Immortals Dump Waste In My Home

"Uh...you won't just go up like this and try your best?"

Xu Fan loosened his sore and numb limbs, and said angrily: "Otherwise, what's the matter? Will you run away if you are troubled?"

"Uh... ran away? This can be..."

Xu Fan snorted and said, "This time, I won't run even if I die."

"Um... Little Wawa, although this idea is stupid, your kid is also very affectionate, but... can you beat that guy?"

Hearing what he said, Xu Fan immediately calmed down and looked in the direction where the fight was taking place. He saw that the situation got worse and worse. Cheng Susu lost to Senior Brother Long. He was already lying aside, looking at her, fearing that it would be impossible. Get up and fight again.

Xu Ziqing's situation didn't seem to be very good either. Without the assistance of his junior sister, he was obviously unable to compete with the blood and fire sent by Senior Brother Long with a piccolo alone.

Not to mention, Brother Long’s attacking method never talks about the rules of the rivers and lakes, how to be insidious, how to be insidious, Xu Ziqing’s kind of martial arts fighting style met him, and he suffered even more. Under the blood and fire.

As for Qinghe's words, let alone, she was already seriously injured. Faced with the many shameless methods used by Senior Brother Long, she couldn't help but...

"These two guys..."

Xu Fan rolled his eyes helplessly. Faced with Brother Long’s shameless play, he not only didn’t do what he did, he was still swearing like nasty and despicable words. Since they can use it, how could it be possible? Still blush?

"Um...that guy, he also got the true biography of the Demon Cult."

The ridicule of this mysterious person couldn't make Xu Fan happy. Qinghe was indeed right. Even if he added one of his own, he couldn't beat Senior Brother Long...

"Hey, do you have a way?"

Xu Fan thought to himself that since this guy came to help him twice, he could untie the lock demon rope so easily, maybe he could help himself.

"Uh...this is also simple, you just sneak past him and cut off his head easily with a single sword."

"Fuck! Are you kidding me! Do you think you are cutting vegetables?" Xu Fan cursed badly. The cultivation base of Senior Brother Long is so much higher than his own. Senior Brother Long cut in half with a single sword.

"Um...cutting vegetables, this statement? It's quite consistent with..."

Seeing that he couldn't support it anymore, Xu Fan couldn't help but roll his eyes, and said, "Big brother, don't you do it, let me think of a more reliable way!"

"Uh...Why can't I say it, Master Dao? Uh...it's the fallacy of your little baby."

"Forget it, I'm not going to talk nonsense with you, Dao master, I'll just go straight." Xu Fan shook his head helplessly, and moved forward when he mentioned Tunmo.

"Um...you little baby, slow down, Master Dao, let me talk to you."

"Master Dao, I have sealed the spiritual sense behind him, uh, according to your statement... it's also feasible to cut vegetables."

Xu Fan heard what he said, and looked over there. At this time, the three of Qinghe were facing the enemy in front of Senior Brother Long. This long-winded Taoist master probably didn't lie to him.

That's it!

"Hey, don't pit me!" Xu Fan couldn't help being curious and asked before leaving.

"Um...I'm not the Taoist, I'm impatient, Little Wawa, if you talk to me again, I'm afraid that little girl will be finished."

Xu Fan quickly looked over there and saw that Qinghe had fallen to the ground. Xu Ziqing could not look good. Senior Brother Long had already won the final victory, and he was only waiting to kill him.

"Fuck! Why didn't you say it earlier!" Xu Fan didn't care about continuing to talk with the Taoist master, and immediately used the kung fu of hiding the longevity formula and touched behind Senior Brother Long.

"Um... Little Wawa, you didn't ask Dao Ye, I was so impatient..."

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Seeing that his opponents had all been knocked to the ground by himself, Senior Brother Long's face looked extra mad, and he carried the blood-colored long sword to Qinghe who fell to the ground and forced it past.

"Hmph, the kung fu of Shengjiao seems to be not weaker than that of our Anxuan Academy, Junior Sister, didn't you just say? Um...do you want to kill demons? Why? Why are you lying on the ground?"

"Huh! Three abuses! Victory is not martial!"

Qinghe fell to the ground and gave Senior Brother Long a fierce look, trying hard to stand up, staggering and falling into a pool of blood.

"Oh? Xia Sanlan? Junior sister? You haven't fought a real enemy yet? If you don't agree, you can use it." Senior Brother Long's face was full of jokes, shameless and authentic.

After he finished talking about the blood on the ground with his long sword in his hand, he licked it cleanly with his tongue one by one, and sneered: "Huh, but I'm afraid there is no chance, you, sister."

"Huh! Give me a good time!" Qing He closed his eyes after finishing speaking, and did not intend to continue resisting.

"Haha, give you a good time? Junior sister, we have been in friendship for so many years, can't it just be so happy, I still want to..."

"Ok?"

Seeing his sudden voice stopped, Qinghe couldn't help but opened his eyes curiously, and couldn't help being startled. At this time, Senior Brother Long, who was arrogant before, turned into a headless corpse.

"Fuck, you talk too much!"

Xu Fan kicked the corpse of Senior Brother Long with one kick, took the swallow ink back, and said to Qinghe: "Hey, Dabingshan, are you not dead?"

Qinghe quickly recovered from the astonishment of Senior Brother Long being killed by a sword. He gave Xu Fan a fierce look and said, "Thanks to you, I didn't die!"

"Hey!"

Xu Fan grinned incredulously, and wondered: "Master Bingshan, I saved your life, why are you so fierce!"

Qinghe gritted his teeth to deal with his injuries a bit, and hummed: "Sneak attack behind the scenes, using three indiscriminate methods, winning is not honorable!"

Xu Fan rolled his eyes and said, "Please, elder sister, please don't be so rigid, okay?"

There was a moment of complacency on his face, and he said: "Humph, anyway, I am your savior now, Master Bingshan, you are not allowed to be aggressive to me in the future, you know?"

Qing He glared at him coldly, did not answer, but searched for Senior Brother Long.

Xu Fan curled his lips. He was just joking to mediate the atmosphere. Senior Sister Dabingshan really didn't understand the taste.

"Ahem... Junior Brother Xu, this time, you made me smack again..." Xu Ziqing limped from the side.

Xu Fan touched his head embarrassedly, and said with a smirk: "Hey, luck, luck."