So under this tacit understanding of hatred and fear, it was decided to fight the wheel, after all, you defeated him, I Zhao Ritian is not convinced, let's also practice, what a good excuse, as for the Wu Yazi behind Chen Mo, he was selectively ignored.

The big-headed old man coughed, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and shot at Chen Mo's face. Chen Mo did not retreat but advanced, stepping on Ling Bo's slight steps, like a ghostly figure, after avoiding the thick phlegm, he suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

I was going to punch someone, but when I got close, I got dirty with my ugly face and made a move, so when he reacted and was about to dodge, he raised his leg and pulled it over.

The leg fell on the chest and abdomen, but it left most of the strength, and now Chen Mo is going all out, and he will definitely turn this person into meat puree, but that situation is too disgusting, so leave it to others.

Seeing that the other party was put down by himself, Chen Mo, who was familiar with the original work, did not forget to mend the knife and said, "Duanmu Island Master, it is really not easy for you to practice this 'return to the future' five buckets of rice magic skill." But there are a lot of creatures that have been killed, and everyone must know about this kind of vicious martial arts. ”

The big-headed old man's face was originally bloody, but when he struggled to get up, he suddenly became bloodless, and said with a smile: "Little doll is talking nonsense, what do you know." 'Five Buckets of Rice Divine Skill' harms others and benefits oneself, is it ruthless and sinister, is it practiced by people like me? But it's not easy for you to call the old man's surname. ”

Chen Mo still said coldly: "I, Bai Xiaosheng, never care if others believe it or not, time will tell." Wasn't that what happened to the beggars back then! ”

Suddenly, a thin voice came from under the rock opposite, whimpering, crying instead of crying: "Duanmu Yuan, did you kill my husband and brother?" Did you practice this god-damn 'Five Buckets of Rice Divine Skill', so you killed them? The person who spoke was obscured by the shadow of the rock, and her appearance was not visible, but faintly a woman dressed in black, with a long figure and large sleeves.

Duanmu Yuan laughed and said, "Who is this lady?" I don't know what the 'Five Buckets of Rice Divine Skill' is, so don't listen to this person's words. ”

The woman said to Duanmu Yuan: "Duanmu Lao'er, a good man does everything by himself. My husband and brother, are you the one who did the harm? ”

Duanmu Yuan laughed and said, "Disrespectful, disrespectful!" It turned out to be Mrs. Li, the owner of Coconut Blossom Island in the South China Sea, and said that she would get up, we will live in the South China Sea, and you are still the old man's neighbor! I've never seen a husband, how can I say the word 'harm'? ”

Mrs. Li was skeptical and said, "I know it for a long time, and I just hope it's not you." "Pull up the long pole and hide behind the rock. As soon as Mrs. Li retreated, she suddenly snorted, and a heavy object fell from the pine tree above her head, and with a loud bang, she fell on the rock, but it was a bronze giant ding.

Chen Mo was just about to take this tripod, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a few subtle abnormal sounds, mixed with the wind, almost indistinguishable. Chen Mo reacted quickly, his sleeves danced, waved a strong wind, and counterattacked, seeing the silver light flashing, thousands of small needles like cow hair burst out from all directions, but he heard the people around him shouting: "Ah, it's not good!" ”

"Poisoned by a needle."

"This vicious secret weapon is extremely poisonous!"

"Ouch, how did you shoot Lao Tzu?"

Chen Mo suddenly heard the sound of metal colliding, and when he looked back, he saw that the lid of the bronze tripod moved, something was going to come out of the tripod, and he wanted to shock the people inside to death with one palm, but the shouts of the people around him had already sounded, and when he saw this, he unconsciously took a few steps back and kicked this mess back to them.

"Ouch, get the antidote!"

"This is the cow hair needle of Bibi Cave, and it is the most powerful to seal the throat and attack the heart for an hour."

"Where is Sang Tugong, the stinky thief? Where is it? ”

"Get him out and get the antidote."

"This stinky thief is messing around, and even my old friend is hurt."

"Where is Sang Tugong?"

"Get the antidote, get the antidote!"

"Where is Sang Tugong?"

"Get the antidote!" The sound rang out.

Some of the people who have been poisoned by the needle are jumping around, and some are hugging the tree and shouting, obviously the toxicity on the cow hair needle is very strong, which makes the person with the needle itchy and unbearable.

At a glance, Chen Mo saw that Wu Yazi looked like he was watching a play, and slowly retreated into the woods, and when he saw Chen Mo, he gave a "Come on, I'm optimistic about you" look.

These countless poisonous needles were obviously launched from the copper tripod by someone who activated the machine in the copper tripod. The copper tripod fell from the sky, attracting everyone to look up, and the people in the tripod took the opportunity to send the needle. Although the strength of this silver needle may not be able to break through his skin, but the gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall, it is too stupid to try his body, Chen Mo does not want to develop this habit,

Chen Mo's internal strength repulsed out of the poisonous needles, some of which were shot on others, and some were shot on the tripod, and the person who stole the secret weapon had the tripod to protect him, and he was safe and sound.

To detoxify this poison, it is natural to find the person who has a needle in the tripod, and at this moment, he saw a Humpty Dumpty man holding a small tripod in his arms, and after pushing open the top cover, he turned over and wanted to launch again. Chen Mo got close to the big ding, raised the ding and smashed it, the short man slid his feet to avoid it, and his movements were fast, like a round ball rolling in the ground.

Chen Mo's offensive came to naught, but this time was enough for everyone to react.

More than a dozen people around shouted: "Sang Tugong, take the antidote, take the antidote!" Hugging him, Chen Mo took a step back and left the venue to them, with an expression of watching the play, sure enough, this kind of outsider's pleasure is so pleasant that you don't want to, no wonder so many people like to watch.

Sang Tugong said that you also have to consider the feelings of our parties, in the face of the upcoming beating of dozens of people, his left hand was propped up on the ground, he stood up, and his little short legs were about to flee quickly.

Everyone saw that they were going to run, and in the case of their own lives, where would they be polite to him, and one by one secret weapons beckoned to him, as long as he didn't die.

Rao is vigilant and cunning, even rolling and crawling, and the limbs are still hit by the hidden weapon, looking at the color on the wound, Chen Mo knows that everyone is all the way, and there is also quenching poison on the hidden weapon. And because of the multiple poisons in his body, he didn't run far before he fell to the ground.

Seeing this, someone suddenly shouted and asked, "You don't use the poison to seal your throat with blood, do you?" ”

"Nope."

"Where?" In a chaotic response, everyone surrounded Sang Tugong.

Lying on the ground, Sang Tugong begged for mercy and said, "Hugh the poisonous hand, I will give you the antidote, but you have to hand over the antidote first!" ”

Just when Chen Mo was watching with relish, a golden light and a silver light shot from the left head, and the sound of breaking the air was very sharp. Chen Mo didn't dare to slack off, his sleeves puffed up, and he greeted it, and with a loud bang, the golden and silver light rolled back.

Only then did I see clearly, but it was two long bands, one golden and one silver. At the end of the belt stood two men, both old men, who made the gold-belted garments clothed in silver robes, and the silver-belted ones clothed in golden robes.