Our Hometown

Chapter Sixty-Six

"Lao Wang Ba, how do you feel? My young fist, I think it has some strength." Yun Lang said with a smile.

He is really a bit stupid. Why did he never think of the combination of Samsara River and Ancient Dragon Jade before?

Although he hasn't suffered any harm so far, he is also in a dangerous situation and pulls a foot back.

Mr. Ghost's face was ugly, and the green pea-like eyes were sprayed with angry flames, hoping to bite the clouds.

"Small things, you shouldn't be too happy!" Mr. Ghost shouted coldly.

Yun Lang spread his hand and said: "I'm not happy, not at all, just to see you being beaten, it's quite comfortable."

Once used fists to solve problems, which is one of Huo Guang's favorite methods, but now it has become Yun Lang's favorite.

This straight-forward world likes to use force to solve things.

It seems to Yunlang that the thing that can be solved by force is the simplest thing, and that is also the best way.

Any strategy will eventually resort to force.

The black sand storm was gradually swallowed by the samsara river, almost dying. This is a guy who eats everything and dares to eat anything.

This sky became the home of the clouds, and there was water everywhere, as if the gap between the sky and the earth was filled by the reincarnation river.

The samsara river is boiling violently, and the tumbling water splashes are fists one by one, as big as the fists of Yunlang.

No matter where Mr. Ghost hides, his fists will follow.

The turtle shell he was proud of, his life-saving artifact, fragmented piece by piece, revealing the ugly muscles inside.

Although the white one is a bit glaring, it is undeniably ugly, like a wriggling maggot.

Fist bombarded on it, can hit the waves like waves.

Ghost holds an artifact like a ghost gun, but there is no way to take Yunlang.

Under the heavy barrier of the reincarnation river, he couldn't get close to Yun Lang at all.

And his strength, under the influence of the reincarnation river, is even higher and lower, fluctuating.

The years seemed to be on his face, tempering his skills to make the moment old and the moment young.

"Goodbye, old turtle!"

Yun Lang murmured lowly, his eyes gleaming like a deity, staring at Mr. Gui.

The samsara river turned up a huge wave, covering the sky and sun, and the golden runes shone brightly on it.

One after another, the mysterious and complicated gold characters circulate on it, and there are fists attached to them.

Is like a galloping horse, when the rumbling sound resounds through the sky, the water waves are rushing under Mr. Turtle's head.

Fists cracked like a meteor shower, wrapped in Mr. Turtle, blood mist bloomed in the water into a piece of fairy flowers.

The water waves of the reincarnation river piled up and gradually swallowed.

Yun Lang's figure slowly landed, he didn't go to see Mr. Turtle again.

The reincarnation river is connected with Yunlang's soul. He doesn't need to see it again, he already knows all this, and Mr. Gui's gas machine has been completely swallowed by the reincarnation river.

Beyond the heavenly water column, Li Changfeng and Bai Ming battled the Black Wolf Legion alone.

This is Yun Lang's random name for Zhenwu Sect's disciples.

The disciple of Zhenwu Zong riding a black wolf, surrounded by black sandstorms, called them the black wolf army, Yun Lang felt that this was a praise for them, and it was very domineering.

But looking at this battlefield, the black wolf legion's despotic momentum did not create the despotic murderousness.

They were hanged by the two pit goods Li Changfeng and Bai Ming. The two old guys seemed to be playing with a group of wolves.

Li Changfeng's fascinating swordsmanship and elegant body style made him play a particularly fresh trick in fighting.

On his body, Yun Lang could not see the blood and cruelty of the war, but instead saw a violent beauty.

Li Changfeng is very much like making a painting. His erratic body style, and the clear and graceful swordsmanship, is that brush.

Under his sword, black and white, the black giant wolf, and the disciple of Zhenwu Zong dressed in white, finally turned into a blood arrow.

They let the painting be sprinkled with bright red, and there was a little more freshness in the depression and dullness.

