Mrs. Li was skeptical and said, "I know it for a long time, and I just hope it's not you." "Pull up the long pole and hide behind the rock.

As soon as Mrs. Li retreated, she suddenly snorted, and a heavy object fell from the pine tree above her head, and with a loud bang, she fell on the rock, but it was a bronze giant ding.

Fang Qingluan was shocked again, looked up at the pine tree first, and saw what kind of person was hiding at the top of the tree, and actually moved this big guy weighing hundreds of pounds to the top of the tree, and fell down again.

Looking at the appearance of this copper tripod, it is the same shape as the copper tripod of the Bibi Cave kicked down by the Shicai Gongye Qian, but the body of the tripod is much larger.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a few subtle abnormal sounds, mixed with the wind, almost indistinguishable. Fang Qingluan reacted with great speed, his sleeves danced, waved a strong wind, and counterattacked, seeing the silver light flashing, thousands of small needles like cow hair burst out from all directions.

Fang Qingluan secretly shouted: "It's not good!" Stretching out his hand to grab Han Ning'er's waist, he jumped up and rose out of thin air, but he heard Gongye Qian, Tian Zongliang and the people around him shouting: "Ah, it's not good!" "This vicious secret weapon, Grandma's!" "Ouch, why did you shoot Lao Tzu?"

Fang Qingluan was in mid-air, and at a glance, he saw that the lid of the bronze tripod moved, and something was about to come out of the tripod, he supported Han Ning'er's body with his right hand, and sent Han Ning'er's body upward, shouting, "Sit on the tree!" followed the body and fell, stepping on the lid with both feet.

I only felt that the tripod cover couldn't shake, and even if the "jack pendant" kung fu was made, the tripod cover was pressed. At that time, the rabbit was falling and falling, and it was only a matter of a moment, Fang Qingluan had just suppressed the dinglid, and the shouts of the people around him had already sounded: "Ouch, get the antidote!"

"This is the bull's hair needle in the Bibi Cave, and it is the most powerful to seal the throat and attack the heart for an hour. ”

"Where's the stinky thief, Mr. Lie on the ground, where? Get him out and get the antidote. ”

"This stinky thief is all about hair, and even my old friend is hurt. Where's Mr. Lying on the Ground? Get the antidote, get the antidote!"

"Where's Mr. Lying on the Ground?" and "Get the antidote!" Some of the people who have been poisoned by the needle are jumping around, and some are hugging the tree and shouting, obviously the toxicity on the cow hair needle is very strong, which makes the person with the needle itchy and unbearable.

Fang Qingluan glanced at it, and saw Gongye Qian's left hand touching his chest, his right hand pressing his abdomen, and he was concentrating on his luck, but Tian Zongliang was jumping with his feet and scolding.

He knew that the two had been plotted, and his heart was full of anxiety and anger. These countless poisonous needles were obviously launched from the copper tripod by someone who activated the machine in the copper tripod.

The copper tripod fell from the sky, attracting everyone to look up, and the people in the tripod took the opportunity to send needles, if he hadn't seen the opportunity quickly, the internal force was strong, and these thousands of poisonous needles had already penetrated into his flesh.

Fang Qingluan's internal strength repulsed out the poisonous needles, some of which were shot on others, and some were shot on the tripod, and the person who stole the secret weapon had the tripod to protect himself, and he was safe and sound.

I only heard one person say in a weird way: "Fang Qingluan, this is your mistake, why don't you come to break my kung fu? This is not right with your Qingshanju's actions." ”

The man stood far away, half of his body was hiding behind the rocks, and before he was hit by the poison needle, he said a few cool words.

Fang Qingluan ignored him, wanting to detoxify this poison, he naturally had to find the person who sent the needle in the ding, but he felt that the dings under his feet couldn't help shaking, it was obvious that the person wanted to get out.

