Hong Huang: Hongjun scolded the street!All the members of the Zuwu were mixed

After Di Juntai heard this extremely familiar voice with a rather indecent tone.

The body can't help but tremble.

His face turned pale instantly, and cold sweat rolled down his face.

When they saw that Li Hao was the only one who came.

The nervous heart was relieved again.

In their view, it is true that the Wu clan is very strong.

But if there is only one witch, the two brothers may not be unable to win if they fight to the death.

I have to say that although the two birdmen are not ugly, they are also beautiful in their thinking.

It's a shame that they didn't express these ideas.

Otherwise, Li Hao alone would beat them to such an extent that they couldn't take care of themselves.

Dijun Taiyi's idea was good, just when they wanted to jump out and clamor.

More than a dozen tall and strong figures appeared one after another.

Li Hao was the first to play, and the ancestral witches were naturally not far behind.

After he jumped up, he also flexed his legs and exerted strength in a similar manner, and jumped onto a high platform made of hibiscus wood.

Big men came down one by one, stepping on the hibiscus wood and making bang bang bang sounds.

The momentum is great and the shock is extremely strong.

As Xuan Ming jumped onto the platform with Xi He in his arms, the appearance was considered over.

When Di Juntai saw this scene, his liver trembled.

What the hell!

Fortunately, it didn't jump out too quickly.

Otherwise it's absolutely useless.

The two birds subconsciously touched their unhealed face, secretly rejoicing.

It stands to reason that it is impossible to completely heal without a million or eight thousand years.

But it was obvious that the wound on Dijun Taiyi's face healed quite quickly.

In this regard, the ancestors and witches whispered to each other and talked about it.

The topic is that it recovers too quickly.

Zhu Rong asked Qiang Liang, "Lao Liu, are you being too careful? Why didn't you hurt that area?"

Qiangliang shook his head, and responded aggrievedly, "Third brother, you still don't know me? I can't hold back my hand once, and there is no strength at all. I don't know how it will be all right."

Gou Mang curled his lips, "Third son, do you still have the face to talk about sixth son? Look at the piece you were in charge of. Not only is it not injured, but it is also quite delicate, rosy and shiny."

Zhu Rong took a look and was startled.

Don't say it, it's really just like what Gou Mang said.

What the hell is going on here?

He clearly remembered that he deliberately gave him a few ruthless blows, not to mention hundreds of years, even thousands of years may not be able to recover.

Di Juntai looked at the ancestors who were discussing their injuries as if nothing had happened.

I don't want to talk at all, because if I talk too much, I will cry.

They spent a lot of money to be fully healed before the next sermon.

This means that the treasury is full, otherwise the two of them might really go to the next sermon with the face of a pigheaded three.

The ancestral witches didn't understand, but Li Hao was quite clear.

This means that the two little brothers Dijun Taiyi have a very solid foundation.

This wave of courtship may be a great harvest.

Not only do we have the betrothal gift, but maybe there will be rich people who can refill the treasure house of the clan.

It's just perfect, isn't it?
I can't help but feel a little flattered.

The witches, birds, and people each do their own thing.

The old man who was dragged before was not happy, he thought he was ignored.

Immediately, he jumped into a rage, blowing his beard and staring.

"Who are you waiting for? How dare you come here to shout?"

"What's the crime for interrupting my gathering with Dijun Taiyi and my fellow Taoists?"

When Di Juntai heard this, he couldn't help being surprised!
Hastily moved a few steps to the side, as a gesture of distance.

The implication was obvious: we didn't know him at all.

You can do whatever you want, as long as you don't get us involved.

At the same time, he took a deep look at the man, his eyes full of complaint and pity.

If you want to die, die far away, don't pull us.

Hmm... Besides, I hope you are safe and sound.

The ancestral witches seemed to have never heard of the old man's words, and they talked on their own.

To be ignored again is simply unbearable.

The man sacrificed a crutch-like magic weapon, the mana surged out, and a burst of energy suddenly shot out, attacking directly.

It hit Xizi on the head.

And then... no more.

The guy scratched his head with a puzzled look on his face.

Seeing his strange expression, Gong Gong asked a question.

"Old Jiu? What's wrong?"

I don't know why, so I replied in a low voice.

"Fifth brother, I don't know either, it seems like a gust of wind blows past my head."

Gong Gong was speechless, waved his hand and slapped him on the head.

"What the hell is the wind? Where does the wind come from?"

Unexpectedly, after this slap, Xi Zi was not annoyed, but his eyes lit up instead.

He looked at Gonggong and asked.

"Fifth brother, the wind just now feels similar to the wind you brought when you hit me on the head."

"Are you messing with me?"

After Gonggong heard this, his nose was almost out of breath.

Good guy!
Is this going to make me take the blame?

This is not going to work.

I!Co-workers!Can bear anything!

I just can't stand others putting shit on my head!
So, Gonggong scanned around, wanting to see who was behind the scenes.

After some observation, he finally noticed the old man behind him.

The guy looked shocked and held a cane in his hand.

There are even mana fluctuations left on his body.

No matter how you look at it, it's all the hands of this guy!

Gonggong patted and pointed at the old man behind him.

Nothing was said, at this moment silence speaks louder.

When the old man saw that he was being watched, he immediately put down his crutches.

Clearing his throat, "I am Dong..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a bang, and he felt as if he was flying.

Then there was another loud bang, and he hit the hibiscus tree trunk behind him.

Immediately, a sense of displacement of internal organs came, and he felt pain all over his body.

Hmm... Xizi bumped into him, it was really just a bump.

It's just that he didn't see clearly.

This is too normal, with a six-turn physical body, plus Xizi already possesses the law of electricity, the speed is as fast as a bolt of lightning, which is nothing more than normal.

When Di Juntai saw such a scene, his heart ached.

Can you fight outside if you want to fight?

Who did our Fusang wood provoke?
As guests, uninvited guests are also guests, can you cherish the things of the host's house?
My poor little Mumu.

This knocked off so many leaves.

It hurts so much.

However, the two dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

Afraid of being beaten, this collision hurts just looking at it.

The old man stood there staggeringly, his eyes fixed on the ancestor witches.

After taking a few breaths, he spoke.

"I... I am the Duke of the East, the head of the Great Desolate Male Immortal hand-picked by the Dao Patriarch."

"Er...you wait for Xiaoxiao, how dare you hurt me?"

The ancestral witches didn't take it seriously at all, but Li Hao stood up, put his hand next to his ear, and asked a cooperative question.

"Ah? The head of what?"

Prince Dong rolled his eyes, "The male immortal! The head of the male immortal!"

Li Hao didn't seem to hear clearly, "What is a male fairy?"

"The head of the male immortal! The head of the male immortal! The head of the male immortal!"

The Eastern Prince was furious and said it three times in a row.

Li Hao nodded.

"Oh! The head of the male immortal? Who hand-picked it?"