After Feng Chenglin punched out, he roared angrily: "Isn't it all your roar? If you weren't so ecstatic, we wouldn't have encountered such a perverted thing..."

Hua Tiehui seemed to have not heard what he was saying at all, and walked forward stupidly: "What kind of underworld is this? Is there no end to it? You two have a fight yet, aren't you?"

Feng Chenglin and Ling Luoyu were both thinking about Jiutoulong, and they didn't notice that Hua Tiehui's words were a bit wrong.

Just as he walked two steps away, a little head of Jiutoulong glanced at him.

It seemed as if Hua Tiehui was uneasy and immediately began to attack him shamelessly.

"Bang"

The basketball-sized head hit Hua Tieqiao's chest hard and knocked him out.

Hua Tiehui screamed and turned into a parabola, falling to the ground in a mess, screaming in pain.

The little head of the Nine-Headed Dragon follows closely, screaming and opening its sharp big fangs, biting the thigh of the Chinese Hammer.

With a "puff", blood splattered.

Hua Tiehai was trembling all over his body in pain. He pinched Jiutoulong's little head with both hands, opened his big mouth, bit a piece of skin and flesh tightly, and tore it hard.

"Hiss"

Blood squirted his face.

Jiutoulong's little head screamed again in a silence, and his teeth bit Hua Tiehui's thighs, tearing a bloody mouth open.

Hua Tie Hammer was so painful that he opened his mouth, hugged his little head and chewed it around, making it blew blood and flesh.

Feng Chenglin was still in heavy-weight damage. Every time he punched, a large blood hole broke out on the body of Jiutoulong.

But then, the blood hole healed again.

Feng Chenglin became more and more addicted to the fight, and he became more and more popular. For a moment, he was like hitting a gopher. Before his wound healed, he attacked again with a heavy punch.

However, as he was fighting, Ling Luoyu on the opposite side suddenly made a gesture to him.

"Fatty, take it away!"

Feng Chenglin:…??

OK, why did you withdraw before you even beat me to the death?

Before he could think about it, he flew back.

"San Master, what are you doing?"

"You see it yourself!"

Ling Luoyu pointed at Hua Tiehair.

Feng Chenglin frowned: "That guy is rough and thick-skinned and can't die for a while. What's there to see?"

"I didn't let you look at him, I asked you to look at the little head of the Nine-Headed Dragon!"

Only then did Feng Chenglin notice something was wrong: "...Damn, what the hell is this... fucking?"

He glanced at his fist again: "Is the fist I just punched out... Is it a ghost?"

At the level of damage of his and Ling Luoyu, the Nine-Headed Dragon can be resurrected again and again with full blood again.

But under the mouth of the painted iron hammer, the little head of the Jiu-Headed Dragon was already gnawed to almost only the bones left.

Logically speaking, just like Hua Tiehai's big mouth, the scar of the first mouth had healed before he could bite the second mouth.

What's so hesitantly, Hua Tiehai bit Jiutoulong's little head one by one, and there was no sign of other wounds on his head healing.

Under the dumbfounded gaze of the two people, their little head was chewed beyond recognition in a blink of an eye.

Feng Chenglin's eyes lit up: "I understand. Although this guy can be reborn, it is not the kind of unlimited number of times. Just like a cat has nine lives. When nine lives are gone, it will still die..."
Chapter completed!