Zou Ping had a black line at his head, and shouted directly: "You were chased by three ghost sword spirits in the early stage of an immortal master and fled in all directions, you committed suicide!"

When the fat man saw Zou Ping say this, he actually stopped his steps, looked at the three ghost sword spirits chasing after him, and said with some doubts: "The three immortals are in the early stage?"

After speaking, a trace of hideousness appeared on the face of the fat paper, and he smiled hehe: "Say it earlier! The three little minions in the early stage of the immortal master, see that the uncle has destroyed you!"

After speaking, a long knife appeared in his hand, and the villain chased after the three ghost sword spirits with great ambition, and shouted loudly while chasing: "Let you chase me, let you chase me, I'm almost home, this time I'll chase you!"

Zou Ping looked at the fat paper in front of him, and the helplessness in his heart completely subverted his mood, how strange is this? レレ

The three ghost sword spirits, under the obscene attack of this fat man, turned into ashes, Zou Ping can only mourn for the three ghost sword spirits, so dead in the hands of a strange flower in the immortal cultivation world, they can be regarded as the first time in the immortal cultivation world for the first time in ten thousand years,

Zou Ping raised his head and sighed, watching the fat man kill the three ghost sword spirits and still whip the corpse, he was really sad for the inspiration of the three ghost swords.

"Let you chase me, let's die! Uncle Ben is very strong!" said the fat man, wielding his long knife like a pig-killing knife, and said with a lewd face.

Zou Ping really couldn't stand it anymore, and roared angrily: "If you kill it, you will kill it, whip the corpse and dry the hair, hurry up and roll over to me!"

When the fat man saw Zou Ping like this, he immediately smiled flatteringly, which made Zou Ping feel a little depressed and helpless, and even more hairy.

The fat man smiled flatteringly, and ran to Zou Ping's side, the fat on his body trembled, and Zou Ping was afraid that his fat would fall if he didn't pay attention.

Zou Ping held back the hope in his heart that he wanted to kill him, and said with difficulty: "Now that we have reached the Sunny Plain, what about after that?

"I don't know!" the fat man was stunned for a moment when he heard Zou Ping say this, and then replied to Zou Ping with a word that made him crazy.

"You don't know?" Zou Ping's face sank instantly, and for a while, Zou Ping obviously felt that his heart was fluctuating even more than a hundred years before, and now when he asked the fat man where the map was located, he actually said that he didn't know.

A strong murderous intent surged from Zou Ping's heart, directly terrifying the fat man's heart, and asked, "Do you know?"

"Big brother! I really don't know!!" The fat man suddenly said with a sad face, with a trace of fear in his eyes, and he lay directly on the ground, hugged Zou Ping's thigh tightly, and cried: "Good man! Big brother, you spare me! I really don't know! I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child, don't kill me!"

Not only did he cry and beg, but the tears and snot of the fat paper flowed out, but Zou Ping's face was dark, Nima!

Zou Ping's current feeling is that getting along with this fat man is even more tiring than fighting against his mother's immortal cultivator at the peak of the immortal king, this fucking is a strange flower that has popped up somewhere in the immortal cultivation world! The most damn thing is that he has also let himself encounter it.

"You hurry up and get up for me!" Zou Ping's face was full of black lines, and there was a trace of anger in his eyes, but what was hidden in the depths of Zou Ping's eyes was a deep chill, Zou Ping had never said that he was afraid of anyone in his life, but now, Zou Ping's heart was a little afraid of this fat man.

Zou Ping directly kicked the fat man away, looked at the disgusting traces on his clothes, and directly shattered the set of clothes on his body with spiritual power, and instantly put on another set of black sè clothes taken out from the empty ring.

There was a hint of bitterness in Zou Ping's eyes, this is fucking unbearable!

However, at this time, Zou Ping's mood had calmed down, and he said to the fat man: "You really don't know?

The fat man said with a look of grievance: "Yes, it was drawn, but the red sè mark directly painted the entire Sunny Plain, so the entire Sunny Plains is, where do I know where to go?"

Zou Ping looked at the grievances on the fat man's face, and the fat on his face seemed to be gathered together, and he reluctantly opened the map to see, if this was the case, Zou Ping could only sigh secretly, and no longer pay attention to this strange flower that Zou Ping had never encountered in his life.

Zou Ping looked at the entire Sunny Sky Plain, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, who was it? Or what kind of plot actually disrupted the entire Thousand Realms Battlefield?

Zou Ping couldn't figure it out after meditating in his heart, so he could only say that he had taken one step at a time, and said to the fat man behind him: "Let's go!"

"Let's go?" The fat man suddenly looked surprised, and said with a bitter face: "Didn't you say okay, if I bring you here, you will let me go back, my mother and children at home, as well as the delicate wife, are waiting for me to go back!"

When Zou Ping heard this, he immediately had a black line on his face, and he opened a dyeing workshop, and directly kicked the fat man to the Qingtian Plain and left, and said fiercely: "Let your mother's fart, eighty-year-old mother, two sons, you are not a thousand years old but eight hundred years old this year, and your mother is still younger? ”

When the fat man heard Zou Ping say this, he suddenly shuddered, as if he had really been thrown into the ghost sword spirit pile by Zou Ping, his eyes showed a trace of fear, and he walked behind Zou Ping with a cautious look, as if he was afraid that Zou Ping would really throw him into the ghost sword spirit.

Zou Ping looked at the fat man behind him, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, Zou Ping really wanted to roar to the sky now: "God! Why did you leave me such a strange thing! Help!"

Zou Ping looked at the sky, speechless and looked at the sky!

Zou Ping slowly went deep into the Sunny Sky Plain, at this time there were more and more ghost sword spirits, basically in groups, Zou Ping's eyes showed a trace of coldness, if the ghost sword spirits were in groups somewhere, Zou Ping would not provoke them, but if they attacked, then Zou Ping would be swept away by a slap of 'I am the king above the nine heavens', turning into a stream of soul power into Zou Ping's body and nourishing Zou Ping's soul. (To be continued.) )