if he is not the protector of Huamen, he can join Huamen and become a member of the guard directly under the door owner.

Although this so-called guard worship, to put it bluntly, is Xu Meiniang's dough group, and the status is not respected, but the benefits are too many, in addition to having the opportunity to double practice with Xu Meiniang, the qualifications are enough, and they can also become the instructors of the disciples of Huamen and become the object of their honing skills......

What kind of people are the disciples of Huamen?

They have excellent qualifications, outstanding appearance, have practiced since childhood, are charming, and even have many famous weapons, for men, it is simply a dream to have one.

Not to mention a whole bunch.

Just because of this, Ding Ergou felt like he was in heaven, and he couldn't go back and be his mountain king.

Of course, status and face are never given by others, but earned by oneself.

So after Ding Ergou heard about this mission, he volunteered to come over and show himself in this battle and make a name for himself.

He was laughed at coldly, and instead of refutating, he raised the sledgehammer of melon in his hand again.