Originally, his uncle Fang Yuan, in Fahai's eyes, was definitely a cold-hearted and powerful character, but now...

The person of this uncle of the little master has completely collapsed in Fahai's heart!

Because at this time Fangyuan was actually rolling the floor with the stern wind!

That's right, it's just rolling the floor!

One person and one dragon, two big guys over a hundred meters hugged each other, and then kept rolling around on the ground.

Just like a rogue fight, there are also some who are like a man and a woman who are fighting for the right to whom.

"I am worthy of being a tragic boss!"

"Even if it's a fight, it's so unique!"

When Yasuo saw these two people punching each other, he was sweating all over his face.

However, Yasuo also knew that this just seemed simple, but in fact, hand-to-hand combat is the most dangerous, and he was directly koshered if he was accidentally killed.

Yue Buqun: "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, this little monk is a bit capable. He can actually get away with the boss of the desolate wind for so many rounds!"

Xiao Yuer: "Stop talking, I feel a little embarrassed when I look at Dafeng Boss now!"

Lin Jiu: "Yes, look at his dragon whip being exposed!"

"The little monk also knew to use magic power to condense a piece of clothing, and the shameless man, Yufeng, ran naked!"

Chen Yongren: "I really want to cut off his dragon whip and drink it~!"

Lord of the Collapse: "???"

"What did you say? You want to eat the dragon whip of the tragic wind?"

"Then you just need to find the beloved wind. I believe the beloved wind will give you food!!"

Zhang Yuan felt that the people in his group were getting more and more abnormal. It would be fine if you wanted a tragic wind waist, but now he even wanted to eat the tragic wind dragon whip...

Yue Buqun: "Emmm, don't you think Chen Yongren might just be looking for an excuse?"

Yue Buqun touched his chin and said in contemplation.

Chen Yongren: "Don't swear!"

Nie Xiaoqian: "The two men...that scene..."

Muchimai: "I don't know why, but I actually feel like I want to see it?"

Chen Yongren: "You are not a ninja, please don't show your face as a ouzu, okay?"

Lord of the Collapse: "We want to build a harmonious group chat, so don't discuss this."

Zhang Yuan saw that his group members could not get out of this question, so he could only suggest a change of topic.

Yue Buqun: "Group Master, what kind of martial arts does this little monk use?" It looks like something evil!"

Lord of the Destruction: "This little monk's cultivation is not very good, he mainly borrowed the power of the Eighteen Arhats."

Zhang Yuan said to Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun: "Eighteen Arhats? The power of the gods and immortals?"

"If this is the case, it's a bit too weak, right?"

Yue Buqun touched his beard and said, "If the power of the god-level is only this, my old Yue feels that he can also touch the god-level butt!"

Yue Buqun said this, but he didn't know what he thought of, but he even smiled and said a pleat on his face.

Lord of the Collapse: "You are thinking about nothing!"

Yue Buqun: "???"

Lin Jiu: "How can the power of the god-level is so weak? Master Yue should practice down-to-earth!"

Nie Xiaoqian: "The power brought by these eighteen Arhats seems to be very weak."

Lord of the Collapse: "Xiaoqian is right. These eighteen Arhats are all projections of the power of the real eighteen Arhats, and only have few powers themselves."

"So even if you possess the little monk, you can't beat the tragic wind."

Nie Xiaoqian: "Okay, but this power projection seems very interesting!"

Lord of Collapse: "Actually, our group chat also has this function, but now it is damaged. It can only be a phantom when you are on the live broadcast. It cannot carry your own power like the projection of this Arhat."

"But after Being Feng takes over this little monk, I can see how this little monk uses the power projection and study our group functions."

Zhang Yuan said to everyone during the group chat.

However, in fact, Zhang Yuan had already seen that this little monk had definitely a system. Isn’t it a pleasure to snatch the little monk’s system and improve himself?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuan also sighed a little. He used to be a small system, but how could he think that he could reach today?

Really, thank you for the inauguration of the host, thank you for Lei Jie, I, Zhang Yuanzhen, thank you!

Li Yunlong: "Boss of Sorrow, it seems that it's not possible?"

"Yiyi, you fuck me and try to fuck me!"

"Yes, the leader, I will definitely make him a shot!"

The cannon girl said to Li Yunlong one by one with her non-existent breasts.

Yiyi, after Gaia, he was also ruined by Li Yunlong!

At this time, the sad wind and the circumference were fighting with the joy.

And Fang Yuan couldn't stand this way of fighting like a gangster.

After being hit by the sad wind, Fangyuan pushed the sad wind up directly, and then opened the distance from the sad wind.

"Monster, you are surrendering now. I can accept you as a temple-protecting beast. If you are obsessed with it, don't blame me for being rude!"

Fang Yuan said expressionlessly as he looked at the beggar Feng.

When Buddhism fights with people, it seems that those with strength and background never provoke them. Those with strength and no background will be caught as pets. Those without strength and no background will be killed. The name of the beauty is: to save demons and save the people.

Sorrowful wind: "he    tui."

A golden dragon breath is spit out from the mouth of the sad wind, and the golden dragon breath can dissolve everything.

Wherever you pass, whether it is mountains, rocks, plants and trees, all turn into nothingness.

"Hmph, a trick!"

Fang Yuan looked at the dragon breath of the sad wind, sneered, and kept retreating.

He instantly retreated several hundred meters.

When Dean Fang was so sad that he breathed, he basically knew the weakness of the tragic wind dragon breath, which was that it was too short!

Sorrow: "Didn't you talk about the trick of calving insects? Don't run away, eat my thick phlegm, hetui"

Fang Yuan: "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"If you have the ability, you can vomit a little longer, so short!!"

"Boom~"

Just as Fang Yuansi was mocking the sad wind, a shell suddenly appeared in the void and directly knocked Fang Yuan out.

Needless to say, this is Li Yunlong’s cannon girl!

Sorrowful wind: "Strengthening breath."

“Strengthen, strengthen, strengthen!”

"You fucking said I'm short? Take my Holy Flame Dragon Breath!"

Yu Feng said as he spit out a breath of the Holy Flame Dragon Breath again.

The Sacred Wind's Holy Flame Dragon Breath this time is different from the past. The original Dragon Breath can only spray a distance of dozens of meters.

However, this time, the Holy Flame Dragon Breath not only grew from the side, but also increased the range a lot, and even increased the power.

"Faced with the wind!"

"Sad Feng, do you want to kill me? I knew you were jealous of my handsomeness!"
Chapter completed!