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Chapter 158: It still makes sense to pretend to be Zhu Bajie

"National map, lean back!" Tianhong's white jade pillar had already waved.

The Guotu, who had closed his eyes, heard the voice of his young master, and did not even hesitate. He directly spread his feet on the ground and lowered his waist.

"when"!

Tianhong's strength and timing were just right. A nearly transparent shuttle-shaped hidden weapon was smashed into the ground in front of Guotu's feet.

Before, he discovered that when Luo Gai released his "Flash Bang" skill, his right hand had a different posture. With his sinister understanding of the mercenary, he hurried over to save people while stepping on Tianhuo.

Luogai not only has his skills disgusting, but also has a cruel and vicious attack. If you want a person's life, you can fire a hidden weapon at the heart or forehead, but it aims at the eyes of the National Tu. Such a blow will only make the National Tu extremely painful, but it will not take his life for a while.

"Thank you, young master!" Guotu opened his eyes and first gave Tianhong a smile.

Tianhong drooped his face, looking like a loser: "Hey, when I see the hair on your arm, I know I'm over there!"

Guotu is a general in the underworld. He has long practiced to sense the abnormal vibrations around him through his hair, so that he can transform his mind whether the person is an enemy or a friend. This is what Guotu told Tianhong in person when he rescued Bao Dafei.

"Who said it? I really didn't notice it this time. Fortunately, you came to save me!" Guotu comforted.

"Stop coming! I'm back! Hurry it up so you can save you all from suffering!"

"Okay! Do you use it there?"

"No need!" Before Tianhong could finish his national map, he flew back angrily while stepping on Tianhuo.

At this time, the fat man had already taken back the excess lightning ball, leaving only Tianhong's side ignored it, and it seemed that he didn't care how much mana was lost.

People always say that fat people are broad-minded and fat, some can pretend to behave; some can contain food, such as Dongzi; some can contain magic power, such as this guy on the other side and Tianhong when he became fat.

The fat man didn't even look at the lightning ball left outside. He sat on the ground again, shaking the metal rod in his hand, as if he was waiting for Tianhong's arrival.

When Tianhong took one step forward, it released a lightning ball. When Tianhong took two steps, it released two. His slow look revealed his extreme disdain for Tianhong.

Tianhong gently tapped the Wuyang plate, and the exposed plate was immediately covered with armor. Even Tianhong's only exposed face was covered with a thin snake pattern metal mask. This mask was made of thin iron mesh, completely according to Tianhong's wishes, and even his eyes, mouth, nose was not exposed at all.

He took the white jade pillar back into the condom on his back, without any hesitation, and walked straight towards the electric fat man.

The guy on the opposite side tilted his head, as if he couldn't understand Tianhong's actions. Seeing Tianhong pressing step by step, it couldn't help but support the ground with his hands, stood up with difficulty, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Seeing that Tianhong had no intention of stopping, it hurriedly emitted dozens of lightning balls in succession, up and down, left and right, almost filling all the gaps in front of it with lightning.

But Tianhong still strided heavily, and through the gap between several larger lightning balls, he grabbed the round head of the electric fat man's metal rod.

There was also a conductor outside the Faraday cage. No matter how many lightning balls were attached to Tianhong, he looked at the electric fat man who was so close to him like nothing happened.

Although the Fatty Electric could not see the expression under Tianhong's mask, he was still panicked in horror and did not use any skills. He just used brute force to pull the metal rod in his hand with Tianhong.

"Little fat man, you're a little tender when you're foolish!" Tianhong said with a smile, "I also have a fat brother in my family. I always play with me and have the same virtue as you!"

"No, no, how did you do it?" The fat man couldn't believe his eyes.

"The lightning ball will track the person passing through because it disturbs the air around it. Just like you just recycled lightning, with a wave of your big hand, several lightning balls moved in one direction, just stand there and wait. As for why I haven't been electrocuted, if there is a next life, I'd better read more books!"

Tianhong let go of the metal rod and staggered the fat man. While the lower plate was unstable, Tianhong grabbed its neck with one hand, stretched out his legs and pinned it behind it, and directly pressed it to the ground.

"Bang"!

In an instant, the fat man's body was like lightning flashes. The orange-red current and Mars were splashing everywhere. At the same time, the burning smell of the flesh rushed straight into Tianhong's mouth and nose.

I endured the nausea until the opposite side turned into charcoal before I picked up the metal rod that fell to the ground.

After recovering all the lightning balls, Tianhong quickly knocked on his chest. Wuyangpan tacitly opened his mask, making Tianhong spit on the ground and feel happy.

"Okay! The king won!"

"Long live my king!"

Several sharp-eyed people in the team discovered that Tianhong had won the final victory, and they couldn't help but raise their weapons and shouted loudly. This alarmed the mercenaries in the battle, but encouraged their morale.

The soul ghost was more like a chicken blood injection, as if the Jiefang Dashemen was really in the blink of an eye.

Hu Ping and Wu Songliang, who were knocked down before, joined the battle again. After hearing such good news, they excitedly jumped from the ground and rushed into the group of mercenaries. Hu Ping had two wide axes, and Wu Songliang danced with a wide back with a large knife, as if they thought they had too few arms, and later they even used kicks.

"Boy, come and help me. The old pig can't beat it!" Lige really knows how to get some trouble.

Tianhong, who was originally heading towards Guotu, was immediately in a dilemma. Fortunately, Guotu smiled and raised his chin, and then he felt relieved and went straight to Lige.

"You don't say you can do it? You are useless snacks!" Tianhong teased Li.

"Who knows that this weapon is too bad and is a high-quality imitation. I have to go find him!"

Looking at the Nine-Type Rake again, the nails were bent by a bamboo-shaped bow. I don’t know where the nails fell, making the Nine-Type Rake look like an old lady with a tooth gap.

"What do you think you're doing with a suit? You're not good at it! You're using a gold-engraved tiger-head gun to exchange for these broken things, your brain is terrible?" Tianhong and Lige's cooperation was quite tacit, and the opponent was so tired of fighting.

"Didn't you say you want to make a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace? If the old pig doesn't wear this outfit, the old guys in the Heavenly Realm think you're easy to bully! I'm helping you, and you don't thank the old pig!"

"Fuck! Is Zhu Bajie the whole outfit? Did you kick the donkey in your head? There is already one in the sky, who doesn't know you are fake?"

"Wan, if you can't make a big fuss with you, can you still get a sutra or something? If you meet the Buddha for a long time, I won't have to be punished with you!"

"Okay! I knew you were not so kind!" Tianhong slashed at the opposite side with a pillar, but kicked Lige.

"Be careful!" Lige shouted.
Chapter completed!
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