He's talking about someone coming, not just ordinary passers-by.

Four figures slowly appeared in front of the ropeway, and a young girl in front of her was holding a hand that was two heads taller than her, and some colorful metal ornaments were hanging on her body. Behind her were three men, one with a black package under his arm, one with a heavy-looking spherical hammer in each hand, and one with his bare hands, but the white bandage around his arm shimmered faintly.

The source of Cheng Wulin's sense of crisis is what the four of them have in their hands.

It's all printers.

Cold sweat broke down his spine, and he patronized and chatted with Kong Feiti and farted and, completely forgetting that he was still in the center of the dangerous enemy.

One Tianfeng he had been defeated by Lan Lu's strength before, but with four Tianfeng, how could he have been able to fight? Even four of them he can't beat.

But aren't those Tianfeng among the White Emperors fighting with Zhe Qingshui, how can there still be......

Cheng Wulin summoned the dragon scales and stood in front of Kong Feiti. Even if he can't beat it, he has to die with some dignity.

What he didn't expect was that the girl who was beating the head suddenly sneered when she saw him lifting the dragon scales, thrust her cane into the gap in the ground of the ropeway, and raised her hands in surrender: "Relax little brother, we are not here to kill you." ”

Cheng Wulin didn't speak, and the dragon scales in his hand didn't put down. When nothing is clear, a fool will automatically disarm.

"Okay...... the girl with the staff waved her hand, and all four of them put the seals back. The girl spread her hands out: "Now you can trust us, in fact, we are here to pick you up." ”

"Who? Pick us up? Cheng Wulin didn't react for a while.

"It must be Mr. Ning, otherwise who is it?" The girl replied briskly, "My name is Long Pomegranate, please take care of me!" ”

"Mr. Ning......" Kong Feiti's face changed, "Which Mr. Ning?" ”

"You'll find out with us." Long Pomegranate smiled mysteriously, turned around and beckoned to the two.

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"Yu! Sword! Jay! ”

Ning Zhengbin shouted, and the long stick in his hand slammed into the top of Yu Jianjie's head.

Yu Jianjie carried the gun across, and the stick and the gun collided and bounced away. He saw that Ning Zhengbin was lifted by the recoil and retreated, and took Shuangjun to draw a half circle on his side, and picked it up with this inertia.

Ning Zhengbin is not a fuel-efficient lamp, he raised the long stick above his head when he flew upside down, and the whole person was in an upside-down posture. The long stick slammed into the ground, and the body bent down in the air with a churning stick.

As soon as his foot stepped on the ground, the long stick had already bent to the limit in his hand, only to hear a bang, the end of the long stick touching the ground suddenly recovered and straightened, and smashed on the lower end of Yu Jianjie Shuangjun's spear like a spring.

Yu Jianjie pressed the gun with all his strength to support the attack, but his hands were numb by this powerful bullet. Ning Zhengbin's effect is like this, taking advantage of this gap, he turned over, the long stick slashed from the ground, and touched Yu Jianjie's lower body.

Yu Jianjie felt that his hands were a little unstable in grasping Shuangjun, and as soon as his right hand loosened his hand, he let the head of Shuangjun's gun fall, and with his left hand, he pulled the body of Shuangjun's gun back, raised his foot and stepped on Shuangjun, and slammed Ning Zhengbin's stick momentum. This move is not over yet, he continued to stomp on the frost monarch, saying that the long stick in Ning Zhengbin's hand was pressed to death, and his body also jumped over Ning Zhengbin's head with the elasticity of the frost monarch, swept with a spear, and also played the momentum of Ning Zhengbin's long stick.

Ning Zhengbin decisively let go of the long stick that was restrained at this time, and pressed down to dodge the body of the frost monarch's spear that was pumped towards his neck. He hit the ground with the palm wrapped in the daytime, and his long stick bounced slightly, and then, he kicked at the stick, and the stick swirled a few centimeters from the ground, and when it was about to hit Yu Jianjie's ankle, it was blocked by Yu Jianjie's spear.

The two sides have come and gone, and they have fought several times in the blink of an eye. The two of them are on the same page, but they both show an alternative tacit understanding, neither of them activates the special ability of their seals, but fights with their bodies and the body of the weapon like martial artists.

After a long time, Ning Zhengbin was pointed directly at the door by Yu Jianjie, and in the process of dodging, the head of the gun swished and picked the button on his chest. He flipped over a few times and stuck the head of his long stick on the ground before he stopped retreating.

Through his broken collar, Yu Jianjie saw that the other party's neck was full of slender scars one after another.

Generally speaking, few people who are injured in the mirror world will leave a real scar, and most people can heal all the injuries they receive in the mirror by appearing in the mirror.

If you want to compare it, it's like a one-click restore on your computer. Even if it is poisoned or a limb is mutilated, this magical power can make people completely recover.

Even if sometimes for various reasons, I can't leave the mirror world immediately after being injured. Mirror World also has some advanced medical means that can remove these wounds and promote healing.

So Yu Jianjie was very strange and temporarily stopped attacking: "How did you get your scar?" ”

The clothes on Ning Zhengbin's chest were all torn, he slowly stood up, tore off the rest of the clothes, revealing the strong but not thick muscles underneath and the shocking scars on it: "Since my parents died in your hands, I haven't appeared in the camera again." Except for the wounds on my arm, which I had to repair for me, I sewed up all the injuries left by the battle with needles and threads. ”

He clenched his fists, and all the veins in his arms protruded: "All these pains are a reminder of this hatred for me!" The pain inflicted on my body is a constant reminder of my revenge! ”

Yu Jianjie shook his head when he heard this: "Relying on self-harm to gain motivation, do you know what you are doing to yourself?" ”

"It's not just power...... Ning Zhengbin's face was distorted, and the long stick in his hand slammed on the ground, and the body of the long stick suddenly turned red, this red was not the color of the stick itself, but a thin layer of bright red liquid flowing on it.

Yu Jianjie stared at the stick, and his face gradually fell cold: "You are really crazy." ”

Those liquids are clearly the appearance of blood.

"Say I'm crazy? You weren't crazy back then, why would you avenge your mongrel parents? Hahahaha, I just did what you did back then! ”

"Okay." Yu Jianjie flicked his spear, and a layer of frost slowly climbed up the body of the spear. He suddenly began to laugh, first sobbing quietly, then suddenly looking up and laughing, "If you want to see me crazy, then I'll show you!" ”

"Exactly." Feeling the slightest coolness on his skin, Ning Zhengbin also showed a crazy and distorted smile, "This is the last time your seal will appear, I'm afraid that from now on, others will never see it again." ”

"I don't know if others can see it, but you can't see it."

Yu Jianjie grabbed Frost Jun under his armpit and poked it at the ground.