Chapter 181 It's not strong
The first update...
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"Are you Ye Jun?" Shangguan Ying and Leng Ao both looked at Ma Xiaolong with strange faces.
Ma Xiaolong wiped his nose proudly and said, "How's it going? Let's be famous! Get out of here!" Ma Xiaolong pointed to Shangguan Yingdao.
"Haha!" Shangguan Ying laughed so wildly that tears were about to flow out.
Ma Xiaolong scratched his head, poked Leng Ao with his fist, and asked, "Hey, ice cube, what is that idiot laughing at? Is it funny?" He said coldly and arrogantly, "He laughs at you idiot!"
Poo! Jian Shi couldn't help laughing and immediately covered his little mouth again. Ma Xiaolong's face stiffened, stared at Jian Twelve, and then turned to Leng Ao and said, "It's really strange to be an idiot to be laughed at by an idiot!"
"Okay! Boy, if you want to live, get out of here immediately. I don't have time to talk to you. I'm not afraid to tell you that Ye Jun is dead, or I killed him!" Shangguan Ying smiled and said coldly.
"What?" Ma Xiaolong thought he had heard it wrong!
"Hey hey, Ye Jun has been killed by me. Is it interesting for you to pretend to be a dead person? Get out of here now!" Shangguan Ying said with a smile. Ma Xiaolong was sure that he heard it correctly this time, and his head buzzed: "Ye Boy is actually dead? How is that possible! This boy is shameless and obscene. How can he hang up? It must be fake!" Ma Xiaolong looked at Leng Ao.
Leng Ao nodded slightly. Ma Xiaolong believed it. It was out of an intuition. Although he saw Leng Ao for the first time, a person's eyes would not lie.
Ma Xiaolong held a silver gun in his hand, lowered his head and drew circles on the ground with the handle of the gun. Naturally, he said to himself, "Hey, Ye Boy, you are so shameless that you are so shameless. It's not strong. What should Sister Yuhan do in the future? Say it! What to do? It's a pity that Sister Yuhan doesn't like me..."
Jian Twelfth's face was slightly white. She knew very well that this was a harbinger of Ma Xiaolong's anger.
Sure enough, Ma Xiaolong turned his head to Shangguan Ying and said, "I've decided. I want you to fill your life!" Leng Ao was stunned and looked at Ma Xiaolong unexpectedly.
Shangguan Ying was stunned for a moment and said in surprise, "Who are you, Ye Jun?"
Ma Xiaolong's silver gun was a pillar, and his face said indifferently, "Friend!"
"Haha! It's a friend again. It seems that Ye Jun has a lot of friends! Well, he is also a friend of Ye Jun, but he is half a friend." Shangguan Ying sneered and pointed coldly.
Ma Xiaolong smiled and said, "Are you half a friend of Ye Jun?" A trace of warmth appeared in Leng Ao's eyes. He opened his mouth and spit out a word: "Yes!"
Ma Xiaolong laughed and said, "Ye Jun is not kind. The good woman has taken care of it by himself. Then I, Ma Xiaolong, only recognize him as half a friend. Together, we are a friend. We just killed this person, in order to fulfill the meaning of a friend! Haha..."
He smiled coldly and proudly, and immediately sealed it down again. He stared at Shangguan Ying. Ma Xiaolong smiled and said, "We are all half of Ye Jun's friends. You don't like to talk, but I like to talk very much. Can you tell me your name?"
"Cold and proud!"
"Ha ha! Sure enough, people are just like their names! My name is Ma Xiaolong!"
"I know!"
"Ha, have you heard of my name?"
"You said it yourself just now!"
"Oh!"
As the two of them talked, they stared at Shangguan Ying. Shangguan Ying's face became solemn. Ma Xiaolong's cultivation, which came out of nowhere, actually had the sixth level of refining god. In addition, Leng Ao himself was afraid that he was invincible. There was also a woman next to him who was also the initial level of refining god. It seemed that it was not suitable to fight in love. Shangguan Ying retreated.
"Woman, stay away, don't hinder men!" Ma Xiaolongtou didn't go back to the tunnel. Jian Twelfth shouted and withdrew from afar. His heart was sweet. Did he care about others?
"Kid, I'm a disciple of Lian Xingzong! Have you figured it out? Shangguan Ying threatened. Leng Ao also looked at Ma Xiaolong slightly. Ma Xiaolong smiled and said, "No matter what kind of bullshit you are, the young master killed you today!"
A sharp color rose on Shangguan Ying's face and said grimly, "You asked for it!"
