There are such people, and Bai Lang is one. He doesn’t feel uncomfortable at all being a garbage man in the wilderness, and he has no curiosity about steam technology - the place where the Adventure Hall attracts people is the capital of gods and Buddhas.
Yes, so I don’t seem to be so weird about the steam world.
This is probably a time traveler. Anyway, Bai Lang knows that if it is the bumpkins from the Changle Gang, they will probably be surprised enough to talk nonsense and eventually be killed. Speaking of the Changle Gang, Bai Lang has also read the reports from the Weiwei Mansion. These news
The speed of aggregation is quite fast.
The Changle Gang was not killed. Although it lost its Yecheng sub-rudder and was severely weakened, the gang leader Gao Yuan personally took action to stabilize the situation. He made an appointment with Liu De, the leader of Dajiang Hall, to fight on the bank of the river. He narrowly defeated his opponent with half a move and contained Dajiang Hall.
However, due to the existence of the innate master Dajiangtang Changtian Shenqian Qianqian, the Changle Gang was ultimately unable to rebuild the Yecheng branch.
As for the whereabouts of Bailang's former "student" named Mo Zhai and another genius whose name has been forgotten, they were not mentioned in the hall newspaper - perhaps they were still minor figures and not worthy of special recording in these materials.
"Not yet innate." That's what Bailang thought at the beginning. Now Bailang is thinking about what his teammates would look like if they came in - looking at the cats in front of him who can talk and do business, these
People's expressions must be very interesting.
Just when he thought of this, Bai Lang suddenly felt a sharp tearing pain in his chest. He covered his chest and smiled at the cat, "I have something to do, I will come in to buy something later." Then he quickly opened the door and went out, and heard from behind.
A voice said, "Ah, boss, he must have breast enlargement, that's why it hurts."
Bailang decided to kill the cat head later.
Running to the open space next to the store, Bailang sat casually on the manger, pulled open the shirt on his chest and looked down. The ghost's head was supposed to be there, but now the ghost's head has completely emerged. Not only has it appeared, but it has also disappeared from the original place.
The tattoo became a relief.
The relief is still changing rapidly towards the alien larvae, pushing up Bailang's skin from the inside out, as if it is about to burst out of the body. "Oh! What is going on!" Bailang didn't know what to do.
Should I press this ghost head in or simply break open the chest and dig it out?
"This is fatal!" Bai Lang practices Nandou White Tiger Fist and Golden Bell Shield, and his ability to tolerate pain is still very strong, so he can still think consciously in such severe pain. He spent a few seconds thinking,
Bailang gritted his teeth and made a decision. "I'll die in the sky or die for tens of thousands of years! Let's fight!"
He pinched the ghost head through the skin with his left hand. The ghost head was really real. His right hand turned into a knife, and the sharp energy of Nandou White Tiger Fist was also concentrated in the palm. "Ha!" Bai Lang said, and then gritted his teeth and moved towards his own.
A palm scratched his chest.
The sharp energy of the White Tiger Fist broke through the golden bell that had formed spontaneously. Bailang broke through his own golden bell, hoping to break it and stand up again. The skin and muscles were cut open by a palm, but there was no ghost inside.
The "entity" of the head.
The blood didn't flow much. Bailang's true energy directly sealed the blood vessels of the wound - his body refining technique can be regarded as a thousand times of practice. It is a trivial matter to clamp the broken blood vessels with muscles. There were no broken wounds.
Entity, Bailang actually saw his own bones. "Then what's going on with this protrusion?"
Bailang pressed his wound, and soon ran out of the stronghold into the wilderness. He let out a low roar, and a phantom of the white tiger appeared all over his body. The white tiger looked up to the sky and howled, and Bailang also smiled - in spite of the severe pain in his chest.
Among them, he finally found the source.
"That's it! You must use this method to see this thing!" Through the eyes of the white tiger phantom, Bai Lang saw the ghost head in the chest. The ghost head has a big head and a small body. The head has been exposed from the wound, but that ghost head has been exposed from the wound.
The claw-like body still firmly grasped Bailang's sternum and internal organs.
This time Bai Lang grabbed the wound with his right hand, and his right claw covered with the claws of the white tiger grabbed a ghost head from the void. The ghost head gradually became visible to the naked eye. Bai Lang roared in pain, and strengthened his right claw.
, constantly pulling out the ghost head one by one.
This thing is entangled with Bailang's soul and connected with the sea of meridians and gods in his body. This operation is no different from Bailang cutting his soul into pieces. Big beads of sweat flowed from Bailang's forehead, and his whole body
People are turning white, and their sense of existence is precarious, as if they will disappear from the world in the next moment.
But the ghost head was eventually pulled out bit by bit, and Bai Lang's hand remained steady and never stopped. The ground was wet with Bai Lang's sweat within a few feet, and his internal force operation was affected by the pull of the ghost head.
He wavered intermittently. In order to focus on the strength of his right hand, Bai Lang released the seal on the wound, so the blood continued to flow out, forming a blood puddle on the ground.
Stretching his arm bit by bit, Bailang's left hand also grabbed the snake-like middle part of the ghost head that was pulled out. His right hand suddenly flew up to hold the caught ghost head while the ghost head's body was wrapped around his right arm.
With a roar of a tiger, he suddenly pulled hard - the back half of the ghost's head was pulled out all at once.
Bailang almost fainted, but he held it back forcibly and then used his strength to crush the ghost's head away, and then he suddenly closed his breath. This action really had a great impact on Bailang's soul.
Damage, what he didn't see was that after the ghost head formed again in the air, it then turned into flying debris and disappeared without a trace.
Bailang was unconscious for a while. Several vultures and coyote-like animals in the wilderness that specialized in eating dead bodies were attracted by the smell of blood and came to Bailang. However, no matter how they tried, they could not bite Bailang's body in the end -
- As long as there is a breath, the golden bell can be recast. If you want to dissipate your power, you have to break his cover.
All these scavengers could do was tear Bailang's blood-stained clothes into pieces and eat them to fill their stomachs. After eating Bailang's bloody clothes, these animals also mutated shortly after leaving.
When Bailang woke up, he only saw a mess on the ground around him. His clothes were completely in tatters. It could basically be said that the spring was exposed. Even his leather boots were torn to pieces - probably only his hat was safe.
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Bai Lang gave a wry smile, grabbed his hat in front of him, used Qing Kung Fu and rushed towards the stronghold, and rushed to the equipment store amidst the laughter of the two drunken gatekeepers - Bai Lang only wanted to prevent people from seeing the bird and seeing him from behind.
But that's okay.
This man really has a good body. He rushed in with his long legs and received countless whistles. Bailang didn't even blush, "What are you looking at! Didn't you see the man's butt?!"
Those women were all shouting, "Quick, quick, throw away the hat! Hahahahahaha!"
This chapter has been completed!