Mo Xiaohe, who is proficient in Tianzi steps, is very fast, so his fists are also very fast.

Mo Xiaohe, who has been tempered by potions and inhuman tempering for three months in Guilin Mountain, has also a very hard fist.

Time seemed to slow down in an instant, and the slow space became a flowing picture scroll, in the extremely changing expressions of hundreds of people..... The flag of Geng Huaiguo, which stood not far away, fell to the ground in response, drowning in the yellow sand in the sky.

"I actually want to fight you, but it seems that you don't want to fight me. ”

Mo Xiaohe rubbed his fists and slowly walked towards the Tian Zhan brothers, "So I can only play the flag." ”

The flag on the battlefield did not fall, and the soldiers who charged at the forefront to kill the enemy bravely knew that the general was still there and the army's heart was not in chaos.

Only when the flag on the frontier of a country's territory does not fall, will the people who sing and dance will know that the country is still safe and that all the people are safe and healthy.

Therefore, the flag is a symbol of authority and dominance.

Now that Geng Huaiguo's flag hanging on the Baili Spirit Vein has fallen, it means that Geng Huaiguo has lost his right to rule over this land, and this news will spread to everyone in the Baili Spirit Vein as soon as possible.

Tian Zhan and Tian Liang's brothers turned pale, and their lips trembled a little. Until this moment, they still didn't have the courage to make a move at Mo Xiaohe.

At the same time, Tian Zhan's brain was also running at a very fast speed, thinking about how to shirk the responsibility and how to keep Geng Huaiguo's high-level leaders from investigating him.

Even though all this was impossible at the moment when the flag fell, they still couldn't believe it.

"The flag that was hoisted so high suddenly fell, and I think you will find it within a hundred miles, and you will not have a way out. ”

Mo Xiaohe sat on his knees and looked at the two Tian Zhan brothers very puzzled, "Why don't you fight with me?" ”

Mo Xiaohe, who is full of temperament, is really a little suspicious, is it really that he is so handsome that he is invincible in the world and shocks them, or is the aura he shows is so terrifying that they dare not make a move?

If you think about it carefully, who in this world can enter the battle and become a saint?

"Guys, did you believe it this time? Lao Tzu came down from Guilin Mountain, ready to relieve the emperor of Guilin in the world!"

After all, it was a big thing, after all, the two Tian brothers, who were the leaders of Geng Huaiguo, did not dare to come out with one of them, and Mo Xiaohe was also a little superior, waving his arms, and shouting at the workers very confidently.

"This is the only one chance, if we can't save Guilin Mountain, you group of people will be like this for the rest of your life, trapped here as a wreck!"

As he spoke, Mo Xiaohe took out a flag from his arms, and when he blew it in the wind, he shouted in the direction of the wind, "Why don't you hurry up and pick up your weapons and fuck the hell with Lao Tzu?!"

The wood-numb laborers unconsciously clenched their fists, and suddenly felt in their eyes that this old rag clothes, unkempt, and sloppy little boy was really cute.

Since ancient times, heroes who are not afraid of heaven and earth are not afraid of the earth, aren't they all so informal?

Since ancient times, the brave and invincible generals are all a bit ruffian?

Since ancient times, the monarchs who have opened up countless territories have not dared to say and do?

It's silly, but it's cute

The laborers finally shouted in unison, "Fuck it!"

In the endless desert, there were voices of "it!".

...

The flag of Geng Huaiguo, standing in the spirit veins of a hundred miles, towers into the sky, as high as dozens of floors, no matter how tight the wind and sand are, how loud the thunder, how dense the lightning is... For hundreds of years, not a single flag has fallen.

At this moment, all the resting laborers stopped their work, all the leaders who had just woken up from the afternoon nap and were sleepy as if the sky had fallen, and the Shenyin masters on the periphery of the hundred miles of spiritual veins guarding them galloped towards the place where the incident occurred for the first time.

Only the case was found to be very quiet, and the Tian Liang Tian brothers, who were afraid of taking responsibility, had already packed their bags and set off, and it was expected that they were preparing to flee to the nearby Guilin land.

The perpetrator Mo Xiaohe is gone, and the laborers who have been resigned all their lives have left... It's just that in the wind and sand of the desert, under the dark clouds, there are flags falling one after another. Among them, there are Geng Huaiguo, and there are Mujiadi and Moleng Island.

There was an extra group of people in the Baili Spirit Vein, and this group of people carried a bunch of big flags, and on the flags were written a few words that were not domineering, but they were very guilty, "Mo Xiaohe, the emperor of Guilin, is here to lead you to do this group of beasts." And then everywhere the group carrying the flag went, there would be a shout, "Fuck it!"