Fantasy: It Turns Out That I Am a Peerless God of War

Mao Lin's question immediately made the face of the three martial arts masters turn red, and the muscles on his face couldn't help but twitch.

In his heart, he had the heart to kill Mao Lin.

His mother is blind, isn't she?

You can't see what lineup on the opposite side, the effect of this lineup is put together, not to mention the three martial arts of them, even the three martial kings would have to be planted here.

For a long time, the three of them couldn't say a word.

There is only one thought in my mind, that is, to draw a clear line with the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce as soon as possible, and then run away!

This matter, this lineup, they can't afford it!

"Huh? The three adults?" However, Mao Lin spoke again without opening his eyes, blinked his eyes, and cast his inquiring eyes.

"I am your mother."

Wu Ling, headed by him, slapped Mao Lin's face with a slap in the face, making his eyes glow with gold stars, and said at the same time, "President Mao, we've finished shopping, let's go first."

Obviously, they said this because they wanted people from Qingshanmen to think that the three of them were here to buy things.

After speaking, the three three martial spirits glanced at each other quickly, and then they were about to leave. They quickly walked to the door, and no one stopped them.

This made the three of them secretly relieved, and a smug smile appeared on their faces.

But just as he was about to escape, Mao Lin, who was slapped before he reacted, suddenly heard a voice.

"Three adults, what do you mean? You didn't swear just now that you would help us get rid of these people, why did you suddenly let us go!"

Gah!

These words from Mao Lin suddenly changed the faces of the three major martial arts spirits.

Not daring to stop at all, the martial spirit aura on the three of them suddenly erupted, and as soon as the soles of their feet chopped off the ground, they wanted to fly away.

But they had just swept out, and an extremely dangerous aura shrouded them.

Looking back, I saw Lu Qingshan standing in the sky with a big wave, and the kitchen knife in his hand burst into a dazzling light, and then let go.

Between the skies, the light that the kitchen knife turned into became bigger and bigger, and finally reached a hundred feet and slashed horizontally.

"boom!"

"Boom..."

With the sound of a series of sonic booms, countless buildings collapsed with a bang, and the sword light left a ravine hundreds of long in front of the three martial arts, and the dust rose into the sky.

The three major martial arts were in a cold sweat, and looking at the power of this kitchen knife, they were even more stunned in place.

Obviously, the ravine in front of them is nothing to them, and it can even be easily passed, but now it has become a chasm that they dare not cross.

Because he knew that if he moved one more step, the kitchen knife would probably land on top of their heads.

This knife is really terrifying!

"It seems that the three of you are also involved in this matter?"

High in the sky, Old Ancestor Qingshan's sharp eyes suddenly came over, and a majestic voice came out.

At the same time as he spoke, the other eyes of Qingshanmen also looked over.

With these gazes, the three martial spirits were horrified. Under the pressure of this gathering of people, Rao, the three martial arts masters, couldn't stand it, and almost collapsed.

"Maolin, I call your grandma."

Finally, in a fit of rage, one of the martial spirits turned back and yelled at Mao Lin. If it wasn't for her eyesight, they would have fled long ago if she said that at a critical moment.

"I'm asking you, are you also involved in this matter?" Old Ancestor Qingshan ignored them, and the voice of persuasion came out again.

Knowing that this matter cannot be avoided, the three major martial arts can only face it directly, so he simply said with anger: "Yes, we did mix it up."

"But so what?"

"Even if the three of us are not your opponents, but if you really want to take action against us, you have to weigh our identities."

"Oh?"

Old Ancestor Qingshan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"We are members of the Nansha Zhatian Gang, you have to understand that when I was at its peak, it was not something you could compare with Qingshanmen." That Wu Ling raised his arrogant eyes and said in a deep voice, "Even if it's down now. Quite a lot, the Zhatian Gang can’t compare to your Qingshanmen, but the thin dead camel is bigger than a horse, if you really want to touch us, you have to weigh it.”

With that said, the three major martial spirits showed a tendency to be fearless.

At the beginning, I was really shocked by the lineup of Qingshanmen, but when I remembered that there was the Zhuangtian Gang as the backing, Qingshanmen really dared to attack them when they were not seen.

And Mao Lin finally understood that the three martial spirits in front of him were not the opponents of the Qingshanmen. When he heard the words of the three, his face filled with light again.

After all, they are also grasshoppers on a rope now!

"If, I want to touch you!"

Old Ancestor Qingshan's pupils shrank slightly, Sen Leng said.

"Then I will never give up. After all, we are the elders of the Zhatian gang." That Wu Ling threatened without hesitation: "Unless, you risk your Qingshanmen and my Zhatian gang to start a sect war. Risk, do it to us."

"very good."

Old Ancestor Qingshan's face flashed, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

But the next moment, he waved his palm, and the rolling voice spread across the sky.

"Listen to my order, leave the eighteen guardians to guard here, and the rest will be led by Zhu Yun to set off quickly, and within a day, I will destroy the bombing gang!"

"what?"

would have

Hearing the words, the three fearless martial spirits suddenly changed their expressions, staring at the ancestors of Qingshan.

"you you you……"

"For a trivial matter of a mortal, you actually want to destroy my Exploding Heaven Gang, how could it be, how dare you?!"

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