Chapter seven hundred and sixty-six lowly race, three pigs
When the three of them dispersed, the person waiting behind them finally appeared.
The person walking at the front was wearing a weird sharkskin-style costume. His head was as high as an upside-down spittoon, and his two slender eyes stood high, swinging from side to side like the eyes of a mollusk snail.
Next to him was an ordinary human wearing a tall hat who seemed to be saying something from the side.
Behind the "spittoon" are two weird humans with blue skin, short and strong stature. Just looking at the width of their bodies, they look like strong men.
But if you look at height...
Only about 1.2 meters.
This weird combination made the fat man want to laugh, but Master Harry tried hard to control his facial muscles. He remembered Bai Mao's previous warning and must not laugh at other races!
This group of people passed by Shi Shiran without any verbal communication with Mu Fan and his party, as if it was natural for them to get out of the way.
When this group of people were just two meters away,
Bai Mao explained to his two companions in a low voice: "The tall and thin one with the tentacled eyes is the Balanlante, and the two at the back are the Blue Horns. These are all races from the extraterrestrial galaxy."
"Isn't that too arrogant? Just like the uncle, do you owe them something?" the fat man said with a frown.
At least make way and say thank you. Of the four of them, one is normal, and the other three look like they landed face first on the ground and look like adults, which really makes the fat man feel angry.
Before Mu Fan had time to speak, he saw the four people in front of him suddenly paused.
The spittoon-like Balanlant man turned his two vertical eyes and glanced around, and then the spittoon face turned around.
"du ja kod?"
The two slender antennae and eyes are strangely branched to both sides.
Bai Mao expressed his embarrassment because he didn't understand Balanlant's language at all, and Fatty asked confusedly: "What are you talking about?"
After seeing that the three people didn't express anything.
"Ha~" came out of Balanlant's mouth.
"ki hool, thr a mdd."
Then the two low-profile Blue Horn tribesmen burst out laughing.
The man wearing a tall hat also laughed twice and pushed up the brim of his hat. When he saw the three people opposite him clearly, a light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"The Yin family's trash, what a coincidence." The interstellar lingua franca finally appeared, but the tone was still strange, and every word always seemed inexplicably old-fashioned.
The pronunciation of each word has no twist and is extremely blunt.
Bai Mao's face suddenly looked ugly, and the face opposite...
The one-letter name is Jin. He is a half-blood from the Federation. He has the blood of an unknown race from an extraterrestrial galaxy.
Bai Mao once met this guy across from him in an underground market. That time, the family was competing for an eighth-generation lithography master machine, and in the end, this guy came out to maliciously disturb the family.
The reason is very simple. The Yin family was the only federal family present at the time, and Jin happened to hate federal people.
It's such a simple reason.
And now, I see it again...
"Damn."
Bai Mao muttered in a low voice, "It's really bad luck."
"gu ds~"
The spittoon face didn't pay attention to Bai Mao's strange movement, and still spoke in unclear words, and then the group laughed and walked away.
"What are you talking about?" the fat man said angrily. The other party talked and laughed in a foreign language in front of him, which made the fat brother feel really unhappy.
Bai Mao spat angrily, who would have no problem learning the language of an alien galaxy?
But now he could only blame himself for not being good at studying. He had to go back and find out what the other party was talking about.
But at this moment, Hei suddenly spoke in Mu Fan's ears:
"The other party is scolding you. The second sentence is in Balanlan dialect, which means lowly race, three pigs."
Mu Fan's eyes suddenly looked at the backs of the four people.
"stop."
The sound stirred in the air, and the momentum would not be ignored regardless of whether one understood it or not.
The four of them stopped again, and "Spittoon" turned his head.
"du ja?"
They are still bullying Mu Fan and the three of them because they cannot understand the Balanlan language.
"What's wrong, Mu Fan?" Bai Mao asked quickly. He didn't understand the sudden change.
Mu Fan looked at the spittoon and said calmly without looking back: "He is scolding the three of us, calling us a lowly race and three pigs."
"Fuck!" Bai Mao's face turned green at that moment.
The fat man's face was even bigger.
"Explain yourself clearly." Mu Fan stared at the Balanlant man's snail eyes indifferently.
"Is there anything to explain? Please don't guess at our language." The spittoon face crossed its eyes and showed a smile.
"You bastard, apologize quickly." The fat man cursed, rolled up his sleeves, and rushed over. He wanted to use his size to intimidate the other party.
This cheap spittoon actually scolded them in different ways.
However, when the fat man was about to rush in front of the two blue-horned men, a small pistol with a metal inverted umbrella suddenly appeared in the hand of one of them, the short blue winter melon.
Mu Fan was already short in stature, and the fat man blocked his sight, so Mu Fan and the others didn't even see him.
I only saw the light blue mist exploding in front of the fat man with a thud. Harry suddenly flew seven or eight meters away like a baseball that was hit hard, and hit the flower bed over there with a thud. The fat man
The shirt on his chest exploded, revealing the white fat, and tears of pain fell out.
A non-lethal weapon similar to some kind of barometric cannon.
"Hahahaha." When the two Lanjiao people and the Balanlant man saw the fat man's miserable state, they laughed happily at the same time.
Jin, on the other hand, looked at Bai Mao arrogantly, with mockery in his eyes.
But the next moment, shock suddenly flashed in the eyes of these people.
A black shadow flashed across his face instantly, and Mu Fan stared sternly at the blue-horned man who fired the gun. He jumped up high and seemed to want to hit him hard with his right fist.
The Blue Horn tribesman who had just fired a shot had a fierce look in his innocent little eyes. He swiped his thumb across the gun body and pulled the trigger again.
When Harry was just bombarded, the scale on the gun barrel was 3, but now it's 5!
This undoubtedly represents the level of energy output!
But the moment Mu Fan fired the gun from the opposite side, his body suddenly bent downwards, with one hand on the ground, his whole body shrank to only one-third of his original height, and he completed the fall from the air to the ground in 0.1 seconds.
transformation of force.
A blue hollow air wave with a diameter of more than 30 centimeters blasted directly from the umbrella-shaped metal tip, instantly passing through the area where Mu Fan had just stopped, creating a long blue light trail in the air.
At this time, Mu Fan's feet finally turned forward along with his body, aiming at the short winter melon with blue horns.
Kick up to the sky with ancient fist fighting skills!
The legs shot out like springs.
Boom!
Several people seemed to hear the sound of a balloon exploding in their ears, and then the man in blue who fired the gun turned into a human cannonball and hit the bench over there with a clang.
Mu Fan's strong leg power even penetrated the opponent's body, smashing the horizontal chair to pieces. The blue-horned man fainted immediately with his two small eyes.
The strange pistol flew aside and shattered into pieces on the ground.
The companions on the side seemed to have just reacted at this moment, and they suddenly exploded at a speed that was not weaker than Mu Fan's flash just now. He swung a blue light with his short left arm and was about to hit Mu Fan.
This made the white-haired pupil at the back instantly shrink, and the explosive power of the second blue-horned dwarf melon was so strong!
This seems to be...their racial combat skill!
"Little..." Before the second word of Bai Mao's reminder came out of his throat, he heard a huge sound.
"boom!"
In Bai Mao's field of vision, another human cannonball flew out.
"wild."
“It’s so fun.”
Bai Mao murmured that he liked Mu Fan's way of fighting whenever he disagreed.