"Strong, you say you're strong?"

Thirteen Lang waved his hand and said, "Come here, come here, line up to meet the third son, who claims to be the third son of the orthodox mountain monarch of the three lives." ”

Rumble!

Silent and powerful, 100,000 ghost slaves suddenly agreed, dozens of sixth- and seventh-level ghost kings lined up, smoke clouds rolling, yin wind howling, it seemed that even the soul could be frozen. I just devoured a ghost path overhaul, and the aura of these ghost kings has increased, uh, it should be said that there is some recovery. It is difficult to distinguish the yin and yang of the chaotic sea, and everyone has worked hard for so many years, and none of them are in full bloom.

The flesh and blood of living people are always the favorite of ghosts, and the essence blood of monks is more like elixir and ganlin, and they cannot be refused at any time. Before, there were many monks and little porridge, and a major repair was far from satisfying the appetite of the ghosts; this time the fighter plane reappeared, the ghost fog spread and the ghost tide was surging, and 100,000 greedy eyes looked at the third son, as if he was a piece of fat and fresh meat.

"Are you strong?"

The dumb aunt stood in the middle of the line, with an indifferent expression without a trace of expression, looking at the third son without mockery, as if he was a laipi toad who was shouting and fighting with the sky.

"Are you strong?"

The five overhaulers stood up one after another, their bodies straightened, their clothes soaked and their hair scattered, their faces so pale that they couldn't even be as good as ghosts, and they looked like kings who had just ascended the throne.

Xiao Budian walked over quietly, twisting his body and refusing to look at the third son, and the big gray twisted more than her, and his body shook and walked to Xiao Budian to make a serious gesture, and reprimanded in a low voice.

"Every time you don't obey, you should be beaten!"

"I want you to take care of it. ”

Xiao Budian stuck out a mouthful of tongue and turned his head, and he refused to pay attention to him next to Thirteen Lang.

During this time of hurrying, Shisanro was busy with self-treatment most of the time. The god donkey that has not contributed much to the central star platform acts as a mount, and the small ones are very familiar with it. It's a pity that ripe is ripe. The donkey has a majestic posture and does not have the same bearing, and the playfulness may be heavier than her. Where comes the majesty can be consumed.

Since the scoring of the Xingtai, Thirteen Lang has been busy inside and out, and he can't even find a clean place, and he lacks training, and his control over Liliang is still far from being free, and with the transformation of his temperament to people, he sometimes makes his own decisions. Of course, the result will not be good, and the mana disorder will not subside for a long time, and in severe cases, it will even shock the inner abdomen.

It's right to think about it. Poor conch can hardly climb 30 meters a year, and now that he has become a person who can fly freely, how can his temperament not jump alive? Thinking of this, Shisanlang is always reluctant to scold, and the big gray who is strict with himself is not used to it, and he can't help but say something. As a rule, the little one hangs Uncle Donkey to the side like a clothes rack and doesn't buy it at all.

"Adolescence, alas!"

Big Ash shook his head helplessly, muttering that some chicks are not as good as kids. Rebellious life is difficult to serve, etc., inexplicable words, the emotion of the expression, the benevolence of the attitude and the helplessness of the eyes, just like a worried labor does not please the face of the nurse.

The air buzzed and shook, and nearly 10,000 flying ants roared in, hovering above Thirteen Lang's head in the shape of arrows. Sharp and pointed at the three-faced man. When facing the two monks, Shisanro did not take them back, but chased the whirlpool that the three sons had turned into in search of fighters. It's a pity that the sky changed again and again at that time, and it was not too useful.

"Do you think you're strong?"

The rouge snorted and bowed its head again. Its body was draped in a water robe, and the light of the fire was refracted by the water droplets. Bright as glass. Whether it is a fire spirit or a fire demon, the rouge bird has never been so close to water in his life, and his expression is even more curious and contented. This is the newly comprehended "supernatural power" of its master, without the slightest power, purely showing off and deceiving the blind Fubo monk by the way.

With this beautiful dress, the stupid bird who loves beauty is still too busy to take care of himself, where does he have time to look at the third son.

"Are you strong?"

Thirteen Lang waved his hand left and right to signal quietness, raised his head and looked at Sanzi and said, "You beat us one by one, or we beat you by one, choose yourself." ”

"That's right, you have a lot of people. ”

The third son's expression remained unchanged, and he said with a smile: "There are not necessarily many people"

"Liu Santou! You dog is not as good as a pig who doesn't smell cows, doesn't fuck sheep, doesn't gnaw, and can't find any shit when buried in the soil; you're a maggot that can't be born without a manure pit and a fly for eight lifetimes, and you don't want to chew a bite of a ghost and a bed bug bite, and you don't dare to do anything in the wind."

Suddenly, there was a sad roar, the blind monk had blood in his eyes, his arms were stiff, and he raised it in the direction of Sanzi like a zombie, and scolded loudly. Spit and blood flew, and the sound of the wind and waves was blowing, and Brother Fubo was like a nagging ghost who had never opened his mouth in ten lifetimes, and sprinkled good words.

"Liu Santou liar bitch, turtle king eight lambs, you weishenme have three heads, because your father is an old bitch, your mother is an old bitch, your grandmother is a slut, your grandfather is a turtle father, and your uncle, second aunt, Shenghua Liu, and the third aunt has hemorrhoids on her mouth."

The aco-scorching aura was empty in an instant, and everyone around, including the 100,000 ghosts around the dumb aunt, all looked sideways and took three steps back in unison.

