"This …"
"What is this?"
At that time, everyone looked at each other and could see the shock and ecstasy in each other’s eyes, even forgetting the fear of Qianfo Mountain.
Only Chang Ming doesn’t know whether it was an accident or someone else’s intention to leave him a fruit, which is something like durian.
The head is big and the fruit is covered with spikes, so he can get it out of his mouth
Nowadays, looking at others with ecstasy and dull face, I don’t know whether to bite or not.
"Daoguo" Zhou Jia waved one weapon after another and appeared in the field.
"One man, one sword, choose the weapon that suits him"
The people in the field were attracted by the sharp cold mountain weapons before they woke up from the shock of Daoguo.
Black iron xuanbing!
Is it general that weapons can be kept by Zhou Jia?
Along the way, there are many black iron Xuanbing in his hand. Now, taking them out also makes everyone’s eyes wander.
Breathing is not a lag.
Even the beam is a dull face and can’t help feeling in my heart.
Uncle Zhou is really a treasure saint!
"Whatever!"
On the other side, Chang Ming finally made up his mind to open his mouth and bite the’ durian’ covered with spikes in his hand.
He has ten strong bodies, and even his soft tongue has become extremely tough.
Although it doesn’t hurt to eat, it can be ground alive. In a short time, the whole durian has been swallowed with a mouthful of blood.
Purple thunder knife method!
"Boom!"
A towering knife is coming out through the body, and a little thunder surrounds the whole body. Chang Ming’s eyes are like Lei Guang’s gathering and waving to take a long knife.
Knife means to urge several people to retreat.
At this time, all the people in the field have realized martial arts, and it is obvious that this situation is a gateway to Wushu.
"Son of a bitch!"
Liang is angry, anxious and unwilling.
"Dog excrement luck!"
"Ha …"
Always name eyebrows and face provocation.
"Eat bitter, everyone has something, but you choose me first and thank you for leaving me a good thing."
"You …"
"That’s enough!"
Zhou Jiayin sank coldly swept two people.
"Don’t stay in the mountain after saving people and then …"
"Fight for life!"
Said the step toward the square.
He stepped a few feet, seemingly slowly, but in a few steps, he crossed the broad mountain gate and entered the stone steps.
Can do it, he has done the ending, if he can see themselves.
"Rumble …"
Just stepping on a few stone steps, there was a sudden tremor on the left and right sides, and the original dead breath suddenly recovered its amazing vitality.
Ground trembling
One is stout, one is tall and thin, and two arhats are marching.
Lohan is about meters high, barefoot and golden, reciting the unknown Buddha’s face and smiling at Zhou Jia.
Fat Lohan!
"Uncle Zhou, be careful!"
Someone shouted behind him.
The terror of Qianfo Mountain has been deeply rooted in people’s hearts in recent months.
Not to mention the lucky people of the aborigines in Jicheng, even those tall foreigners are deeply taboo about this place.
The strong black iron is also feeding in these horrible Luohankou!
Although I know Zhou Jia’s strength is great, I still blurt it out in the face of such a golden arhat’s worries and difficulties in self-control
Thin Lohan is taller and faster. He rushes to Zhou Jia first, clenches his fist with one hand and recites the Buddha’s name.
"Shout …"
It’s as if Wan Jun’s powerful force was in the body, and the strong wind was blowing and the hair was shattered. The huge fist front on the ground almost completely enveloped Zhou Jia.
The excess capacity of rice is even more amazing.