"Well, well, who made us friends, for your sake, I don't even want my life, what is this insult, come on!" The fat man's face was bleak and gloomy, and the fat man was sad and unreturnable, and let go of the hand holding the collar, revealing a white flower...... Three chins and two necks.

"Wow!" Finally, someone couldn't help but vomit, and the best Zifeng Cloud Needle was still wasted after all.

On the other side, Lorne and Ye Wuse couldn't help but laugh out loud, retching while laughing. Damn white fat people, they are so disgusted that they want to throw up.

Gu Fenghua's face also changed slightly, and she couldn't help but admire the drama to this point.

"You're kidding us!" Zhou Wenjun was not stupid, seeing this, he knew that he was being played as a monkey, so he held back his anger and said with a gloomy face.

"Nonsense, say we're stupid, you're stupider than us, and you're only now reacting." The white fat man straightened his chest and said with a smug face.

It turns out that his acting skills are quite good, and he vomited disgusting to these guys. The white fat man finally regained a little self-confidence.

"Dead fatty, there will be a time for you to cry in a while." The tea ceremony master who vomited the most straightened up and let out a cruel word.

"What, what do you call me? I am a beautiful man, the first beautiful man in the world! The fat white man was furious. What he hates the most in his life is that others call him a dead fat man. Even if you call him fat, it's better, but why call him fat, is he alive or not, even if a fat man has no human rights, he won't be a living person as a dead person, this is discrimination, Chiguoguo's discrimination.

In a fit of rage, a cyan orb appeared between his eyebrows.

Gu Fenghua and Lorne Enye's colorless eyebrows also showed cyan holy beads at the same time.

"One Dharma Saint Seven Grades, three Dharma Saints and one Grade, not bad, really have some strength. It's a pity that no one taught you not to easily expose your strength in the face of the enemy? Zhou Wenjun said sarcastically.

With a wave of his hand, eight red holy beads appeared between his eyebrows - the Eight Soul Saints!

And between the eyebrows of his two companions, eight cyan holy beads were also revealed at the same time—the Eight Grades of the Law Saints!

Compared with their peers, Gu Fenghua's strength is very, very good, but compared to one Soul Saint Eight Rank and two Law Saint Eight Ranks, it is like the difference between the light of the Luminous Fire and the scorching sun. However, seeing the other party showing their strength, the expressions of several people did not change.

"Stupid, if you hide your strength and escape before we set up the Quartet Golden Lock Array, there may still be a few chances, but unfortunately, it's too late." Seeing the expressionless faces of several people, Zhou Wenjun thought they were scared, and said proudly.

"What do you want?" Gu Fenghua habitually brushed the hair around his ears, but remembered that the little cheap was still lying dead on the ground, and withdrew his hand again.

"Hand over this little fellow, and I'll keep you all dead." Zhou Wenjun said and stepped into the formation with his two companions.

This formation was originally just to trap Gu Fenghua and the others and not give them the slightest chance to escape, otherwise, with their strength, if they wanted to deal with Gu Fenghua and the others, how could they need a formation.

"Do you know his identity?" Gu Fenghua asked. She was a little strange, her previous improvisation was perfect, and the explanations she said were seamless, how did the other party see Liu Zihan's true identity?

"I don't know, I'm just guessing." Zhou Wenjun replied. Determined that Gu Fenghua and the others would definitely die, he didn't mind talking to her more.

There is a truth that the villains die of talking too much, and it seems that they have forgotten about it.