Scared

One shouted out 500 crows, and the other shouted gongs and drums, and as for the words he scolded, not to mention the reserved Taoists, the butchers in the market were embarrassed to call them out.

There is a strange thing in people, and there is an alternative in cultivation, and it is difficult to find one of hundreds of millions of living beings.

The group of cultivators lost color, the group of ghosts lost their voices, and their sympathy for Brother Fubo instantly turned into disgust, only for a moment and then to fear. Everyone looked at the third son's eyes with some pity, and secretly thought that if he rectified him because of this, it would be excusable.

"O man of God!"

Big Ash grinned, unable to close it, and felt infinite remorse in his heart. The donkey felt that he was simply talking in the vernacular, and followed the young master to pretend to be thirteen, but as a result, he couldn't pretend to be a tiger dog. It's better to learn from this master, no matter if you are ashamed or not, you will be happy!

The wonderful thing is that as the person who was scolded, the three sons and three faces were so angry that they turned pale, and their six eyes were full of bitterness, but they didn't mean to stop drinking at all, and they also had some schadenfreude.

"It's better to be happy alone than to be happy in all, and everyone listens to it together. Although this seat has endured a lot, I have strong resistance and am used to it. ”

"Liu Santou"

"Shut up!"

Jiang Fan, who was closest to him, finally came to his senses and hurriedly sealed his mouth with the forbidden law and sealed his cultivation. But he didn't seal his body, and he rubbed his clothes on the spot, as if he felt his hands dirty. Brother Fubo was immobile. I don't know how many foul words returned to my stomach, and my face turned red. The surroundings were instantly cleared. The group of ghosts and group cultivators couldn't adapt for a while, you look at me, I look at you, but no one made a sound.

"Talent!" said Big Gray with emotion.

"A lot of people doesn't necessarily work. ”

No one scolded, Sanzi breathed a sigh of relief and was a little disappointed at the same time, and said calmly: "I had a lot of people before, and I wasn't beaten by a few of them. ”

The five monks who were praised looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Thirteen Lang took over the conversation and said with a smile: "Meaning, you beat all of us by one?"

"Without her words. That's exactly what I think. ”

The third son was full of emotion, and pointed at the dumb aunt and said to Thirteen Lang: "Where did you get it?

Big Ash had a mouthful of phlegm in his throat, and he almost choked on tears. The five great monks, it should be said that the seven great monks were at a loss at a loss, and their sober minds just now fell into chaos again, and the Fubo monks over there shook their heads again and again, signaling Jiang Fan to let go of themselves, and signaled with his eyes that he would definitely not waste saliva on this heartless disciple of the three armies again.

Thirteen Lang remained calm and said, "It's okay to negotiate if you want to, let's talk about something practical." ”

I have to say that the third son is a very happy person. Such a ridiculous thing can be said seriously, and I feel embarrassed not to consult with him.

Thirteen Lang said, "If I can't figure it out, I'd like to see if I can kill you." ”

"Can't" means not sure, not sure is praise; said: "You and I are both ruthless characters, and it's hard to stop fighting, and I'm not seventy percent sure." I advise you not to do that. ”

Thirteen Lang said sincerely: "I will, what about you?"

"I, I don't want to die. ”

Casually responded. The third son abruptly restrained his expression and asked seriously: "Are you particularly worried?" I'm scared, I'm not sure?"

Shisanro shook his head and replied with the same serious expression: "I'm worried, I'm not sure I'm going to eat, but I'm not afraid." I run fast and fast, it's a big deal to run away after dying a few cannon fodder, you have no problem with me. ”

The third son raised his thumb and exclaimed: "It makes sense, this seat is most afraid of you doing this." ”

Shisanro smiled lightly, simply tied his hands, and stopped talking.

After a few answers, the people and ghosts around them were confused, feeling absurd, and at the same time secretly praising these two as real talents,-for-tat and not very embarrassed. Everyone did not notice that the battlefield pattern had been determined unconsciously. The seemingly powerful third son was afraid of a lot and refused to do it immediately; on the contrary, Thirteen Lang was sitting on 100,000 ghost slaves, and there was a god in charge, and although the seven major repairs were dying, if they were really desperate, they would be a strong force;

The tiger encountering the wolf pack is the most troublesome thing, Thirteen Lang's side can be regarded as a pack of wolves, can the third son be regarded as a tiger?

As for it?

The five major cultivators, including Jiang Fan and Fubo Demon Cultivator, were puzzled and wanted to ask, but none of them asked. Of course, they could see that Sanzi was strong, but they didn't think that he could be strong enough to make Thirteen Lang fearful, and the sentence of throwing everyone away and running away for another team might have exploded, but it was still quiet here, and no one was worried about it.

Well, maybe there is one, Brother Fubo is certainly not at ease, but he is only one person and most likely to be used as cannon fodder, so he does not dare to say anything.

"Awesome, awesome!"

The third son noticed everyone's expressions, and said in sincere admiration: "A non-spiritual and non-demon guy can train these wastes like this, this seat admires!"

Thirteen Lang was a little bored, looking at the strange appearance of the third son, and said sincerely: "No matter how much nonsense I have, I'm going to do it." ”

The third son said angrily: "Okay, let's talk about something useful." First of all, let me take a look at how strong this seat is now. ”

After saying that, the third son raised his head, raised his hand, and punched lightly into the air.

Onslaught!

On a new day, vote lightly, no matter what the vote is, just vote for me.

Old guns

(To be continued......)