Tell! Aren’t cultivators normal? Mr. Xu couldn’t help but spit.

"Are cultivators normal people?" The speaker was Jianhuang, who liked to discuss it the most, which is a common problem among scholars.

Damn! Mr. Xu can only turn white and his eyes are speechless, and he is serious and he is really crazy.

"Well, not all demon cultivators in the world are under the control of the demon king." Mr. Xu decided not to be as knowledgeable as the Sword Huang, and changed the subject, but did not know that the Sword Huang in the corner said excitedly, celebrating his victory. Mr. Xu continued to turn a blind eye and said to Zhuo Bufan, "You also know that there is a [***] organization that is said now. In the cultivation world, the same is true for this guy, but he is not a man of the same kind as Yu Henshui. If the people on both sides meet, they may be more popular than Mars hitting the earth. If you really lift the big fish out, I guarantee that your explosive pack will be ignited immediately."

"Oh!" Zhuo Bufan's face looked a little ugly. He was not afraid of taking action, but he seemed to have reached the last step.

"How many can you block?" Zhuo Bufan asked Guan Peng. He wanted to work hard for the last time and calculate the strength of both sides.

"Uh..." After pausing for a moment, Guan Peng said helplessly: "One."

“Which one.”

"The woman." Guan Peng felt even more embarrassed.

Alas! You can only bully women! Guan Peng was speechless. There was a lot of gap between him and a man, but compared with Zhuo Bufan, these gaps were no longer important.

"Where are you?" Zhuo Bufan turned his head and continued to ask Ding Xiang...

"I... are the same." Ding Xiang said with his head scratching his head, his face very red. He was worse than his senior brother. He could only deal with supporting roles, and there was still one, even two supporting roles!

This is embarrassing.

"Damn! That's not a supporting role left!" Mo Xiaoye shouted loudly, feeling unfair about Zhuo Bufan. Who are they? Just pick up some soft persimmons.

"Look at whether those soldiers can deal with one of them?" said Huang Huangzhang, who had studied it, as if possessing Zhuge Liang. It would be even better if he had a fan.

nerve!

"Old Chief of Staff Song, do you accept our proposal?"

Just as Zhuo Bufan calculated the opponent's strength, the opponent had already calculated their strength. The man couldn't help but speak again: "We have shown enough sincerity and patience, but don't let us down, Chief of Staff Song."

It turns out that if you have the strength to speak, you have the confidence!

"If you don't believe it, you can ask the Guan person and let him try it out with me. You can ask how strong we are. Sometimes, too many people do not mean strength." The man then pointed to Guan Peng, but subconsciously ignored Zhuo Bufan.

Guan Peng was so angry that his nose almost turned blue. If he hadn't been carrying a special identity and task, he would probably have jumped out to fight alone with the man. However, he could not, so he could only nod in pain to the person who saw him, indicating that the other party was telling the truth.

It seems that Guan Peng has suffered a loss, otherwise with his temper, he would not be able to bear it...

The opponent's powerful spiritual pressure cannot be pretended! The agility period!

"Is the spiritual period very amazing?" Mr. Xu complained boredly. Now the cultivation world is full of small fish and shrimps. People in the spiritual period can come out to show off. If it were his era, skinning and cramps would be light.

"I just want to say one word to you, Chief of Staff Song!" The man didn't know Mr. Xu's dissatisfaction, and took two steps easily at the place under countless guns. If it weren't for Zhuo Bufan not to misunderstand, his walk might have been larger.

He believed that Zhuo Bufan might not be able to do it. This is a typical Chinese, and sometimes he always likes to hide his weaknesses!

Bah! Annoying guy!

"Old Xu, how to solve it?" Zhuo Bufan frowned. Even if he took action, he might not be able to stop it. The main reason is that he is not sure of killing him with one blow. Once he starts, most of the people present may have concerns about their fate, including Mr. Song!

"This guy is a master of the fight of the demon cultivator! He also knows the soul defense of the demon cultivator, and it doesn't matter. The Japanese woman is a soul cultivator, and the formation is pretty good. I believe someone should have obtained the transaction with her. The other two are not worth mentioning!" Mr. Xu fell ill again and began to comment.

Zhuo Bufan slapped his forehead and almost broke down. It was already time, and the old guy was still whining.

"Tell me the point!" Zhuo Bufan's face cramps.

"The key point? When the key point comes, you can just hang them all up. Don't bother me if you have a little bit of a big deal!" Mr. Xu was also angry. Zhuo Bufan didn't give him face, and he didn't give Zhuo Bufan a good face.

"**, before they were all killed, I'm afraid everyone else here would have been killed!" Zhuo Bufan said angrily. Is this the key point? Otherwise, why are he doing wood here now? I really think he is a lunatic!