Li Changfeng can be a sword immortal. In Yun Lang's cognition, it should be inseparable from his artistic cells.

Compared with Li Changfeng's elegant and relaxed atmosphere, Bai Ming appeared a bit cruel.

It seems that a kind old man like a grandfather next door, when he started, Yun Lang could not ignore his identity as the Lord of Nine Nether.

His shot, with a deep shadow and the air of death, the cold and cold meaning from the land of the Nine Nethers is very capable of resisting.

"You just plan to watch next to it?" Bai Ming's voice reached Yunlang's ear at a very distant distance.

Yun Lang shrugged and stood calmly, said: "My work is done, the next ... to you two, there is a big life waiting for me."

While speaking, Yun Lang's eyes glanced far away, the sky was clear, and the sky was white and long.

This is really an unrest place!

It seemed that when their footsteps reached this border, they accidentally stimulated some people's nerves.

Yun Lang also admire that the big conspirator who is still hiding behind him, he hasn't appeared even now.

Such Qigong practice, ordinary people really can't catch up.

Yun Lang thought about it carefully, and found it very funny. He did not expect that he and Huo Qubing, the two wandering children who had strayed into this world, had accidentally caused a tide.

Also burned some people's plans for years and completely disrupted them.

The one hiding behind should be angry enough to jump.

Of course, Yun Lang does not rule out, that person may be sitting on the mountain to watch the tiger fight now, and then wait for the profit of the fisherman.

After all, he did just that.

This is also the situation when Yun Lang was in the imperial city, and he suddenly saw clearly the situation.

Xuanzong, who has never shot, may not be really not shot, but when they shot, Yun Lang did not see it.

Not only Yunlang, a foreigner, did not see it, and perhaps other ancestors on the Longwu Continent also did not see it.

Therefore, other talents will be unscrupulous.

"Hey, do you like daze so much?" Li Changfeng shouted at Yun Lang.

The clouded eyes drooped slightly, and when the wind with strong **** air blew past his ears, he said lightly: "I am not in a daze, I am thinking of a very important thing."

"In such an anxious battlefield, you still have leisurely thoughts to think about other things. Can't you think about how to get me out of here first?" Li Changfeng exclaimed angrily.

If it wasn't Yun Lang who was the big brother he couldn't provoke, Li Changfeng really wanted to hit Yun Lang on the ground for half a death at this time and hit the kind of crying grandpa calling his father.

Li Changfeng didn't dare to do it after all, he turned his dissatisfaction with Yunlang into a sharp sword mansions and poured it on Zhenwu disciples.

Yun Lang enjoyed a prosperous battle safely, and it was also a rare masterpiece.

Li Changfeng's spirit is above those nine days, although he now has obvious grievances against Yunlang.

With one person's strength, fighting alone with thousands of armies and horses, there have been few people since ancient times.

Huo went sick and hurriedly rushed out of the city gate, and he had already found a place in the city. This was the reaction, and there was a war outside.

Worried about Yun Lang ’s dangerous situation, Huo hurriedly took the Xuanjia Army out of the city, but was hindered by the disciples of Zhenwuzong in the city ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ A dull scene.

Several black sand storms circling outside the city, the vast Gobi Beach, at this time looks like a ghostly land.

The sky was dim, as if the whole was covered by black sand.

In the gap between the black sand storms, countless wolves were put on a saddle, running with their blood basins open, biting.

On their backs, there are true Wu Zong warriors.

Thousands of warriors have only two targets under siege, like Li Changfeng like a snow fox and Bai Ming like a **** of death.

And the clouds, idle like a flower-watching garden walker, strolling on the edge of the black sand storm, watching this battle, pets are not surprised, calm and natural.

Huo went sick and laughed silently, which was like A Lang's personality.

Watching someone being beaten is more than he gets used to, and will always get used to it.

"kill!"

Long horse whip, Huo Qubing rushed out with the black armor.

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