Hearing this, Bai Jianli's face sank, and he didn't know who the little girl in their mouth was. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wu Chen had a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, and when Fang Ping brought people to make trouble, he was standing not far away.

In the end, the two sides didn't make a move, and when Fang Ping left in annoyance, Wuchen felt that the other party's gaze was a little wrong.

At this time, Wuchen finally understood, knowing Fang Ping's thoughts, his heart settled down.

"Little brother, you won't be..."Bai Jianli looked at Wuchen with a somewhat weird smile and whispered.

Wuchen said in a deep voice: "It's nothing. Wait a minute, big brother, you go first, I'll break back. ”

"Little brother, it's better to wait for us to come back..."Bai Jianli thought that he would have a conflict with Fang Ping now, and when he met the people of the Flying Dragon Martial Academy on the canopy, he was afraid that he would have a vicious battle with the people of the Flying Dragon Martial Academy before he got the treasure.

Wuchen shook his head and said, "No one can threaten the safety of the people around me under my nose, no one can!"

In the end, a trace of demonic red light flashed in Wuchen's eyes, just like a bloodthirsty beast that had finally seen food.

It was the first time for Bai Jianli to see such a black dust, and there was a trace of fear in his heart.

At the same time, Bai Jianli also felt a burst of warmth, he didn't recognize this brother in vain, and he didn't say anything more at the moment.

Next, the two of them walked to an intersection of three tree holes, one was the tree hole when Wuchen and Bai Jian left, the other was the cave where the voice came from, and the other led diagonally to the top, presumably to a higher position.

Bai Jianli originally wanted to tell Wuchen that he would stay and help, but he suddenly thought of the light that was enough to make the heavens and the earth lose their blue and blue color, and with such a reliance, what else did he have to worry about.

Even if it is Hou Wu and Zong Wu, even if it is Hou Wu and Zong Wu, it can't be resisted.

"Little brother, I'll wait for you in front. Bai Jianli patted Wuchen on the shoulder, turned around and walked towards the tree hole upward.

Wuchen nodded and walked towards the hollow in the tree where the previous voice had come from, and the sound of talking had turned into a rustling of clothes.

"Ahh

"Senior Brother Fang, there are people!" The female disciple of the Flying Dragon Martial Academy, who had just put on her clothes, pointed at the black dust as if she had seen a ghost.

There was no light in the tree hole, and if the two sides didn't have martial arts cultivation in their bodies, it would really be difficult to see each other clearly in such a dark situation.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is like a ghost.

Fang Ping glanced at Wuchen with disdain, and found that the other party's martial arts aura was just a death mad martial four, and he slapped it with a palm: "The waste of the Dao Divine Palace, it is an eyesore, death!"

This palm side of the flat luck gathers the sevenfold power of madness, the palm wind is whistling, and the power is ten thousand.

Wuchen didn't dodge or dodge, and he didn't even parry and dodge, so he was slapped on the chest with a palm.

The body flew upside down for more than ten feet, hit the cave wall with a bang, and slammed down again.

Fang Ping was slightly stunned, the power of this palm seemed to be unexpectedly powerful.

I couldn't help but hug the woman beside me, kissed her, and said, "Being squeezed by you for a while, although your physical strength is somewhat consumed, your martial realm cultivation has increased unabated, are you a pure yin body?"

The woman's face turned red, and she secretly said in her heart: "If I am really a pure yin body, I am afraid that your green hat will be taller than this ancient tree!" Of course, she would never dare to say this, but she just twisted and refused to speak.

Fang Ping looked at it, this woman was extremely beautiful, and a certain part of her body reacted again.

At this moment, the black dust he thought had been under his palm stood up again.

The bright red "four" of the breath of madness kept flipping in Wuchen's mind.

"Fang Ping, your cultivation is really weak. Slap me, why is it like tickling?

Could it be that all your strength is used on women?" Wuchen shook his head with some disdain, he looked at Fang Ping's appearance, it was like he was looking at a waste.

Fang Ping thought highly of himself and was quite talented, otherwise he wouldn't have the power of the Seven Martial Arts right now.

Now that he has been hit by the black dust, he has become angry and ashamed, he thought that he had cleaned up the other party with one palm, but he knew that the other party not only stood up, but also belittled, despised and ridiculed himself.

Fang Ping's face turned red like blood, the blue tendons on his forehead jumped up, he pushed the female disciple beside him to the side, pointed at Wuchen and said, "Since you are bent on seeking death, I will fulfill you." ”

As he spoke, Fang Ping's aura surged all over his body, approaching the peak of the Sevenfold Martial Arts, and at the same time, his two fists faintly emitted a layer of white light.

"Die!

Such a powerful fist technique, I am afraid that it is not below the true level treasure level.

I saw Wuchen take a step without dodging, and his chest slammed directly into Fang Ping's fist.

A different color flashed in Fang Ping's eyes, originally the strength of this punch was eight points, and two points were collected in his body, in case the opponent suddenly attacked.

I don't know that Wuchen doesn't play cards according to common sense, as if he was looking for the opponent's fist and being beaten.

Fang Ping was not a good man and a woman, and killing someone to him would only make him feel more excited.

Seeing the black dust, there is no afterthought.

Fang Ping's arm shook slightly, and the power of the punch suddenly increased to twelve!

Fang Ping secretly said in his heart, even if he had any aftermoves, how could he be afraid of his own mad martial arts?

Just listen to the bang!

Fang Ping's fist was strong, and it hit Wuchen's chest without reservation.

The sound of bones cracking and denting came out crisply.

When Wuchen's body flew up, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it on Fang Ping's face.

Seeing Wuchen's body, he once again flew into the cave wall and fell to the ground.

Fang Ping touched the blood on his face, and said with a hideous smile: "Hahaha, you're not dead now?" At that moment, he was complacent, turned around and strode to the female disciple hiding beside him, and ripped off a few pieces of the woman's clothes with a hiss.

"Fang..." Before the woman could speak, Fang Ping reached into her pants with one hand.

At this moment, Wuchen's voice sounded again: "Say that you are weak, and you still don't admit it." It's really too weak, too weak!"

Fang Ping suddenly stopped, covered in blood like a ghost, and turned around.

But he saw that Wuchen didn't know when, he had come to a place not far in front of him, and the fourfold aura of madness on his body was like a flame.

Although Fang Ping was shocked by Wu Chen's performance, after seeing the Wild Martial Quadruple Martial Dao aura on Wu Chen's body, he shouted: "Waste, you are not dead yet, are you." I'll dissect the body, see how you get up?"

As he spoke, Fang Ping turned around and wanted to pull out the long knife he was carrying, who knew that when he touched his waist, he was just happy with the woman just now, and he had already put the long knife aside. (To be continued.) )