Alas! Ninjay sighed, he was shot while lying down. Why is my brother so famous? He started to be narcissistic...

Zhuo Bufan is so angry! Why can’t these lunatics make people feel more worried?

Just as he was about to roar, he suddenly realized, "the key point" came.

A figure flashed outside the wall, and a fat man wrapped in a headscarf jumped off the wall.

"What's going on here? Are you terrorists?" The fat man spoke fluently, not as crazy as he was.

Well, he just lost his memory and seemed to have nothing to do with the lunatic! Zhuo Bufan looked overjoyed, and Jiuwei still cared about him very much.

However, why is the fat man holding an oil lamp in his hand?

"Spiritual object?" The Japanese woman and the man's face changed drastically at the same time, and she shouted at the oil lamp in the fat man's hand.

"Who are you?" the man continued to shout. He felt that the other party seemed to be an acquaintance, but he couldn't remember where he had met the other party. The most important thing was that he was a cultivator, and there were people who had met but could not remember! What was the situation?

The man was surprised.

When the fat man saw the man, he seemed to be stunned for a moment, as if he felt that the other party was a little familiar with him, and they all had a special smell on them.

The smell of demon cultivator!

"You..." The man's face changed again, and he also felt that he had met his kind.

The fat man's reaction was faster than him. As soon as he saw his kind, he immediately tucked his hands with "passionate" and lit the oil lamp. He did not forget the saying that those who knew him were enemies!

"Crash!" The thick spiritual power was just a friction, and a powerful spiritual fire immediately rose up, the oil lamp immediately lit up, the dim light flashed, and a ball of yellow light flew out of the oil lamp and rushed straight to the man.

"Damn! What is that? Is that an Arabic magic lamp?" Zhuo Bufan's uncle looked at the oil lamp in the fat man's hand in surprise and shouted in disbelief. It's incredible. Is it the day when the gates of ghosts opened on July 14th?

The guards around were all like this, but they did not dare to shoot. Obviously, they also knew that the other party was not something that could be dealt with by guns.

Of course, the most important thing is that there is no command!

The man opposite the fat man seemed to be very concerned about the yellow light and did not dare to take it head-on. He just flashed and dodged away, but the yellow light looked like a living thing. With a flash of butterfly, he even changed direction and chased the man at the same time, at a very fast speed.

Seeing that something was wrong, the Japanese woman waved her hand immediately, not knowing what she had done. Suddenly, some soldiers surrounded her outside raised their hands and shot the fat man hard as if they were uncontrollably. The crisp gunshots sounded, which scared the captain on the side. Then she immediately subconsciously reacted and grabbed the hands of the soldiers desperately, but the soldiers seemed to be crazy and could not pull them at all.

When the gunshot sounded, the fat man stood still and just shook the oil lamp in his hand gently, and saw a circle of yellow light appearing around his body. The bullet suddenly appeared in the air, as if it could be seen by the naked eye.

Mr. Song and others could even see the air waves of the bullets piercing through the void, and tiny white lines passed by the end of the bullet.

Cultivator! This is the power of cultivator!? Mr. Song was shocked. He was different from other ordinary people. He had really seen such a power. In the ten-year war-torn era decades ago!

After being disturbed by Japanese women, the fat man's command of the yellow light was obviously slowed down, and the man finally got rid of Huang Guang's pursuit.

"Enable all the guards!" Mr. Song suddenly ordered that he was one of the few people who had experienced the tragic scenes and lived to this day.

He knew very well that now, it was not that many people could help, but that he would become an accomplice!

accomplice……

Thinking of this word, Mr. Song's eyes couldn't help but feel wet.

The guard captain could not believe his eyes at all. When he heard Mr. Song's order, he felt that his ears did not belong to him. Did he be hallucinating his hearing?

However, reason told him that he did not have auditory hallucinations and that the guards had to withdraw from the yard. With these people there, the old leader might die at the gun of his own people, and the result would be even more unimaginable.

"Do you know this oil lamp? Mr. Xu." Zhuo Bufan asked. He couldn't think of where the fat man took out an oil lamp, given by Jiuwei?

"Tsk! Do I need to know a small spiritual object? It's just a low-level magic weapon, something that only a guy in the agility stage uses, how can I know it! The Nine Tails gave it? Bah! How could Nine Tails have such garbage?" Mr. Xu said.

Huh! The man opposite took a breath and finally took out a whip from somewhere. The green jasper whip was dark green all over. The whip body was as if it were made of skeletons, and it smiled fiercely.

"Damn! Fortunately, I have spiritual objects, although they were borrowed!" The man laughed self-deprecatingly, and when he thought of the man in black standing in the wind, his mood couldn't help but twitch.
Chapter completed!