"Uncle Bai, why are you here?"

As soon as the withered old hand touched Yang Yuan, there was a sound of joy in the distance, and at first glance, it was the group of people from the earth.

The masked man's hand stagnated, and the next moment he withdrew without a trace, looking at Zhao Liping as if nothing happened.

Zhao Liping ran over excitedly and thanked the masker: "Thank you Uncle Bai for helping me catch these two people." ”

"Well, nothing. By the way, Liping, why did they make you angry?" the old voice passed through the mask, back and forth between heat and cold.

"It's nothing, it's just that the two of them don't look flat, so I want to flatten him when I look at it. ”

After speaking, Zhao Liping lifted his leg and kicked Lu Zhuoqing's ass.

Lu Zhuoqing was originally frightened by the masked man, but when he heard that he was "not flat", he actually sobered up and wanted to theorize: "That, Zhao Liping, right? I look poor, are you blind?

The head may be broken, the blood may be shed, and the countenance shall not be disgraced.

As he spoke, Lu Zhuoqing also rolled up his sleeves and wanted to beat people, forcing Zhao Li to retreat step by step, and the few people who came next to him were a little confused.

"It's like!

After Zhao Liping finished speaking, he retreated and took the lead in giving Lu Zhuoqing a punch.

It's really fucking unflat, there is such a shady face in the world, he is guilty of obsessive-compulsive disorder, he can't forgive himself if he doesn't recreate this face.

"Ah! You dare to hit me in the face, I will fight with you!" Lu Zhuoqing fell into madness, he grew so big, no one had ever dared to hit him in the face, he lost the first time here today, he absolutely couldn't bear it, raised his hand and hooked left and right, and Zhao Liping tore up.

Seeing this, the five little followers paused for a moment and began to join the battle group.

In this way, seven insects with quite good strength relied on the strength of their flesh to kill.

The masked man glanced at the battle situation and moved his gaze to Yang Yuan, the color mask looked very infiltrating.

Yang Yuan's eyes tightened, goosebumps appeared involuntarily all over his body, and his body trembled slightly.

The way the person came in front of him, he could see it clearly.

The footsteps that walk on the snow emanate from it...... Source Force!

Source power, appearing in another person's body, there is nothing more frightening than this!

"Boy, you'd better not talk nonsense, or you'll ......"

The sound of the masked man's vicissitudes sounded again, and his palm was inadvertently raised, seemingly nothing, but in the next moment, a light blue flame spread all over its surface, and Yang Yuan's clothes in the corner were annihilated in an instant.

Source Force!

That's right, this is the arrogance externalized by the source force, Yang Yuan is confident that he can do it, but he can't do it so calmly, and the power is far less than that of this masked man.

Moreover, this person can show the source power in front of him, which means that he also knows Yang Yuan's identity as the source source.

Thinking of this, Yang Yuan's face turned pale, and he felt a strong murderous intent from the masked man.

After five minutes, the scuffling finally ended the fight, Zhao Liping was already blue and swollen, and Lu Zhuoqing was even more unbearable, and he didn't even know his mother anymore.

"Well, yes, it's pretty good. In this way, I will give you a chance, as long as you are my little brother, I will spare you. ”

Zhao Liping praised and tidied up his clothes, looking unfinished.

Since he was a child, no one dared to beat him, he ate, drank and had fun all day long, and he was uncomfortable.

At this moment, being added by Lu Zhuoqing's fists and feet, he had a trace of inexplicable pleasure, and he wanted to do it again.

Be a little brother?

Lu Zhuoqing felt insulted as never before, swore to death, and gave another punch.

"Come back?" Zhao Liping didn't care about anything, and fought back the same.

The seven of them fought together again, while the masked man looked at each other coldly, paying more attention to Yang Yuan.

Finally, after two rounds of bloody battles, Lu Zhuoqing still raised the white flag and surrendered, and became Zhao Liping's younger brother with honor.

Where there is life, there is hope.

He secretly swore that he would beat Zhao Liping out of Xiang after he went out.

After resting for a while, Zhao Liping took the lead and headed towards the depths of the fiery mangrove forest, vowing to find rare and exotic beasts.

The masked man was silent, but Yang Yuan inadvertently caught a hint of discoloration in his eyes.

The mangrove forest is extremely wide, and the group walked for three days, but did not reach the center, but the temperature was unusually high, and the trees became more and more red.

Yang Yuan has been tied up by the masked man, but he has not stopped cultivating, during this period, he has been trying to devour the remnants of the source gene in his body, and many times when he wants to succeed, the source gene is a beat, getting rid of the shackles of the source force.

However, this aroused Yang Yuan's momentum even more, some time ago, no matter how hard he tried, the source gene did not move at all, and at this moment, although he repeatedly devoured it to no avail, he was more excited.

"Xiao Luzi, bring me a fan to fan the wind, it's hot to death. ”

It seems that it is about to reach the center, and the surrounding space has become red and bright for no reason, and some tall trees cannot withstand the high temperature, and have long since turned into carbon wood.

Many trees spontaneously combusted out of thin air, adding to the weirdness of the place.

Lu Zhuoqing clenched his fists, let go again, helplessly picked up a rocking fan, and fanned Zhao Liping as he walked.

These days, he has revolted many times, suffering from the lack of fighting ability, each time he has been suppressed by six people, each time he is deprived of political rights for two hours, and he no longer dares to show his disobedience.

Yang Yuan snickered, I have to say that he was tied up by the masked man, except for the fact that he couldn't act, everything was much better than Lu Zhuoqing.

When the hot wind hit, Zhao Liping scolded dissatisfiedly: "You eat shit, how can you be a little brother, this is hot air, do you know hot air? Don't you fan me with cold air!"

Lu Zhuoqing's fists clucked, he couldn't stand it anymore, and the Yellow Turban rebelled again: "I asked you to want a cold wind! I want a cold wind! I see if you still want a cold wind!"

"Quick! Drag him out of my way!"

Zhao Liping's roar came, lingering in this space for a long time.

The masked man looked up at the sky, and it was none of his business.

Click!

A slight thump was heard.

The masked man suddenly lowered his head, looked at his feet and shouted, "Stop!"

Everyone was frightened by the cheers and stopped moving.

One man's body was stiffly reclining in the air, his feet trembling, trying to stay still.

However, he overestimated his toughness, or underestimated his weight, and the next moment, his body slashed a page in the air, falling to the ground, and fluttering a few small leaves.

Click!

Accompanied by the leaflets, there was a grotesque sound, emanating from the ground covered with dead leaves.

With a serious expression, the masked man grabbed the fallen man and swept the dead leaves with his right foot, revealing the bare ground.

Where is the ground, and it is perfect for scorched earth.

I saw that under the dead leaves, there was a full face of red, red with black, hot, cracks under the feet of everyone, from time to time there were flames rising from the cracks, one foot above the ground turned into black ash.