Our Hometown

Chapter 44—Bitch Li Changfeng

Looking at the drunken back, Yun Lang's eyes were somewhat helpless, but he had to admit that surrendering was indeed a wise choice at this time.

"I also surrender!" Following the cry of Li Changfeng, Yun Lang also shouted with a throat.

Knowingly lost, but forcibly fighting, this is purely a fool's behavior.

Bai Ming's eyebrows were hoisted up in shock, with a tearless expression on his face, but things were irreversible.

Yun Lang's surrender directly determined the direction of the war.

Huo Qubing gave up his resistance at the order of Yun Lang. In the Han dynasty, Huo Qubing hardly obeyed Yun Lang's military orders and could not suffer.

But here, of course, Huo Qu's pathology chose obedience, led by Yun Lang. This is Huo Qu's first choice when he came to this world.

The dart masters also stopped. Although they listened to Bai Ming's orders, Yun Lang was also the helm of the dart board. They knew that.

The disciples of Tianyu Gate dazzling like snowflakes, one after another, surrounded Yun Lang and others.

In front of the snow all over the sky, Yun Lang and others are tiny like rocks occasionally exposed in the snow.

The crowd gave way to a avenue, and a man with a long figure and a crown-like jade came over. His gaze did not look at Li Changfeng, who should be the most watched in the audience, but at Yunlang.

Under such a vision, Yunlang naturally has an illusion that should not be there, it seems that they are coming to him.

"Meet for the first time, introduce yourself, deity illusion." The man fluttered in front of Yun Lang and said slowly.

Although there was a very real person standing in front of him, Yun Lang felt like a dream. This person looked very unreal in his eyes.

He seems to be in the air, like a real person, but not like it.

Huo went sick with a cold face inserted from the oblique thorn and blocked it in front of Yun Lang. He said with a cold voice: "It's a shame for us to surrender. Do n’t talk nonsense! Yeah does n’t like nonsense. ”

The illusion laughed, and looked softly like a little jasper. He looked at Huo to get sick and said, "Yeah? Such a weird name, you have not forgotten, it is rare. The deity does not like killing people, rest assured, you will be good. Alive. "

Listening to these words is like fooling children, and people who do n’t kill people are not called rivers and lakes.

Huo went sick and ridiculed and smiled, shouting: "Yeah loves to be called that way, what should you do?"

Yun Lang's complexion changed quietly. His concern was different from that of Huo Qubing. This guy named Huan Ling said something intriguing.

Listening to what he said and what he said, it seems that he knows the origin of this name?

This really surprised Yun Lang. The only person who knows this title is from the Han Dynasty.

This grandson in front of him ... is also a Han Chinese?

Yun Lang's doubtful eyes fell on the phantom, he smiled and asked, "So, are we from the same place?"

The magic spirit lifted up the orchid finger, which was not good-looking, and fiddled with his hair. He said, "So you are not a dragon martial artist?"

Yun Lang looked at the illusion alertly, carelessly, just a mistake of a sentence, actually got him into a dangerous situation.

This should not have happened. Even if this person is from the Han Dynasty, it obviously does not look like a good person.

and many more……

Yun Lang narrowed his eyes, carefully nudged his own thoughts.

Why he seems to have some difficulty in controlling his thoughts, the sentence just spoke out almost.

Can this grandson ... control the heart?

The corner of her mouth, which looks as beautiful as a woman, slowly hooked up and said, "It's very impolite to call someone grandson."

Yun Lang looked at the illusion, his expression was as if he had entered the aqua toilet. Is this grandson a woman or a man? Really spy on people's hearts.

The phantom's face suddenly turned black, and a cloud of darkness enveloped it.

"Take it home!" The phantom seemed to be annoyed by Yun Lang's thoughts, and did not intend to continue talking with Yun Lang again, and gave a cold command.

It's terrible to be able to spy on people's hearts!

Yunlang was honestly divided by several disciples of Tianyu Gate, and was heavily wrapped, catching up with a huge giant bird.

This bird is a bit like an ostrich, but it is obviously more fierce than an ostrich.

The half-foot-long pointed beak is made of pure steel, with a little bit of cold light.

The wings are like eagles, the feathers on the edges are extremely hard, like a steel knife with a handle inserted in it.

After going up to Yunlang, there were three expressionless Tianyumen disciples who also joined the giant bird's back together.

Like Yunlang, Huo Qubing, Li Changfeng, Bai Ming and others were treated the same, and they were all caught up with giant birds.

With a dull sound of the snail, the giant bird fluttered its wings, and Yun Lang had not yet reacted, and was already in the cloud.

Glanced at the ground farther away at his feet, Yun Lang said that he was a little scared. This flight without safety measures made him quite panicked.

Was arrested in this way, Yun Lang's heart was bad.

Sitting on the only soft back of this giant bird, various ideas flowed into Yun Lang's mind.

Although Yun Lang is almost unrestrained in this world, it is not his personality to wait and die.

Fantasy spirit seems to be very unusual in the status of Tianyumen. Although talking to him is just a few sentences, Yun Lang can vaguely feel it. This grandson knows the Great Han Kingdom. The previous entrustment of Ling Xi and Master Kong Wu made Yun Lang hardly think about it, and justified this.

This also indirectly proves that Yunlang must have a way to go back.

This is something that pleases Yun Lang, but he is not happy. He can't figure out what is in the man-like mind of the ghost.

Since he asked like that, it must have been an attempt to the land unknown to them in the Great Han Dynasty.

Is really a bad situation ...

Yun Lang suddenly looked at the Tianyumen disciples sitting next to him, his eyes full of scrutiny, "Brother, will you spy on the hearts of people?"

This disciple of Tianyumen looks exceptionally young. Yun Lang is estimated to be 14 or 5 years old.

He heard Yun Lang's words and burst into laughter, and said, "Dude, do you think everyone is our master? Under this universal world, there is such a strength, only we are the masters. Now you love to think Just think about anything, but do n’t think about running away ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ You ca n’t escape with your strength. "

This sentence is a little insulting, Yun Lang listens to want to hit someone.

It turned out that the illusion that was not a man or a woman turned out to be the head of the Tianyu Gate. It really gave the face, and the head actually sent out to catch them.

"I don't like to think very much now, but I like to chat with you. Are you here to catch me or Li Changfeng?" Yun Lang asked with a smile.

The disciple rolled his eyes impatiently and scolded: "How come you have so many words?"

"I just said a few words." Yun Lang said with a smile.

The disciple was stunned for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "So, let's talk. We are out of the nest, and we naturally want to catch you all, just grab you, and send a few people, you think there is Is it necessary to dispatch so many people? "

Yun Lang nodded, "That's true, so it's mainly the guy who came to Li Changfeng? By the way, it's really good to use this idiom!"

"That is, I have always been diligent and studious." The disciple said very proudly.

Yun Lang nodded with a smile, what a funny person, but unfortunately an enemy.

"Do you think we will die? I don't want to die yet? I also don't want my companions to die." Yun Lang asked sadly.

The disciple hesitated for a while, and then whispered, "Look at you and I are so destined, let me tell you the truth, you may not die, but Li Changfeng is hard to say. use."

Yun Lang's heart shook slightly, and there was a meaning in it.

Leaving him has great use, what use can that be, only the Great Han Kingdom.