Fire and water, dark clouds, thunder and lightning, breeze, earth and stones, points of light, swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks... There are also slippers, dirty clothes and pants, hair, and snot.

Thousands of people, visible or invisible, Void True Power slowly rose into the air.

One, two, three... Swaying all over the sky.

Converge into a sword.

Rushed to the Mo Xiao River.

This is the power of thousands of people's Void True Powers.

Can break thick soil.

Can break the starry sky.

This is the power of the slave army.

Even the peak powerhouse of Shenyin has to avoid its edge.

But Mo Xiaohe stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes as calm as a lake.

There was a loud bang.

The Void Sword formed by the convergence of the power of thousands of people was like a huge stream of water bombarding Mo Xiaohe's armor... Like the sky pressing on the top, the tsunami rushing to the beach, like a volcano flooding the mountains.

Mo Xiaohe stood still

The color of his armor was still dull, but it was as smooth as glass, with no signs of cracking, not even a scratch.

Suddenly the heavens and the earth were quiet.

Everyone's eyes were all focused on Mo Xiaohe.

If you are looking at a bottle of God.

It turned out that on the day of the Hundred Miles Spirit Vein, Mo Xiaohe decided to enter the gray robe of the peak of the Duzhan God Hide... Not hearsay.

Shi Fei of the Mo clan was a little stunned, clenching his fists, but he never dared to make a move.

Nangong Zhu, the dwarf of the Sioux tribe, stared dullly.

Under the arrogant gaze of the red-haired young man of the Sheng clan, his eyelids twitched a little.

The hand that Xue Clan Yao Yi was inserting slowly put down.

The Mo Xiaohe in front of him is a god and a demon, an unshakable god and demon.

Mo Xiaohe just stood quietly like this, doing nothing... Thousands, but none of them dared to move forward.

Chirp.

There was a crisp phoenix chirp in the sky again.

A phoenix on fire swooped down in the morning light.

Fireworks erupted from the mouth of the phoenix.

Again dozens of people were burned to ashes.

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"See, Brother Lao Tzu is so awesome!"

Zhang Ze, who was standing next to Mo Xiaohe, was shouting in a cool pose, "A group of things that don't have long eyes, do you dare to shout and fight with Lao Tzu?"

"Rats, who's the rats?"

"Mujiadi, Geng Huaiguo, Moleng Island... What is it to let a group of slaves come out? If you have the ability, call up all your so-called geniuses, and the three of you will do a group of you!"

The scolding fat man looked at Shi Fei, "You orphan with no father and no mother, the broom star of the eighteenth generation of men and women of your ancestors is all dead, and you fight with Lao Tzu, can you still fight?" Come on!?"

The fat man glanced at the crowd, "For the so-called supreme martial arts honor, for the prestige of the Book of Heaven.... Why don't you grandchildren dare to go up?"

Xiao Wuming didn't know when he jumped out, wiped his nose, jumped to his feet and cursed, "Come on!

However, the people present had already lowered their heads and dispersed in amusement.

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After this battle, the people of Shiguo, Mujiadi, Geng Huaiguo, and Moleng Island finally didn't dare to mess with the fat man.

In the following days, there were no fights or quarrels, and the days became a little boring.

There were still ten days before the beginning of the pear orchard, and the fat man had nothing to do all day, so he wore slippers, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and smoked a cigarette in his bare arms, and wandered around in the camp of the four countries.

When he saw the beautiful girl's house, the fat man patted his belly, whistled, and shouted that his chest was really big and his ass was really round.

When he saw the young man who dared to look at him a few more times, he rushed up and slapped him on the head and face, or kicked him a few times... and then verbally ruined two sentences to stop your mother to die early, and live your father to wear a green hat.

When he sees someone in a place who is happy together, the fat man must go up and point and flip over, shouting that this is really stupid, that is so stupid, whoever shouts back is a kick.

Speaking of which, although the fat man is the most difficult to deal with the Mo people, he goes to the camp of the Sheng people and the Snow people the most.

The Snow Clan has always respected women, so the twenty-eight people, including Yaoyi, are all women, and except for Yaoyi, all are young and graceful women,... In the words of the fat man, he is called a handsome face, with a big chest and a round buttocks.

There are a total of 26 people in the Sheng family's account, of which only seven are women, but the Sheng family, which has always been mysterious and respects the strong, the women are the most coquettish... They have always only worn small clothes and trousers, revealing white flowers, which can often make fat people look at it from ear to ear.

But the fat man is the least popular in the Snow Clan and the Sheng Clan.

Yaoyi, the leader of the Snow Clan, always likes to take a chair and sit outside the tent, and when she sees the fat man coming, she immediately stands up straight, her hands are crossed on her waist, and she shows a fierce look at the fat man.

Yaoyi doesn't fight with fat people, just scolding, scolding is not ruthless, just scolding fat people.

Therefore, in the camp of the Snow Tribe, two fat people, one male and one female, can often be seen scolding each other with their waists inserted into their waists.

"Dead fatty, what are you doing here!

"Dead fat woman, what are you doing in Lao Tzu's way! The plains are not opened by your family, Lao Tzu can go wherever he likes, it's your business!"

"You fat dead man!"

"That fat dead girl... Not only are you fat, but you're also fierce, look at you like this, which man will look down on you in the future. ”

"You are a dead fat man, you have a fat fat fat in white, but you are a pus, you will fight the power, which woman wants to marry you in the future?"

These two scolded each other, and they often didn't like to waste their saliva... Sometimes the fat man Zhang Ze is interested, so he also goes back to move a chair and sits in front of Yaoyi... Therefore, the two can sometimes scold all day.

However, in the eyes of others, it is always Zhang Ze who suffers, after all, Yao Yi is taller than her, stronger than her, and her key voice is higher than her and sharper than her.

The most helpless thing for the fat man is that when Yao Yi scolds people, he often likes to bring out a bucket of water and melon seeds from home... Scolding the fat man, knocking a few melon seeds, and then taking a sip of water, baba twice. Zhang scolded something, and Yao Yi went back as it was.

Scold, Yao Yi is not angry, beat her, Zhang Ze can't beat her, want to enter the camp of the Snow Clan to take a look, this Yao Yi inserted his waist and blocked the front with the thick body of several people.

Therefore, Zhang often returned deflated.

In the camp of the Sheng clan, it is difficult for fat people to take advantage.

Whether the Sheng people are male or female, they are all printed out of the same mold, and their eyes are arrogant... They don't like to talk, and they are still verbally ruined by the fat man, and they can't get angry, so they suddenly give the fat man a kick.

Quarrel, they don't quarrel with you, fight, the fat man is at a loss.

In the end, there was really no way, and the fat man had to partner with Xiao Wuming to bully people.

Xiao Wuming hates women the most in his life, often at night, when the fat man is responsible for letting off steam, Xiao Wuming goes to the camp of the Snow Clan and the Sheng Clan to steal things.

Nor do they steal any valuables.

Xiao Wuming only loves to steal women's underwear.

If you steal it, you won't do anything, just hide it at will, and then hang it up in the morning... When everyone was watching, Xiao Wuming stood up, wiped his nose and made a comparison, whose dirty pants belonged to, and whose dirty clothes belonged to.

It often tickles the teeth of the Snow Clan and the Sheng Clan... But there is nothing to be done about it, and I can't do anything to an eight-year-old child, and even if I can do it, I can't catch up with him.

No matter where Mo Xiaohe is, Xiao Wuming can always hide behind Mo Xiaohe.

Who would dare to reason with Mo Xiaohe?

Mo Xiaohe draws his knife and cuts directly every time.