Fang Qingluan's left hand on the trunk of the big pine tree, it was like nailing the lid to the big pine tree, if that person wanted to drill out of the ding, if he didn't break out of the ding with a sword and sword, he had to uproot the pine tree with the strength of his waist and back.

The people of Dingzhong have been able to move their strength to the big pine tree, just like the big pine tree that has been attached to Fang Qingluan's body? Fang Qingluan used the kung fu of "leisurely travel" to move the strength of the people in Dingzhong to the big pine tree.

The pine tree swayed from side to side, and the roots of the tree were very loud, but it was not easy to uproot them, and the small roots around the tree also broke a lot for him.

Fang Qingluan wanted to wait for him to lift it a few more times, then he suddenly relaxed, let him burst out, and when he came out, he would inevitably send cow hair needles again to protect himself, and at that time, he waved his palm and slapped it down, nailing these thousands of poisonous needles to him, not afraid that he would not take the antidote to save himself, and it would be much more convenient to take his antidote at that time than to beg him to take the medicine.

I felt that the ding cover was lifted twice, and suddenly there was no movement in the ding, Fang Qingluan knew that he was accumulating strength in luck, and was ready to burst out in one fell swoop, and immediately relaxed his feet, but his right palm was secretly lucky. After a long while, the people in Dingzhong still didn't move, as if they had suffocated to death.

The shouting in all directions was even louder. Some of the disciples with less skill on the cave islands could not bear the itching, and they were already rolling in the ground, and even hit their heads against stones and beat their chests with their fists, the scene was very terrifying.

But when I heard seven or eight people shouting in unison: "Take out Mr. Lie on the ground, pull him out, get the antidote!" In the shouting, more than ten people had red eyes and rushed towards Fang Qingluan at the same time.

Fang Qingluan's left foot was a little on the lid of the ding, his body jumped up lightly, and he was about to sit on the horizontal trunk of the pine tree, when suddenly there was a snorting sound, and the silver light flashed in the oblique thorn, and thousands of thin needles shot at him.

This change came very suddenly, of course, Mr. Lying on the ground who fired the poisonous needle is still in Dingzhong, and the strength and quantity of this cluster of poisonous needles are obviously from the machine, not manpower, could it be that Mr. Lying on the ground is hiding next to him, and then poisoning the hand?

At this time, Fang Qingluan was in mid-air, unable to dodge, if he counterattacked with palm power, Deng Baichuan and the other four were below, and he would inevitably repeat the mistake of the past and hurt his brother again.

At this moment of great urgency, his right sleeve shook, like a sail in mid-air, his body floated three feet to the left, and at the same time, the sleeve of his right hand floated up, and a soft and thick internal force came out, holding thousands of poisonous needles to the sky, and his body was like a light and fluttering big paper kite, flying down leisurely.

At that time, although there was no light in the sky with stars and moons, the lanterns and torches shone very brightly, and everyone was amazed when they saw Fang Qingluan gliding in the air with chic and free.

In the midst of the screams and scolding, there was a burst of cheers like spring thunder, covering up a terrible and piercing cry.

Fang Qingluan was in mid-air, but his eyes were fixed on the source of this bush of cow hair needles, his body fell to a place about a foot above the ground, and his left foot was propped up on a tree trunk that spanned mid-air, and he threw himself out to the right with his strength.

He had swayed and slowed down when he had fallen, but this time he swooped out like a falcon, and a gust of wind swept through him, and his feet fell on top of the head of a Humpty Dumpty man beside the rock.

It turned out that his eyes covered the audience in mid-air, and when he saw this person holding a guy with a small tripod in his arms, he was about to launch again.

The dwarf slid away, moved swiftly, and rolled like a ball in the ground. Fang Qingluan stepped into the air, slammed his palm, and hit the opponent's back.

The dwarf was about to get up when he fell to the ground with the slap. He stood up tremblingly, shook a few times, and his knees went limp, and he sat down on the ground. Take a hundred plating and read the latest chapter of "Golden Dart Laughing Man Record Claw Book House" for free for the first time.