Just when Whitebeard's nose hurt and he suddenly became bruised, the wooden handle at the tail of the floating dust was still moving in the air, and Whitebeard hurriedly tried to grab it.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, he was hit hard on the forehead with a dusty wooden stick.
"Ouch." White Beard's head screamed in pain, and his hands subconsciously hugged his head.
"Crack!"
All of a sudden, it's the chin again!
When he hurriedly protected him, it was on his shoulders again...
On the head...
on the face...
On the nose...
From a distance, the white-bearded old man looked like he was dancing an old disco song, twisting his body crazily to the inexplicable rhythm.
Up and down, left and right.
At the same time, there were also a variety of different screams with completely different styles, such as the old man with a white beard.
From a certain point of view, this is more magical than the magical moves and beats.
The twisting body of the old man with a white beard is an extremely beautiful and weird scenery.
The people in the Mysterious Alliance were laughing heartily when they saw it. Mo Yang, Dao Twelve, and Liu Fang, the three people from Earth, were laughing so much that they turned forward and backward, doing four folds and five crosses.
The disciples of Tianji Palace all turned red with anger. They wanted to help, but everyone knew that rushing forward was just to die and to be used as sandbags. However, they watched helplessly as their leader was treated like this...
This is not even considered a beating, but a complete humiliation...
I can only stay where I am, full of embarrassment and helplessness!
Zhong Beihai didn't know when, but he had already buried his head lower, almost putting it in his pants.
However, unlike other disciples, Zhong Beihai didn't have the slightest anger. In his words, this gave the senior brother nothing to do, and he was just looking for nails.
That's fucking Han Sanqian. If you don't mess with anyone, go mess with him...
Suddenly, Han Sanqian stopped, holding the fly whisk in his hand, and handed it to the white-bearded old man seriously.
At this time, the white-bearded old man had already been beaten to paralysis, and his body was still mechanically moving east and west, and he continued to dance "dancing..." crazily and "enjoying it".
It wasn't until a long time later that he suddenly realized that the pain that hit various parts of his body had disappeared. When he raised his eyes again, he saw that the end of the whisk was still pointed at him. He subconsciously moved it again, and then
It was even more embarrassing and completely reflected.
The white-bearded old man looked at Han Sanqian with an extremely contradictory look in fear and anger. He was naturally angry because Han Sanqian was playing tricks on him like a monkey, and he was naturally scared because... this is not over after all. What if he suddenly wants to
If he comes again, he will have no choice but to keep jumping up and down.
"You..." He wanted to scold angrily, but he didn't dare to curse at all. No matter how much he said, he took his whisk directly from Han Sanqian's hand, and then repositioned himself.
If it were said that before, with his immortal demeanor and a flick of the dust, he did look a bit like an outsider.
But now...
"puff!"
"Hahahahaha!"
The entire mysterious man alliance burst into laughter.
With a bruised nose and a swollen face, the old man with a white beard not only lost all his aura, but also looked like a drowned rat because of his unique shape, exaggerated posture, and unknowingly still invincible aura.
Like the phoenix, spread its wings and look down upon the world.
"Look, does he look like a plucked chicken? Hahahaha!" Dao Twelve shouted loudly, laughing loudly.
When he shouted, the people below laughed even harder.
When the white-bearded old man heard this, he was so angry that he blew his beard and stared. When he looked back, he saw many people rolling forward and backward with laughter, and he was so angry that his blood almost spurted out.
"Shut up, shut up, you all shut up." He yelled angrily at everyone, and the white-bearded old man turned around and glared at Han Sanqian.
That's right, it was the impetuous young man in front of him who caused himself to be like this.
Who is he? He is the head of Tianji Palace. He has always been aloof and majestic in front of everyone.
But now...
The image that had existed for the past two thousand years collapsed in an instant.
Yes, it was all caused by the kid in front of me. If he hadn't been messing around here, how could I have...
"You kid, you are shameless and despicable. I swear, I will not tolerate you!"
"Are you coming?" Han Sanqian smiled disdainfully.
"Breaking anger!!"
boom!
As soon as the white-bearded old man finished speaking, the green energy spread from his body suddenly, and everyone who was very close to him was pushed down by the wind.
"You broke your mother!"
There was an angry shout, and the next second, a figure turned into a stream of light.
boom!
The white-bearded old man, who seemed to be in great momentum, stood on the spot with fierce energy, but before he could pretend, Han Sanqian's figure turned into a stream of light, and the next second, the white-bearded old man had disappeared on the spot.
When it was reflected again, there was already a muffled sound coming from the wall.
The white-bearded old man's body was almost exactly the same as Chen Shimin's just now. He was directly pushed into the wall and made an inlay...
The whole show of being so popular was already over before I even started pretending.
Han Sanqian relaxed his hand lightly and shook his head helplessly. If you want to fight in a place like this, do you really have to turn this place upside down?
How could Han Sanqian watch helplessly as everyone lost their shelter and were completely in danger from the zombies?
Therefore, Han Sanqian had already taken action without giving the old man with white beard any chance.
"You, you, you!" With his body embedded in the wall, the white-bearded old Taoist stared at Han Sanqian with his eyes fixed on him. He was shocked, frightened, and naturally more angry.
"You...you don't follow martial ethics, young man, you are so despicable." After thinking about it for a long time, the white-bearded old man finally found a reasonable reason for himself and shouted angrily.
Han Sanqian thought it was funny. On the battlefield, between fists and feet, he was supposed to strike first. This old beard didn't know what kind of breaking method he was practicing. It took so long to gather energy and strength. How could he be blamed?
Others are faster?!
"You're right, despicable and shameless, let go and fight if you have the guts." One of the desperate disciples below immediately agreed, but as soon as he shouted out, this guy regretted it. When everyone turned their eyes to him
When he was walking, he glanced at Zhong Beihai who was pretending to be dead next to him, and also chose "Go die!"
"Old guy, considering that so many of your disciples are innocent, I don't want to talk nonsense with you, but if you dare to push me to death or use a lot of energy in the room, I will definitely kill you.
Throw it out to feed the zombies, I, Han Sanqian, will definitely keep my word."
