The spear in Ling Yun's hand was pulled out little by little from the heart of a black-robed monk, the monk's eyes widened, and after a few mouthfuls of blood spat out of his mouth, his whole body fell to the ground weakly.

Looking at the monk who fell to the ground, Ling Yun just slowly spit out a smoke ring, he watched the smoke ring dissipate in the air and said, "Actually, sometimes, life is so worthless, who told us that we are destined to be enemies." ”

As he spoke, Ling Yun took another complicated puff of cigarette, and then spit out a smoke ring.

When he spat out the smoke ring, the scene in the ring kept changing.

"Monk, now you will face one last enemy. ”

At this time, such a voice sounded in Ling Yun's ears, in his feelings, this voice seemed to have no emotion, and it did not belong to the kind of normal people at first glance.

But he only paused for a moment at the voice, and the whole person came back to his senses.

"Fortunately, I didn't meet Rong'er in the first few competitions, nor did I meet Xiaopang and Zou Wei, I hope that in the last competition, I don't meet one of the three of them. Ling Yun couldn't help clasping his hands together, and then recited: "Amitabha." ”

The next moment, the scene around Ling Yun began to change constantly, and the surroundings fell into a white expanse.

The white vastness only lasted for a short time before quickly dissipating, and Ling Yun saw a new opponent standing in front of him.

This opponent is not Zhao Ronger, not Wang Xiaopang, or Zou Wei.

No matter what this opponent's appearance was, Ling Yun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that this opponent was not any of the three.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Ling Yun had the heart to look at this opponent incessantly.

It was a bald boy, who looked to be about seventeen years old, but the boy was a little precocious, and his face was not only a little older than the flesh.

In fact, this young man can accept it no matter what, but this young man is a bald head, which has to surprise Ling Yun.

And the mace that the young man was carrying in a black robe and his bald head looked as funny as he was.

Ling Yun smiled, he took a puff of the cigar in his mouth, and then said: "I couldn't stop reciting the sentence 'Amitabha Buddha' just now, but I didn't expect that when I read it, I actually read a bald head, which really makes me a little unbelievable." ”

Hearing this, the young man was very upset, he stroked the bald head on the skull, and then said: "You bastard, do you have an opinion on the bald head, if you have an opinion, say it?"

Ling Yun fanned the smoke ring in the air with his left hand, and then said, "It's nothing, I'm just sighing, I don't have any opinion on bald heads." ”

Hearing this, the bald monk took out a brick from the Qiankun bag, and when he put the brick on the ground, his right foot dragged it and stepped on the brick, and pointed at his bald head with the rough index finger of his left hand and said, "If you have no opinion on my bald head, then Lao Tzu has an opinion on you." ”

As he spoke, the bald monk's thick lower mouth kept turning outward, making him even more dragged and dragged away.

Ling Yun continued to take a leisurely puff of his cigar, and then said, "Interesting, interesting, tell me what you think of me." ”

The bald monk stroked his rough right hand on the bald head again, and then said, "I think my iron head is so handsome and chic, when I saw Miss Rong'er for the first time just now, I fell in love with her deeply. ”

As he spoke, Tietou's right hand stroking his bald head paused, and then he said with infinite tenderness in his eyes: "My Tietou originally wanted to go up and show his love to Miss Rong'er at the beginning, but I didn't expect to be taken by you, a bastard. ”

Iron Head looked at Ling Yun with a feeling of wanting to eat his flesh and drink his bones.

Ling Yun held the cigarette in his mouth between the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and then flicked the long cigarette ash before saying, "Hey, another one who is infatuated with Rong'er, but it's a pity, Miss Rong'er has fallen in love with me deeply, and you don't have a chance." ”

Looking at Ling Yun's appearance, the iron head became even more crazy, and he stroked his bald head again and said with hatred: "I will use my bald head to kill you personally, I believe that as long as I kill you, then Rong'er will definitely like me deeply." ”

The cigarette butt in Ling Yun's right hand trembled, and then said, "You actually said that you would kill me with your bald head, and I really started to look forward to it, I don't know how your bald head will kill me?"

"You see, there is a bright light flickering on this bald head of mine from time to time. As he spoke, his gnarled right hand stroked his bald head.

Under this care, his bald head was actually glowing with the color of black iron, and in the black iron, there was also a powerful light, if it was in the night, then this light would definitely be illuminated.

Ling Yun looked at the bald head that was emitting light, and he couldn't help but be curious: "Indeed, this bald head of yours does exude a different color, but what's the use of this?"

Tietou just smiled fiercely, and then said: "If I kill you, I will find a dark and unmanned night to show love to the goddess Rong'er girl in my heart, when the time comes, in the dark night, Rong'er girl will definitely feel empty, lonely, and cold, then I can use my bald head to illuminate Rong'er girl, you say I am poetic enough, enough painting, right?"

As he spoke, Tietou's eyes flashed with boundless intoxication, and his eyes were blurred, as if he could already imagine the scene with Zhao Rong'er after killing Ling Yun.

Hearing the words of the iron head, Ling Yun almost fell, but he still barely stood firm, his eyes did not stop at the bald head of the iron head, and then said: "You should keep this light bulb for yourself, because you will never be able to win me." ”

As he spoke, Ling Yun was crossing his legs, and his left foot shook on the ground, even his hands were wrapped around his chest.

Such a dragging posture, coupled with the cigarette in Ling Yun's mouth, made his whole person look even more uninhibited.

"Then let's try the power of my iron head and iron head skills. Iron Man's two fists were clenched, and at this moment, his skull was even brighter, and a trace of cold light was scattered from this skull.

"Come on, come on, don't talk nonsense. Ling Yun stood leisurely and hooked his middle finger towards the iron head.