got the answer he wanted, Yin Hong didn't say any more nonsense, directly arched his little hand, took a few steps back, and continued to obediently be a melon eater.

At this time, the three of them looked at Yuan Futong in unison, and Yuan Futong was so shocked that he was about to come out in a cold sweat.

He knew that this time his cold iron heaven-shaking rod was more than lucky.

There is a lot of regret in my heart.

But, if he just looked at his treasure and was cut off by someone, how could he be willing in his heart?

I worked hard to get this by myself.

And, because of this, he made himself not a human being, a ghost.

He looked down at the iron rod in his hand, and then looked up at the faces of the people.

I felt helpless in my heart, but when he swept Yin Hong, the big black stick he was holding behind his back, suddenly... Spirit.

The originally gloomy and lost look instantly became radiant.

He said loudly to the king of the sword: "The king of the sword, what are you doing with the sword?" How can you be a man of your word without believing it? Don't forget, just now you said that your Great Shang Dynasty has countless such iron rods! We're talking about iron rod to iron rod. There's a kind of you call that kid out! Let Ben Shuai meet his big black stick. ”

As he spoke, Yuan Futong pointed at Yin Hong, who was not far behind the King of Xu.

At this moment, the whole audience was stunned.

I've seen shameless, but I've never seen such shameless?

Not to mention that the King of Xuan showed disdain, even Kunpeng felt a little faceless.

This seems to be playing directly with his heels to directly crush everyone's IQ.

Kunpeng still felt that King Xuan was shameless before, but now think about it.

But I really feel that among the four of me, I really can't find a good product.

Really... Is it clustered? At this moment, Kunpeng wanted to cry a little.

I don't brag about it, but this bull brags more than anyone else.

Look at the father and son of King Na and Yin Hong, one can fool more than the other.

At present, even Brother Yuan, who has always been paralyzed, has begun to learn to cheat.

"Ugh..."

......

But right now, Yuan Futong really has no choice.

For the sake of his magic weapon, it is a shame to be ashamed, what else can he do?

Brother Kunpeng, the magic weapon here, though... But there are really not many of them.

If you want to say that the value is those dried fish, as for the weapons in his hand, he has never seen a single one.

Those present are all clear-eyed people, who can be a fool?

In this situation, either make a provocative statement and ridicule it, but...

Cheeky, or iron rod to iron rod.

Apparently... Pi, no one present wanted it to happen, including Yuan Futong himself.

At this time, Yin Hong could only sigh helplessly.

"Alas... After all, I still have to be a master to bear this sin... Okay, come on, come on! ”

Seeing Yin Hong step out, Yuan Futong also felt a little guilty in his heart.

After all, he is a handsome man, and it is a bit unreasonable to play tricks in order to save his magic weapon.

Look at it again, this father and son are not broken.

I am quite grateful.

Only then did he say loudly: "Your Royal Highness, Ben Shuai will not deceive you." This iron rod is just standing here, smash it however you want. As long as this iron rod is crooked by you, even if Ben Shuai loses. ”

After speaking, Yuan Futong inserted the iron rod in his hand directly into the ground, and he stepped back.

It's obviously going to be like it's going to do what it says.

Coupled with the change in the title of His Royal Highness, Yin Hong's heart also moved slightly.

[Is this facial paralysis all right? 】

[But this is a chaos rod, the power is geometric, and the master has no score in his heart...]

[Forget it, let's save some face for you.] The master will be exposed if he does it casually! 】

Correct...

Yin Hong pulled out his Chaos Rod, just so casually.

Unexpectedly, just as he made a move, a strange feeling suddenly surged from the iron rod to his arm.

It's nothing else, it's a raging desire to fight!

This is not some kind of bullshit, when it is strong, it is strong, and when it is weak, it is weak.

This is completely the crazy idea that when you are strong, you will become stronger, and when you are weak, you must ravage it!

"Damn! What's going on? ”

Yin Hong sacrificed, completely unable to hold his hand.

Syllable!!! ——

A sound of gold and iron clashing followed.

Immediately, a dazzling bright light erupted.

It gives a deafening visual effect.

......

The next moment, everyone was stunned and froze there.

Yin Hong swallowed and looked down at the iron rod in his hand.

There was a gray glow that flashed away, and it looked like a kind of contempt for the weak.

It was as if just one blow had made it no longer disdain the cold iron Heaven-shaking Rod.

[Damn!] Big brother, what are you doing? 】

[You have a magic weapon, are you still angry? 】

[What kind of sin is this made, master...]

Yin Hong looked up awkwardly at everyone's expressions.

Kunpeng's expression was sluggish, and the king of Xuan stared at him in disbelief.

Yuan Futong stood in place as if he was nothing, staring at the cold iron heaven-shaking rod quietly, motionless.

Correct...

In the next moment, only a crisp cracking sound was heard, and it began to float through the entire secret room.

It's just a few breaths, boom-

I saw that the surface of the cold iron heaven-shaking rod began to crack inch by inch.

Whew—

Another wink.

The iron rod, which seemed to be still struggling to survive, turned into pieces and spilled all over the ground.

"This..."Yin Hong was stunned, this was not an interruption, a break, or a cripple at all, but was directly crushed into scum.

After a long time, the three of them came to their senses and looked at Yuan Futong, who was still calm.

Just at this glance, the three of them couldn't help but secretly admire each other.

is worthy of being a generalissimo who can command the three armies, and this determination is really not comparable to ordinary people.

Kunpeng couldn't help but open his mouth to persuade him.

"Brother, it's okay, you can think of a good one, brother will find a way to get you another one."

Not to mention Kunpeng, even the King of Xuan showed a hint of appreciation.

This kind of Mount Tai collapsed on the top and the face did not change color, and the wind of a proper general.

There was even a faint rise in my heart, wanting to solicit the idea of digging the foot of the wall.

Thinking like this, I didn't care about the previous-for-tat.

There is a great sense of enmity.

took a few steps forward, came to Yuan Futong's side, and patted him on the shoulder.

Zhengse said: "Brother, your concentration is good, are you willing to go to Lone's account..."

Correct...

Before the king finished speaking, he saw that Yuan Futong was slapped lightly by him and lost his center of gravity.

The whole person was straight and straight, but he fell backwards and fell...

Bang –

The sound of a fall to the ground was heard.

When I looked at Yuan Futong's expression again, he still maintained the smile he had before.

"This..."The King is embarrassed now...

This Nima, it turned out that it was not that he was well determined, but that the stick went down, and he was already so shocked that he lost his soul...

"Ahh Brother! ——”

Seeing this, Kunpeng's face turned scorched, and he quickly stepped forward to help Yuan Futong up.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Futong was overstimulated, and his body was stiff, like a zombie