Forced by reality, Mo Fan finally gave up this high-pressure way of traveling carried by eight ghosts, and ordered these guys to play freely. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The so-called free play is to break his limbs and grab them when he sees a human being, waiting for Mo Fan to harvest it, as for whether he will catch the wrong recognition, it is not within Mo Fan's consideration.

Losing the "Eight Carrying Coffins", Mo Fan could only look around on foot, and after his strength skyrocketed, he really did whatever he wanted, swaggering around.

Not to mention, without those eight headless ghost guards, Mo Fan immediately looked much easier to bully, plus he had two essential materials for synthesizing fear hearts.

Once the foreign predator approached, he could sense it, so he didn't need to look for it himself, and soon the foreign predator would automatically come to the door, which could save him a lot of effort.

Looking at the two people who slowly walked out of the black mist not far away, Mo Fan raised his eyebrows, knowing that it was the prey that was automatically sent to the door.

These are two contrasting men, one is huge, strong, more than two meters tall, with a fierce eye, carrying a huge hammer on his shoulder, and a scar on the side of his face that has not healed is even more ferocious.

The other was short, thin, skinny, estimated to be less than a meter tall, and held two small daggers in his hands, which most likely thought it was a malnourished child if it weren't for the adult face.

The two of them are walking side by side in such contrasts, which is really weird, but they both have a faint fierce atmosphere, showing that most of them are not characters to mess with.

Seeing that Mo Fan did not show the slightest intention of timidity and retreat, a trace of solemnity flashed in the short man's eyes, and the predators who could live to this time could not be fools without brains.

Since the other party saw that the two of them did not have the slightest intention of flinching, it means that the other party has a considerable degree of confidence that they can 1v2, otherwise they would not stand in place so calmly.

The strong man also thought of this, but he didn't care, in his opinion, no matter how powerful the other party was, he would smash the opponent's head with the hammer in his hand!

Of the three people present, none of them had the intention of flinching and running away, it seems that both sides have absolute confidence in their own strength, and they are about to usher in a battle without nonsense, victory is life, defeat is death!

As the distance approached, the two sides were tense, the smell of gunpowder was full, and the air was full of murderous aura, and it was possible to burst out at any time.

"Excuse me, guys!"

At this moment, accompanied by the sound of a rough mine, a shirtless, shirtless man slowly walked out of the black mist on the side.

"Zizizizi!"

The shirtless man dragged a huge machete in his hand, which looked extremely wild and domineering, and dragged it on the concrete floor at will, accompanied by a piercing sound, rubbing sparks one after another.

"Two, this prey is mine, I guess you don't have any opinions, right?" The shirtless man's tone was extremely arrogant, and his mouth was obviously asking for advice, but there was no hint of asking for advice in this tone.

It was clearly saying "This prey is mine, you two hurry up", and it is no wonder that the strong man and the short man immediately showed a trace of anger on their faces.

But think about it, this shirtless man can clearly hide in the dark, wait for the two sides on the field to fight to the death, and then shoot halfway, maybe he can take advantage of the fisherman.

But he didn't do this, but walked out in such a high-profile manner, swaggering and announcing, which shows that he is extremely confident in his own strength, thinking that even if the three people on the field deal with him together, he is not false at all, and it is conceivable that his personal strength is definitely quite strong.

It's a pity that the grumpy stout man didn't buy his Zhang at all, and scolded angrily without any emotion: "What are you? Dare to compete with Lao Tzu for prey? Get out of the way, or Lao Tzu will be the first to kill you! ”

"Yo, what? Not convinced? The shirtless man raised his eyebrows, his face was full of banter, and then he casually carried the giant knife on his shoulder, and said domineeringly, "That's good, let's solve the two of you first!" ”

"So wonderful? Am I late? ”

At the same time, another unfamiliar voice sounded suddenly, a sharp female voice, which successfully attracted the attention of everyone present.

I saw that six or seven meters in the air on the side, a young woman with a hot figure and a look of about thirty years old was floating there steadily, with a faint smile on her face, and a pair of black meat wings on her back gently flapping the air, looking quite elegant.

"Where did you come from, little cousin, it's none of your business here, get away!" The shirtless man is really arrogant to the extreme, as if he is not afraid of several people to deal with him together, and he is not afraid of making enemies with others, and scolding people when they are unhappy.

A hint of coldness flashed in the young woman's eyes, but her face remained silent, still with a faint smile, and she counterattacked: "This little brother's mouth is so stinky, didn't he just eat poop?"

"You want to die?" The shirtless man's eyes froze, his whole body was full of murderous aura, and the black mist around him seemed to be stirred by his powerful momentum.

"Don't dare, don't dare, people are still young, how can they want to die." The young woman waved her hand, not salty or indifferent.

"Huh!" The shirtless man sneered and twisted his neck, "If you don't want to die, get away, don't pretend to be weak with me here, it looks disgusting!" ”

"You guy, I haven't seen your strength yet, but your tone is not small." Before the young woman could speak, the sturdy man couldn't stand the arrogant character of the other party, and despite the persuasion of the short man on the side, he couldn't help but slam the ground with the sledgehammer in his hand, and shouted, "Let Lao Tzu see and understand first, Lao Tzu really wants to know if you have arrogant capital!" ”

"Good!" The shirtless man nodded, hooked his fingers at these people, and said with a contemptuous expression, "Do you go up one by one, or do you go together?" ”

"You ......" The grumpy stout man was so agitated that he clenched the hammer and couldn't help but want to rush up and teach this arrogant guy a good lesson.

However, he was pulled by the short man on the side and successfully stopped, and it seemed that he still listened to this short man.

However, the young woman has always looked like she is smiling, she is not in a hurry at all, she will not be excited by the conflict of words, she looks like she is sitting on a mountain and watching the tiger fight, it seems that she has not waited for the perfect time, and she will not make a move easily.

"Have you forgotten that I am the protagonist of this time?" Mo someone, who had been absent from the side, finally couldn't help but say silently. (To be continued.) )