Chapter Seventy-Three: Goodbye Tianxinru

Xiangxiang Zhang panicked and said: "Oops!" Bingbi nodded slightly, and said: "You go back and tell the Yellow Gang: The Yellow Gang can exist, but it must not do anything wrong, if not...... the second half of the sentence is to tell him with actions - raise your hand and clench it slowly.

Bing Bishu clearly felt that the invisible power he used could completely fight against these four black boulders, but it was as if it had been suppressed and regularized.

I saw that Xiangxiang took out three hammers in a row, banging three times, and the three boulders above Bing Bishu's head shattered in response.

Bing Bishu looked at it stupidly, the fragrance of the golden steel hammer in front of her, her every movement was so familiar and familiar.

Bing Bishu heard it, and the bones of his body hissed slightly, and he was about to reach his limit. After a short while, his feet fell to his knees.

The invisible power he controls is getting less and less, and it is really a leak in the house and rain overnight. A thought arose from the bottom of my heart: "With the power of Buddha!" 192.157.199.97, 192.157.199.97; 0; pc; 1; The voice of the grinding iron literature said again: "Fire God, can you pretend to be Bing Bi Shu?" Hmph, from today onwards, you are the magistrate of the Yellow District, and you must pay 300,000 points to the guild every month. At that time, if you do not go, or deliberately delay, you will be punished accordingly. And as a magistrate, unless you die, this office will always be yours. Hahaha!" Bing Bi expected that this voice was training him, but he pretended not to know and ignored it.

The voice said again: "Fire God, can you pretend to be Bing Bi Shu?" Hmph, from today onwards, you are the magistrate of the Yellow District, and you must pay 300,000 points to the guild every month. At that time, if you do not go, or deliberately delay, you will be punished accordingly. And as a magistrate, unless you die, this office will always be yours. Hahaha!"

With a "bang", the white stone fell to the ground, and the whole earth seemed to tremble. Fortunately, Bing Bishu's original location was in a small square, so that no buildings were damaged, but only dust was splashed all over the ground, as if a dense fog had suddenly risen.

In fact, without any strength, there are not many people who can wield this golden steel hammer. Bing Bi thought to himself, among the people he knew, the only person who could carry the golden steel hammer was Tian Xinru.

Feeling the huge pressure, it was really like sitting on a mountain, the sweat on Bing Bishu's forehead was pouring down, and his body couldn't move if he wanted to.

Bing Bi expected that this voice was training him, but he pretended not to know and ignored it. Tian Xinru hadn't returned to Chaotian Sect yet, so she also heard the news that Bing Bishu and the other twelve war gods were going to Shura City, the capital of all evils.

Then he rushed here, but unexpectedly arrived in front of Bing Bishu and the others, and entered Shura City one day before.