His expression was full of respect, and it was obvious that the second generation of bandits had been regarded as a real opponent by him. used the most complicated battle etiquette and said to the second generation of bandits.

The second generation of bandits clenched their fists with both hands, and their faces looked deserving, as if they treated this dragon worship with such respect for his opponent's courtesy, which made him very proud. While proud, there is a trace of dissatisfaction.

Just call him a little Taoist friend!

Little friends?

Are you small?

Although the second generation of bandits is only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, he has always regarded himself as an adult and an adult, and he hates it very much, and even hates it very much when others say that he is small.

Hate to the point of hatred.

Anyone who says he is small will be teased by him.

Because he has always believed in a certain saying: it is okay for a man to be bigger, but he must not be smaller.

And now the word "little Taoist friend" enshrined by the dragon deeply stimulated him and made him very unhappy. Even if the dragon worship uses the most complicated etiquette, it is almost the most respectful battle etiquette of the opponent in the cultivation realm.

But these, although they made the second generation of bandits feel a little proud, they were far from being able to make up for the dragon to worship that little Taoist friend.

This little Taoist friend, the eyes of the second generation of bandits who called it were almost red.

His eyes were like a red-eyed rabbit, staring at the dragon viciously, and he shouted viciously: "I'm not small, I hate people to say I'm small!"

Long Feng's face was stunned, and in his eyes full of fighting intent, he looked at the second generation of bandits with a hint of weirdness, and his face became extremely strange.

"What's your expression? Don't you hear from anyone? It's okay for men to be older. Can't it be small?" The eyes of the second generation of bandits were extremely red, like a vicious wolf, staring fiercely at the dragon worship and roaring.

The dragon worship was stunned again, and there was a hint of confusion.

Even he himself felt very weird, how could he be so dignified and invite him to fight with the most respectful etiquette for his opponent, how could it become such a situation?

This situation is giving him some headaches. and quirky.

"This little Taoist friend, there may be some misunderstanding between us!" Long Xian could only persuade him with good words, he was here to fight, not to scold the street in front of everyone.

"And say that I'm small!"

"It was a misunderstanding, you must have done it on purpose. Yes, it must be on purpose!"

The second generation of bandits was once again mad by this small word, like a vicious wolf, glaring fiercely at the dragon and yelling.

"Uh...."

Long Xian also suddenly found that the more he explained, the darker it became, and the more he stimulated the young man.

Isn't it right to say that you are a little Taoist friend?

But no matter how you look at it, the dragon worship thinks it's quite right.

own age. It's almost twice as long as this teenager. Although it is said that there is a bitter feeling that the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves. But it's true. He was thirty-two years old, and the boy was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

With such a big difference, isn't it right to call him a little Taoist friend?

"Isn't Long calling wrong?"

Long Feng said to the second generation of bandits with a puzzled expression.

"Ahhh

The second generation of bandits is simply going crazy, whether this guy from the other side understands or not, and says again and again that he is small. I hate others for saying that I am too small in my life, and I have been said several times this time, this is simply cutting meat in the hearts of the second generation of bandits!

It's going crazy!

"You guy, you must have done it on purpose, on purpose!"

"I'm going to duel with you, duel !!"

The second generation of bandits roared almost in a wolf's voice, and a gray sword like a shadow appeared in his hand, pointing at the dragon and roaring.

This sword is the Shadow Sword!

The natal magic weapon of Xiao Wudao, the senior brother of the Heavenly Palace, after Xiao Wudao was killed by Wang Lin, he easily dodged this shadow sword, which was already beyond the list of the best magic weapons, and gave it to the second generation of bandits.

Because he felt that the second generation of bandits was very suitable for this sword.

Sure enough, the second generation of bandits got this sword, which is simply like a tiger with wings, but... The second generation of bandits is different from others, he has become more obscene...

No, a peerless sword with a good handle and full of appearance that surpasses the list of the best magic weapons, was stunned by the obscene guy of the second generation of bandits, and made it extremely inconspicuous, like a sword turned out of the garbage heap.

This...

It's really a tyrannical thing!

Even Wang Lin couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw the second generation of bandits holding a gray shadow sword that looked like it had been turned out of a garbage heap.

This guy of the second generation of bandits, what appearance and gentlemanly behavior you want to tell him, it's useless!

The obscene nature has penetrated deep into his bones, even into his soul.

It's hard to correct in this life!

He won't talk to you about whether it's good-looking or not, he'll just tell you that this sword is inconspicuous, like one that came out of the garbage heap, so that people can ignore it and sneak up on people.

Regarding the obscene theory of the second generation of bandits, Wang Lin is already cocooned by his ears.

He often told himself in his heart not to pay attention to the obscene and shameless boy of the second generation of bandits, let alone his obscene thoughts. But this person and others will always be affected.

No, Wang Lin felt that he had become more and more obscene recently.

I always like to do some sneak attacks, do some things behind the scenes, and as for doing them openly, these things can be avoided, so they are avoided.

Even Wang Lin can't control himself anymore, let alone the second generation of bandits.

He is already obscene, and he can't change it!

No, he was enraged, and immediately took out the shadow sword and pointed it at the dragon to worship, shouting that he wanted to duel!

What made everyone around roll their eyes was that everyone finally burst into tears when they saw the second generation of bandits take out his natal magic weapon, but what made people cry even more was that the second generation of bandits' natal magic weapon was so unbearable!

It even makes people feel unbearable to look at...

This sword sucks!

That's what kind of garbage heap it came out of!

The surrounding spectators, especially those who supported the victory of the second generation of bandits, were dissatisfied, or shouted with tears on their faces: "God is pitiful, this sword was made from which garbage?

"I said, this little follower boss, you can't do this, you really don't have a sword, ask us for it, we'll change you to a better sword! Although it's not the best, but the intermediate magic weapon can still be obtained!"

In the face of the surrounding audience who were about to become his fans, they shook the sword one after another, and the second generation of bandits refused without hesitation.