Bang!

The fierce fist wrapped in evil dragon scales was held by a big hand!

The fist is like thunder!

The wind whistles!

The cloth strips with mysterious patterns hanging above the entire prison hall danced wildly in the wind and made a sound of rushing!

The floor tiles behind the visitor immediately exploded a crack of dozens of meters!

The imperial lady held the thermos in one hand and Wang Han's fist in the other. The imperial lady looked very weaker than before.

When Wang Han saw the imperial concubine, he became more manic.

The two pupils are showing signs of becoming vertical pupils again.

"Old...Old man..."

Wang Han made an intermittent sound, like a baby's dentist.

The only remaining conscience seems to be a small boat in the stormy waves. In an instant, it was soon swallowed up by the endless evil craze.

The old man with cross-eyed eyes stood not far away, with nine Qi-body swords with different shapes floating behind him!

"This turtle grandson is cruel enough!"

The imperial lady looked at Wang Han, "How can I grow without hard work?"

"Xiao Wang, help me get it."

The imperial lady handed the thermos to Wang Chonglou not far behind him.

Wang Chonglou had a good temper and was also worn out by the imperial devil. He silently took the thermos over.

Behind him, all the ten men and nine others came.

In addition to Bai Wu'an, the other Dragon Sects also came.

Everyone was staring at Wang Han.

I was surprised by Wang Han's condition.

Feng Manlou looked at Wang Han with a bitter face. When Wang Han was just in the Vajra Realm, he couldn't raise his head in Zhenlong Pavilion. Today, he came, good guy, and he went directly to Chaoyuan Realm. Wang Han is now

Finger Feng Manlou, this unreliable sex criticism, can be erased.

This puts the old sex critics on a lot of pressure.

Wang Han took a step back and looked at the imperial concubine vigilantly. After a while, three words came out of his mouth.

"You're weird!"

The monarch rolled up his sleeves.

"It's okay! I can't compare to you!"

Wang Chonglou glanced at the hall without words in the back, "It's very appropriate to what you guessed."

It didn't wait for the imperial devil to speak.

Wang Han suddenly punched him!

The two people are very close!

So much so that the punch almost hit the imperial man in the face.

The monarch leaned back.

Smash the elbow.

Wang Han's arms were wrapped in evil dragon scales, and his two iron-like arms were filled with explosive power!

Crazy bombardment towards the imperialist!

Behind him!

A shadow of evil energy at a high height appeared in an instant, and his arms and Wang Han both burst towards the imperial master simultaneously!

Not only that!

Behind him there were nine evil dragons, which were rushing towards the imperial devil like rain hitting the banana!

The monarch smiled.

Resolutely punch!

The master and disciple fought from inside the hall to outside the hall!

Wherever you pass!

Flying sand and stones!

The Qi body and the evil energy are influxed with each other, and the splashed sand and stones are instantly turned into powder!

The two of them are very fast!

So much so that those who were watching the game could not see the specific figures of the two people clearly, and they could only see the blurry figures colliding violently!

Xiang Feng took his mobile phone and recorded the video, "This is the fight in Chaoyuan Realm? I will do it!"

Bang!

Xiang Wuji slapped Xiang Feng in the back of the head.

"You know nothing! This is the simplest way! Return to the essence!

Low-end warriors rely on strength and speed to fight, while high-end warriors rely on strength and weakness to Qi. However, this top warrior has returned to the most primitive and different from the original.

Look at a mountain, look at a mountain, look at a mountain, look at a mountain, look at a mountain.

You are still on the first floor now! The little pavilion master is already on the third floor!"

Xiang Feng clenched his fists, "Damn it! He pretended to be there again!"

Seeing this, Sepi Feng Manlou asked, "People, can the imperial master control the little Pavilion Master?"

After Wang Chonglou was silent for a long time, "I don't know."

"What does it mean to not know?"

"The monarch is just one person after all!"

"What's the meaning?"

Wang Chonglou did not answer the question of Lao Se criticism this time.

The battle continues.

The two of them hit from one end to the other. With the sound of roaring sounds, they ejected from the dust, leaving one big hole after another on the wall, which was directly penetrated in just a few seconds.

A row of wing rooms!

Xiang Feng stretched his neck and looked at him, "I seem to have realized it!"

Xiang Wuji, who was disappointed, slapped Xiang Feng in the back of his head.

"Shut up!"

Xiang Fengmu kept staring at the crazy attacks of the Emperor and the Apostle Wang Han.

Yue Hongzhuo observed for a moment and asked, "Lao Luo, don't you go up and help? How can I observe that the little Taoist master will be stronger and stronger as he fights!"

The old man cross-eyed lit a cigarette, found a place to sit down, crossed his legs, "Help? Help him! Go and help now, no matter how much you fight, you will definitely die if you persuade him to fight! Let's not care! Look at the emperor

How to solve the problem of the young turtle grandson!”

Wang Han raised his arm!

The evil dragon wraps around his arms!

A punch hits by!

The fat monarch looks like a flexible giant panda.

Cut your hands and strangle Wang Han’s wrist and use the force to fight.

Wang Han's fist hit the platform beneath the sculpture.

This punch passed!

The platform is intact!

Everyone was confused. According to common sense, even if a little master punched him, the cement skin in the platform would at least be removed.

Unexpectedly, one second later!

The cross-eyed old man who was dozens of meters away suddenly stood up!

The stone stool under the butt is split into pieces!

"Direman! Damn my aunt!"

The old man cross-eyed cursed!
To be continued...