"I heard his voice before I saw him! This person has such profound skills! Junior brother, you really have a master by your side! This aura of awe, even those of us who devote ourselves to cultivating Taoism, have never experienced it before!" Mao Xiaoyuan raised his head and looked at the sky.
, said with a solemn face.
Secretly I glanced at Mao Xiaoyuan with disdain, and I thought to myself: "That's the aura exuding from Snake Xinhu. He is also a descendant of a dragon-bearded tiger after all. Naturally, he has a little aura of awe-inspiringness! Change to the God of Dance? Hmm, combat power."
There is only five scum, but he has inner strength." After a while, Snake Xinhu flew lower and lower, and the look on Mao Xiaoyuan's face became more and more solemn, with a look of expectation attached to the solemnity.
"Brother-in-law, what kind of drama are you singing? Is there no danger here? Then you go about your business. I'll wait in the sky first." The God of Dance rode on the back of Snake Xinhu and looked at me condescendingly.
But he just refused to come down.
"I wonder if you can come down and have a discussion with me?" Mao Xiaoyuan said with a smile on his face, holding his fist towards the Dance God.
The Dance God looked at Mao Xiaoyuan with disdain, and his expression was the same as when he first looked at me in prison. After a while, I saw him crossing his chest with his hands, nodding coaxingly at Mao Xiaoyuan, and said casually: "
Who are you? Master, do I know you very well? If you ask me to go down, I will go down. Wouldn’t that make me lose face?"
"Wow, are you Xiao Wu? Our whole class is your fan! Can you come down and sign an autograph for me?" The eyes of the happy baby next to me suddenly squeezed into the shape of peach blossoms, and he looked at the tiger-back outfit 13 infatuatedly.
The God of Dance. At this moment, in her eyes, the God of Dance is like the Prince Charming in the fairy tale. And she is the Cinderella in the fairy tale.
Hearing this, the Dance God sat on the back of a tiger and made a gentleman's salute to Happy Baby. He smiled and said, "I'm sorry, beautiful lady, I think you got the wrong person. I'm not the Xiao Wu you said. Also.
That’s it, I sign, I sign, I sign your sister! If you ask me to sign, I will sign, then I will be very shameless!” Afterwards, the Dance God’s ruthless anger surged up again, and he even choked Happy Baby.
It's quite annoying.
"Uh, you're so rude!" Happy Baby lowered his head, and the crystal glass slipper that came to his mind was shattered in an instant.
At this moment, a thin figure stood in front of Happy Baby. A closer look revealed that it was the melancholy boy. At this time, he was like a hungry wolf, staring at the God of Dance with a fierce look in his eyes. What if?
If looks could kill, the dancing god would have been dead countless times at this time.
"Xiao Cheng, come on down, I'll introduce these guys to you!" I said lightly, raising my head and smiling at the Dance God.
After a while, the God of Dance stood motionless and looked up at the sky, showing no intention of coming down.
Seeing this, I rolled my eyes and immediately thought of n ways to deal with him. I raised my head and smiled at Snake Xinhu. I slowly raised the gold burst in my hand and said: "Master Hu, you have my bullets."
Is it flying fast? If you don’t come down, I’ll let the bullet fly for a while! I’m not sure whether it will fly to you, Mr. Hu!”
"Ho! Tmd, you are bullying me, Lord Tiger! Lord Tiger, I am a divine beast!" Snake Xinhu growled and cursed at me, but finally fell down.
The Dance God stood up and jumped off the tiger's back, then walked to me, stretched out his hand and said, "Brother-in-law, who are these?" At this moment, the Dance God's face was full of seriousness, as if he was not the one who just scolded me.
of.
Mao Xiaoyuan looked at Snake Xinhu with surprise, and then looked at Dance God. After a while, he finally understood the whole story. It turned out that it was not that Dance God had great skills, but that Snake Xinhu had profound virtues! He looked at it with disdain.
God of Dance, Mao Xiaoyuan turned away and whispered: "Oh, you are a scumbag with a combat power of only 5!" His words were obviously heard by the melancholy boy, who took two steps forward and passed me.
I wanted to attack the God of Dance, and Mao Xiaoyuan obviously knew about his apprentice's move, but he didn't stop me, and still turned his back to me and looked into the distance.
Seeing this, I quickly took a few steps and blocked the path of the melancholy boy. I looked at him with a smile on my face and said, "Why are you going, young man! Fighting among minors is very dangerous."
"The zombie is back!" the melancholic boy shouted, stretching out his hands. He looked exactly like a zombie. At the same time, a trace of coldness rose from his face. At first glance, his face looked like a person who had just returned from the zombies.
The dead people crawling out of the morgue are no different.
"Zombies are coming out of the cave!" the melancholic boy shouted again. He suddenly jumped up from the ground and tried to get over my head.
I raised my head and glanced at him. I jumped into the air in the form of a flying dragon. I deflected his fists that he raised above his head and smashed them down. Looking at his chest, I pushed out gently with a palm, which happened to push him back.
The ground. Even so, I used gentle force, so I didn't hurt him. Looking at the melancholy boy with an angry face, I took my frozen hands and said with a smile: "Young man, don't
It's not good to be angry!" Although I said this, I was secretly surprised: "This Maoshan sect's kung fu is so evil. I just touched his body slightly, and my hands were frozen like this.
! If the battle lasts for a long time, what's the point?' Just when the melancholy boy was about to attack again, Mao Xiaoyuan suddenly stopped in front of him and said: "Huh! No big or small, he is your uncle, how can you
Attack him? Besides, if your uncle hadn't let go just now, he would have died in your uncle's hands just with your three-legged cat skills. Do you think the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are nonsense?
Really? You haven't learned all the Maoshan Zombie Boxing moves yet you dare to fight your uncle's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms? What if you're not seeking death?"
When the melancholy boy heard this, he glanced at me with fear on his face and said in surprise: "What? What? Now someone actually learned the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon? Isn't this true?"
Mao Xiaoyuan glared at the melancholic boy and said: "You brat, why do you need to gain other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige? When you master the Maoshan Zombie Fist, you may not lose to the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"
Taking two steps forward, I cupped my fist at Mao Xiaoyuan and said with a smile: "Senior brother is right, how could our Maoshan sect lose to the Beggars Gang in Kung Fu?" Although I said this, I said in my heart: 'Old bastard'
Dan, you are just roundabout saying that your apprentice is on the same level as me, you really can put yourself in a good position!" "Huh?" Mao Xiaoyuan heard this and was surprised, and said: "Junior brother, you used to
Aren't you from a beggar clan? Then how did you learn the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"
I smiled at him and immediately thought of a way to deal with it: "How Guo Jing learned it, that's how I learned it."
After hearing what I said, Mao Xiaoyuan suddenly understood and then said something that made me vomit blood: "Oh! Good boy, Huang Rong let you soak it!"
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