"Uh, ahem …" Cheng Ying and Lu Shuang were choked by Mofei at the same time, and although they were small, they could not hide from the sisters sitting beside him.

"The old urchin’s teacher … is actually Brother Yang?" First slow lead spirit Cheng Yingxiao asked Mo Fei beside him.
"Ah … yeah? It’s a shame to be mixed up with such a senior! "
"Uh …" Sisters talk. Is it a shame to have an old urchin as a brother? What are we all longing for?
"Ahem …" Huo Dou brought back the attention of the pack with a cough, and saw Huo Dou fan a folding fan and smile. "Again, who else can be the leader of the Wulin except my master, King Jinlun?"
"My son deserves it!" Accompanied by a big drink, a brown figure directly crossed the stage.
Yang Guo looked at the figure and felt his head as big as a bucket for the first time.
"My son is a natural enemy of martial arts. Who should he be?" Yang Guo was glad that he gave Yi Kung Fu to Ouyang Ouyang and didn’t forget his charge-it’s easy where there are many people.
"Why is there another old madman?" Huo Dou is impatient.
"Master! Another one can be my master! " Confident to arrogance, the golden wheel frowned slightly. "There were so many masters in the Central Plains Wulin?"
"Who are you calling crazy?" Ouyang is very angry, and the consequences are very serious.
"Scold you! Go crazy … poof! " Poor Huo Dou! He’s not finished yet!
Looking at the fall of life and death, I don’t know that Huo Dou Jinlun was angry and surprised.
Spike! That Huo Dou just reflected that the output has definitely reached the first-class master realm, and the first-class master was seconds killed! Does the old urchin really have a master? It is very serious that the heroes are misled.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Jinlun laughed at the sky. "I really underestimated the hero of heaven. It was you who hurt my disciples. I have to ask for advice in person!"
"You … huh? Xiaofei, what are you doing here? " Ouyang wondered at the little people around him.
"Grandfather-in-law, how can this big monk get your hand? Just like the master said that this kind of guy is the best for me to practice my hands! "
"Well, that makes sense!" Ouyang field all stare big eyes serious nodded his head.
Hua Lujiazhuang lost his eyes all over the ground.
"You! ! ！” I really want to get my eyes back. I feel angry and touched my bald head. The golden wheel is wronged and the congenital conditions are insufficient!
"Xiaofei, tidy up this old guy and let him know what it means to be behind the scenes." Ouyang took a look at Jinlun’s anger and patted Mofei on the shoulder and said it was easy.
"Hum!" The extremes meet, but it still makes sense. This golden wheel was angry, but it recovered its calmness. "Little doll, if you want to die, you don’t need me to shoot Dalba!"
The Tibetan monk, who had been standing behind the golden wheel, came out. After some Mongolian negotiations, he saw Dalba jump out and said in Mongolian, "Do you want to die, son?"
Murphy scratched his head. What did the monk say?
"Hum, I will solve you with one stroke!" Dalba saw that Mo Fei scratched his head and said nothing, then attacked with a wave of his hand.
When MoFei saw a flash of golden light in front of him, he knew that his opponent Jin pestle was coming, but who was he afraid of when he was alone? Well, of course, except for the master of heaven and man
So the pack just picked up their eyes and fell all over the floor again …
Dalba wait for a while looked at the hands of a first-class master like him. It’s a bit weird that he won’t be distracted in battle today.
The two ends of the golden pestle are standing firmly in the hands of two people, a thin monk and a child.
"He actually … actually caught me with one hand!" Return to absolute being, Dalba thought of this sentence in his heart.
"This monk’s strength is not small. My hands are numb!" If Dalba knew Murphy’s idea, he would go to secularization and make a fuss.
"Psst …" King Jinlun gasped, and he finally regretted it. "The demon in the Wulin of the Central Plains is rampant, and the old woman’s mana is not enough. She shouldn’t be trapped!"
"Bang!" Mofei threw the gold pestle with Dalba to the wall and shook his head. The grown-up said, "I want your master to have a competition. What hand do you want to insert? Hey? By the way, is your gold pestle so heavy that it is pure gold? " Mo Fei’s eyes glowed, and then Dalba’s confused eyes flickered to his side and took the gold pestle from his hand.
Yang Guo, what disciples are these?
"Well … ah, bah!" Mofei took a bite of the gold pestle and immediately said, "It turns out that the skin is wrapped in a layer of gold, so I’ll give it back to you!"
Dalba took the golden pestle and scratched his head. At the golden wheel, this silly monk really didn’t know what Murphy was doing.
"Dalba, come back. You are no match for him." Jinlun sighed and looked very declining.
"Yes!" Dalba did a ceremony to return to the golden wheel behind him, thinking about Murphy. "Is this little doll a goblin?" Otherwise, where did you get so much strength? "
“@%*^#￥%！ @ RMB ….. "King Jinlun mumbled when he saw his apprentice’s return, and read the tantric mantra" Demon falling and curse falling ".Poor Jinlun was really scared. It’s impossible for the Central Plains Wulin to be so powerful even for children, right? There must be a monster!
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(PS Cough Cough Chapter Some children’s shoes with poor psychological endurance, please adjust your mentality to see if you are possessed with anger …)
When MoFei saw that Jinlun was "jabbering" in Mongolian, he was angry at swearing in Mongolian, so he stopped cursing "I% *% #%".
Jinlun tried his mind to read the spell, but as soon as he read the spell, the child across the street swore at him. Jinlun was happy when he saw it. "Is that doll really demonized?" Thought of here, I kept chanting spells.
Wulin heroes feel that this meeting is not for nothing, because everyone’s mind has improved a lot and reached the extreme state of "insensitive"