Chapter 1328 I'm Not Cowardly
"you you you……"
"Martial arts! This seat absolutely cannot bear such humiliation! Are you going to fight against the entire Blood Cloud Holy Land?"
"Martial arts! I advise you to think clearly, for a disciple to offend my Blood Cloud Holy Land..."
Snapped……
clap clap clap...
The sound of slaps sounded one after another, and the scene seemed a little neat...
The ambience...also strong!
Wu Xing shook his hand, as if he slapped his hand in pain just now...
The Supreme Elder of the Blood Cloud Holy Land, the Gorefiend, covered his face, his mouth suddenly grew huge, and a sense of grievance was gathering in his chest...
Don't bring such bullying!
A slap in the face doesn't matter, what does it mean to slap a dozen or so in a row? What's the matter... don't you give me any face at all? As the Supreme Elder of the Blood Cloud Holy Land... I don't even have this right?
Gorefiend looks a little aggrieved... This feeling is simply not too real!
"Martial arts..."
Gorefiend's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared...
Just when he wanted to say something else, Wu Xing had already said, "No matter how loud, it's not as simple as slapping your head. Do you want to change your position?"
After Wu Xing finished speaking, he stretched out casually...
This operation...just don't be too strong!
The blood demon twitched his lips and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it. The whole person was trembling and panicked...
"Bastard... bastard!"
"Damn...damn bastard!"
Although the Gorefiend was cursing, his footsteps were very real. He turned around and fled, and the speed was getting faster and faster!
"This Liangzi, the Holy Land of Blood Clouds, is forged!"
Put down a ruthless word, the speed of the Gorefiend is getting faster and faster...
A farce... in an inexplicable end.
Everyone opened their mouths, and the inexplicable feeling at the moment seemed even stronger.
This is... gone?
"Grass! After all, it is also a Supreme Elder of a Holy Land! The existence of the Samsung Sanctuary is so cowardly?"
"Day! I really thought I could see anything good-looking today! That's it? Fucking chicken feathers?"
"Who said it wasn't... Isn't this a piece of chicken feathers?"
"How can there be such a strong sanctuary in the Blood Cloud Holy Land? What's the matter... It's so funny!"
"Huhuhu... It's so fun to look at..."
"I'm convinced!"
"But I have to say that the blood-faced Yama is still the same! He has been so strong from beginning to end!"
"Hahaha! That's a must, don't even look at who they are!"
"Hey... I don't know if I don't compare it, I'm shocked when I compare it... The difference is not too big!"
"It's so cool that that young man can be placed under the hands of the blood-faced Yama, right? Protecting the calf to the extreme!"
"Are you sure this is lucky? Brother...you're still young!"
"According to normal practice, no more than half of the blood-faced Yama's disciples can live in the cave for more than a year..."
"Well... those who have lived for more than a hundred years are even fewer, one-tenth?"
"Even if they are alive, they are basically disabled..."
"Hey... You really deserve the name of the blood-faced Yama of this vice president of martial arts? Boy, you are still too young!"
"Well... I really want to see how long this new disciple of Blood-faced Yama can live..."
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A farce gradually ended, and the melon-eating crowd dispersed...
Wu Xing strode towards Qi Tian's position.
Qi Tian shrugged, he didn't expect it would be gone so easily... He was still ready to play!
"Master!"
When the seventh senior brother Gucci saw Wu Xing, his expression became excited, and he hurriedly came to pay respects.