Super Dragon Cultivation System

"Mr. Zhang, our people are hiding in the cave at the foot of the big mountain ahead."

A young man shouted excitedly pointing at a misty Zhaozhao Mountain.

"Mr. Zhang, if you want to go to Dashan, you must pass through a demon tribe.

This demon tribe is composed of a group of stinging pigs, they are very cruel.

It is estimated that the more than one hundred people who escaped to report have already caused their alarm.

I just don't know if they have found a hiding place for the tribe ... "

When young people talk about this, their excitement has become anxious.

After walking for more than ten days, Zhang Xing came to the nearest destination.

"Relax, your people should be fine!"

Zhang Xing comforted.

In the northwest, the stinging pig tribe is only a small force of the demon tribe. They have occupied this mountain for hundreds of years, and the total number has exceeded one million.

A month ago, I didn't know where a group of people came from, stealing (mo) across their territory and running towards Ziyu Mountain.

While sending a demon chase (sha), the stabbing pig conducted a carpet search within the territory.

Not long ago, based on a little clue, they finally found the place where the people's possession (body sh n) was hidden yesterday.

Early this morning, the clan leader personally led the 60,000 thorny pig soldiers toward the distant mountains.

As soon as they left, Zhang Xing arrived.

Left behind in the tribe are a group of descendants of the patriarch.

Among them, the boss Zhu Junjie seems to be the horn (color) of the Crown Prince.

Dad is not here, he is the king of pigs.

Anyway, Dad hasn't been here for long, and it is estimated that he will be back in ten or eight days.

Hurry up and enjoy!

Pig Junjie called a group of horses (fat pi) under her hand, drank fine wine, and looked at the pigs with pigs and piglets dancing.

"Oops! Jumping is so beautiful, look at that fat (shy) body, I like it best!"

Zhu Junjie was flowing with a haraz, his eyes narrowed.

Huh!

At this moment, the closed door was suddenly opened.

A guard rushed in horror lately.

"Jack, do you want to die!"

A jade wine glass slammed into the guard's head.

Pig Junjie stood up in despair (body sh 身 n), pulled out a machete and walked towards the guard.

"Big ... big master ... big things are not good, Zhang Xing (sha sha) is here!"

The guard knelt down and trembled, staring at the machete, trembling.

"Damn, what Zhang Xing is not Zhang Xing, I first (kill sha) you, and then go (kill sha) Zhang Xing!"

Pig Junjie is notorious for being brutal, and killing pig soldiers is common.

His great interest was spoiled. He couldn't calm down without killing a few pigs.

No one can stop him unless it is the presence of his dad.

Huh!

The sword flashed, and the pig soldier's head was cut off.

It's not over yet, and he frantically cut dozens of knives against the body.

laugh! laugh! laugh!

The pig's blood sprayed him all over his face.

That stupid watch (qingqing) coupled with blood, there can be as much terror as there are terrors.

At this time, the hall was silent.

The dancing pig girl and other men were frightened and afraid to move.

call!

Pig Junjie threw a scimitar and moved his neck, showing a very comfortable watch (qing) on ​​his face.

He turned (sh n) back to his seat, picked up a cloth towel and wiped his face.

He wiped, rubbing his hands suddenly, slowly turning his head to look at the confidant on the side.

"Zhang Xing? Is he saying that Zhang Xing (shasha) is here?"

"Yes, Master!"

A confidant whispered.

Snapped!

Zhu Junjie slammed the table, picked up a fruit plate and smashed at the confidant.

"Why not say it earlier!"

Wow!

Wow!

Everything on the table that could be thrown out was thrown on the confidant by his brain.

"Ah! Why not say it earlier! Are you a pig!"