The white bone hand roared fiercely, and a blue and faint fire ignited. One changed two, two changed four, four changed eight, and eight bone hands with blue and faint flames surrounded Ma Xiaolong and Leng Ao.
Ma Xiaolong's face changed, "It's a phosphorus fire. This thing is a special dirty magic weapon! Brother Leng, be careful!"
"Hey hey, boy has some insight!" Shangguan Yingying smiled and pinched a strange formula in his hands, and the eight bone hands took turns to bombard the two people. The two rolled and dodged, but they didn't dare to touch them with the magic treasure, and they were instantly in danger.
Jian Twelve looked at the dark and anxious. There was no way to be passive. Maybe he was going to hurt it accidentally. He turned his eyes and slowly retreated. He secretly circled behind the Shangguan eagle and sacrificed a crystal long sword. The long sword burst out a ball of ice fog and stabbed the back of the official eagle.
Shangguan Ying had long noticed that the sword twelve was missing, so while controlling the phosphorus bone hand to attack Ma Xiaolong and the two, he secretly paid attention to the surroundings. Suddenly, he felt that the wind of the magic weapon broke the wind came from behind him, and hurriedly sacrificed out the steel claws and hit the sword of the sword twelve. After all, the spiritual cultivation of the sword twelve was much worse. However, Jianshi is not a stupid woman. On the contrary, she is very calculating. Since she can't make a sneak attack, she changes it to harassment. She controls the long sword and pretends to attack, and often takes it back halfway through, but Shangguan Ying can't ignore it. Half of her mind is on the defensive sword twelve, and her body moves slowly. Leng Ao and Ma Xiaolong found an opportunity to highlight the encirclement. Ma Xiaolong shouted loudly, and the silver gun shook the gun. Ding Ding! Three shots hit three regiments of negative phosphorus bone fire, and the head of the gun was suddenly melted away, leaving only a silver stick in his hand. Leng Aozhi took advantage of this gap and flew close to Shangguan Eagle. The long sword turned into a thousand sword shadows, and the fierce sword came out through the sword. Shangguan Ying immediately became left and right, and was shot through by the sword on his wrist and right shoulder at the same time. At this time, the sword of the twelve sword stabbed from behind. This time it was not a false move.
Shangguan Ying shouted in pain, and the eight bone hands immediately turned back to one. He quickly rescued the back of Leng Ao's head. The steel claws hit back with all his strength. An anxious lazy donkey rolled and rolled away a few feet awkwardly.
Dang! The flying sword of Sword Twelve was hit and flew up. The cold and arrogant fast sword stabbed Shangguan Ying's left leg, and his body rushed forward to avoid a blow from his head.
Peng! The bone hand hit the ground heavily, and the dust flew instantly, hitting a huge deep pit. Ma Xiaolong carried a silver stick and flew up. The stick took a whirlwind and stabbed the throat of the official eagle. The official eagle could not avoid it, and a trace of despair flashed in his eyes.
"Wait!" With a cold shout, Ma Xiaolong stopped abruptly, and the stick just touched Shangguan eagle's throat. If it was slower, Shangguan eagle's throat bone would have been broken.
Ma Xiaolong sealed the spiritual power of Shangguan Ying with a stick, looked at Leng Ao doubtfully, and asked puzzledly, "Brother Leng, what are you?"
Leng Ao walked to Shangguan Ying and said coldly, "Say it! Did you kill Fan Jian? A trace of red light flashed in Shangguan eagle's eyes, and he laughed and said, "What if I killed it? Ye Jun is dead now! Even if you say that I killed someone, no one will believe you!"
Ma Xiaolong scratched his head puzzledly: "Brother Leng, what the hell is going on?"
Leng Ao didn't answer him and asked coldly, "You also killed this person?" Did you pretend to be Ye Jun and frame him?
Shangguan Ying laughed fearlessly: "I just killed Fan Jian, a fool. Ye Jun offended so many people. Maybe someone else framed him. Maybe he really did it himself!"
Leng Ao snorted coldly: "Did you write the words on Fan Jian's body? And how do you use the magic of the Fire Soul Hall?
Shangguan Ying said strangely, "Yes, I wrote that word, but I didn't cast the spell!" Leng Ao's face darkened. So, it was someone in the Yanhun Hall who wanted to frame Ye Jun. Who was he? There is a motive to frame Ye Jun, so who is most likely? Ouyang Duan! Most likely it's him...
"Hey hey, is it over?" Shangguan Ying laughed and laughed very strangely. Leng Ao frowned and said coldly, "What's the case after asking?"
"After asking, you can die!" Shangguan Ying said gloomyly, and his eyes suddenly turned blood red, hiss! A bloody lotus came out of his forehead.