Fu Shan moved his shoulders, "We have an old routine."

The little boy nodded.

Fu Shan ran the dragon and tiger steps, rushed towards Wang Lang at a very fast speed, crossed his hands, and blinked in front of Wang Lang, and cut his left and right hands, and the wind whistled.

Wang Lang leaned over and kicked the purple gold crown with one leg, and the soles of his feet just caught Fu Shan's face.

Fu Shan is very strong, but he is tall and fat, so his sensitivity is not very good.

But the little boys had a high sensitivity, just like a little rat, holding a shovel in his hand, wandering around the periphery of the battle circle, and coming up from time to time to hand over a shovel.

His shovel is very different in length, and the shovel head is two fingers wide and two inches long.

The silver-white blade is extremely sharp and emits a faint cold light.

Because Wang Lang is not low, but the little boy is too low, the shovel is basically handed over to Wang Lang's lower plate every time.

He almost cleansed Wang Lang several times.

Fu Shan has average skills, but his strength is really strong.

Wang Lang retreated backwards, and Fu Shan came whistled, rubbed Wang Lang's shoulder with one punch and nailed it to the next wall. The wall skin was peeled off, and there was a small hole on the wall.

Because it is a brick wall of twelve by twenty-four, the bricks are not very hard, Fu Shan also punched a brick and half of it emerged from the other side of the wall.

Wang Lang kicked the little boy away, kicked Fu Shan on the shoulder and flipped backwards. Fu Shan rushed towards Wang Lang, and Wang Lang walked around a tree and Fu Shan to get a move around the Qin King's pillar.

Fu Shan roared angrily, and broke the trunk as thick as a bowl with one punch, then held the trunk and swept Wang Lang in his turn.

Wang Lang jumped on the spot, the branches swept Wang Lang and scraped Wang Lang to the side. Wang Lang flew out horizontally. When he was about to land, the little boy handed the shovel in just the right place.

In desperation, Wang Lang patted a hand and slapped the little boy's head, but the little boy's shovel still came over. Wang Lang took a breath and shrank his belly, and the shovel cut open the buttons of his clothes and then Wang Lang's crotch.

Wang Lang wanted to greet this little boy's mother, what can you do to open your crotch? Are you lacking love?

Wang Lang flipped over and the little boy sat on the ground with a butt. Wang Lang turned over and hit the ground, kicked the little boy away as soon as he landed on the ground.

Fu Shan carried the tree and chased after him.

I said that you may not be able to do it. Fu Shan just hugged the trees so thick and long, and he didn't look like he was struggling at all. He was like a group of people trying to escape.

Fu Shan swept and Wang Lang jumped. Who the hell expected that a naughty tree branch hooked Wang Lang's shorts without bias. Fu Shan pulled him back, and Wang Lang staggered, half of his butt was exposed outside.

Wang Lang turned around and roared angrily with his pants.

"I'm a god, you immortal Banban!"

Fu Shan kept pulling, and Wang Lang tried his best to pull it. He wore open-crotch pants and had a thicker face. If there were no shorts inside, he would be a hooligan. Now the Internet is so developed, everyone loves to take photos. If this is photographed and posted online, Wang Lang would be very popular.

The little boy stood up swayingly, held the right crown, and came up with a small shovel, and swept it to Wang Lang.

Wang Lang slapped his hand and slapped the boy, and flew out horizontally.

There was an extra black card in his hand. Wang Lang could do everything, and the tree branches were neatly broken. Wang Lang lifted up his shorts and there was a hole in his butt.

The crotch of the pants was torn, and there was an angry bird in front of the pants, angrily bulging a bag.

Wang Lang doesn’t know why. Recently, his pants have been unable to get along with others. This is the third time he has worn pants with open crotch.

"You can't hold on to your pickled stuff!" Fu Shan shouted to the little boy.

The little boy stood up swayingly, holding the righteous man's crown, and his whole body was a little floating, with a slap on his face very obvious.

"I only know how to assassinate. You know what you know, and you are not good at it." The little boy covered his face and said aggrievedly.

Fu Shan carried the trunk to his shoulders, pulled open his collar, revealing a tiger down the mountain.

Wang Lang took off his torn top, tied it around his waist with his sleeves, and wore it as a small short skirt, just to cover up the ugly things.

These two people are even worse than Baili Changgu before, especially the little boy, but he also said that he is good at assassination. Fu Shan is just strong, and just like other things, both of them are much worse than Baili Changgu.

To put it bluntly, if Shi Ling really wants to train his apprentice, his apprentice's kung fu will definitely be no worse than Baili Changgu, but Shi Ling is still guilty because he has killed his master who taught him martial arts. If a person has done something bad, he will not show it on the surface, and he will know how panic he is in his heart.

Wang Lang moved his joints, killed a chicken first, and respected a monkey.

The toes rotated and stomped on the ground, and Wang Lang suddenly rushed out like a cannonball.

Fu Shan started sweeping with a big tree.

Wang Langcheng ran over with a curve, and Fu Shan immediately threw the tree trunk and pounded Wang Lang's head with the size of a casserole.

Wang Lang held Fu Shan's wrist and pushed Fu Shan's fist towards the sky, and clenched his five fingers into the sky with his other hand.

He punched Fu Shan's temple.

Fu Shan staggered and waved out, and finally hit the wall.

A figure suddenly dodged behind him, and his speed was outrageous. Wang Lang held a black card in his left hand, protecting his waist, twisted his body, and his hand became a knife, and his palm also had a black card in his palm.

The shovel wiped Wang Lang's waist and crossed it with the black card in the palm of Wang Lang's left hand. The sparks were thrust. Wang Lang's right hand was a palm knife and reached the center of the little boy's eyebrows.

The little boy narrowed his eyes by the palm wind. When he opened his eyes again, a crack was cracked on the Taoist crown above his forehead. A red mark appeared between his eyebrows, as if he was about to bleed.

Wang Lang grinned, "Are you afraid?"

The little boy held his breath and was nervous and nodded honestly.

Wang Lang closed his right hand and the little boy breathed a sigh of relief.

Bang!

Wang Lang slapped his left hand in the face.

The little boy was originally given a palm print on one face by Wang Lang, but now there is a palm print on the other face.

“Symmetrical beauty.”

The little boy fell head-on and fainted.

Fu Shan stood up with the wall and stared at Wang Lang. He had a negligible chance of winning when he cooperated with the little boy, but the little boy was already fainted and had a bad chance of winning.

Fu Shan is ready to go.

"Stop!" Wang Lang shouted sharply.

Fu Shan turned around and smiled grimly, "I really think that the family is afraid that you will not succeed?"

"People can leave, keep their pants." Wang Lang said.

Fu Shan glared at Wang Lang, "Soldiers can be killed! Do not be humiliated!"

Wang Lang took out his ears, "Is it shameless to be honest?"
Chapter completed!