Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 1706: Special opening method
It's quiet around here.
Wang Zhong did not appear.
Lin Beichen was taken aback.
"Brother Wang?"
He hurriedly urged.
No response.
"Uncle Wang?"
He urged again.
Still no response.
The air is quiet.
"Ah this..."
Lin Beichen was a little dumbfounded.
Isn't the script already written?
Why did Wang Zhong refuse to obey the call.
"Pretending to be a ghost."
Emperor Yin was a little apprehensive at first, but when he saw this scene, he sneered, his whole body glowing with silver light, and he was about to strike.
Lin Beichen looked left and right: "Papa Wang?"
Daddy loves me again.
If you don't come out again, I will really die.
The handsome man you love like a son is about to die.
But Wang Zhong remained silent.
Lin Beichen was completely impatient: "Wang Zhong, you **** bastard, where did you die, get out of here..."
The voice did not fall.
"Ah, young master, the old slave is here."
With a familiar obscene voice, a space ripple flickered.
The short, fat and fair middle-aged figure finally broke through the barrier of reincarnation and appeared beside Lin Beichen.
"Why did you come here?"
Lin Beichen said angrily: "Didn't you say that as soon as I open my mouth, you will show up?"
Wang Zhong looked aggrieved: "Master, you used to call someone a dog. This old slave is used to it, but suddenly changed the address. I didn't realize it for a while, and thought you were calling someone else."
Lin Beichen: "..."
Is this **** okay?
He almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
It turned out to be a wrong spell.
When Emperor Yin saw Wang Zhong, a strange vigilance subconsciously rose in his heart.
But looking at this person's mediocre appearance, weak breath, and a groveling look, he doesn't seem to be some great strong man, so he couldn't help but startled slightly, and then sneered.
He has a sense of the absurd.
That's it?
This is Lin Beichen's hole card?
Emperor Yin was too lazy to talk nonsense, the silver light surged on the palm of his hand, and the power of the secret righteousness surged.
Seeing this, Lin Beichen immediately pulled back and said loudly, "Brother Wang, come on, get him."
Wang Zhong didn't move.
Lin Beichen suddenly woke up.
Not true.
The opening method is incorrect.
Crack.
Lin Beichen slapped Wang Zhong on the neck directly, and said: "Dog, come on, kill him."
"That's it."
Wang Zhong rolled up his sleeves, took a few steps forward, and smiled disdainfully at Emperor Yin: "Boy, is the Emperor's Prestige Realm amazing? Believe it or not, I will let you kneel on the ground in the next moment, Please don't..."
Boom.
Silver light surges.
Emperor Yin shot directly.
It was the palm of countless emperors who instantly defeated them.
The silver light is not very bright, nor does it have frightening energy fluctuations.
But all along, no one can stop his palm.
There is no one who can resist for a moment.
Lin Beichen's heart hung in his throat for an instant.
Wang Jingze...
Bah.
Whether or not Wang Zujing can raise his sword is up to the question.
At this moment, Wang Zhong finally made a move.
Plop.
His posture is very rare, as expected of a strong man in the ancestral realm, he can see that he is magnifying his moves. This kind of posture of kneeling on the ground and supporting the ground with both hands cannot be imitated by others, especially the hunched body, slowly Tilt down...
Huh?
Wait.
Lin Beichen suddenly realized that he was kneeling?
Kowtow?
Damn it.
Kneeling before hitting?
Lin Beichen's heart turned cold instantly.
Wait.
Something seems wrong.
Why is it that Emperor Yin shot so fast, but Wang Zhong was able to complete the action of kneeling without haste?
And in my mind, why can I still think so much during the time when Emperor Yin made his move?
He looked up.
Just listen to the ancient and desolate voice, resounding between heaven and earth.
"The emperor of the underworld kowtows, the gods are on their way."
Wang Zhong sang loudly.
It seems that the filial son at the funeral is sending his ancestors on the road.
An indescribable aura of loneliness and death, the moment Wang Zhong kowtowed, appeared in front of him like a hurricane in the ocean, and swept out, filling half of the space in the desperate situation of reincarnation.
Poof.
The silver light shot by Emperor Yin instantly shattered and dissipated like a fart in front of this force.
At the same time, the silver light on his body dissipated instantly, revealing his true colors.
Lin Beichen: "???"
What is this?
Small Yindi's invincible blow?
If Wang Zhong kowtowed so hard... Lin Beichen suddenly remembered that this **** had kowtowed himself more than once before.
Mom.
Swinging wildly on the death line every time?
Be careful in the future.
At the same time, Lin Beichen was also surprised by Emperor Yin's true face—it was a dwarf with dark red skin, half of his face was like suet white jade, his eyes and nose were perfect, and the other half was wriggling Red sarcoma replaced it, hideous and ugly, making people sick.
Damn it.
So ugly?
Do you still want to marry Chen Chen?
Lin Beichen suddenly became furious.
"Old Wang, don't stop, keep hitting...knock him to death."
Lin Beichen urged.
Wang Zhong stood up with a smile on his face, and said, "Young Master, there is no need, he is already dead."
"Huh?"
Lin Beichen looked at the ugly guy opposite.
Oh, do you have the baby Mengxi you bought?
No, you are not Fist of the Big Dipper, and that ugly guy opposite is still panting?
"Ah, ah, ah, ah..."
Emperor Yin covered his face and screamed, like a lady whose skirt was lifted in public, frantic and broke down: "I will kill you, kill you, kill, kill! You..."
The voice did not fall.
Poof.
This Emperor Senior Realm powerhouse exploded like a fart.
Just like that, it disappeared into the air like a bubble, leaving no bones, body and spirit.
Lin Beichen was shocked.
Really dead.
Killed to death by Papa Wang?
Lin Beichen was shocked, and went over immediately, helped Wang Zhong up, and helped him pat the dirt on his knees, while saying: "It's cold on the ground, be careful about your knees..."
Wang Zhong thumped his waist and said: "Oh, I'm old, I only knocked once, and my waist hurts a bit. In the past, this old slave knocked hundreds or even thousands of times in one breath, and it didn't take much effort."
Lin Beichen's eyelids twitched wildly.
Hundreds or thousands?
Who can stand up to your knocking.
Is the underworld emperor's unique skill so wonderful?
"Young Master, I'm going to step back first."
Wang Zhongdao: "People outside are still waiting for the results of the competition..."
After speaking, the body shape slowly faded away, like ink and wash blending into a clear spring, gradually disappearing.
Lin Beichen patted his chest to take a breath.
"Yeah."
He raised his arms excitedly.
Old Wang, it's easy to use.
This little black room of mine closes the door and releases Lao Wang's unique skill, so I won't be afraid of anyone in a one-on-one fight in the future.
Is the position of son-in-law not in my pocket?
Satisfied with his ambition, he withdrew the secret art of reincarnation.
…
…
Wow.
It seems to be a ripple.
In the midst of thousands of expectations, Lin Beichen reappeared in the arena of the Tower of Fighting.
He was dressed in white, with white hair and a handsome face like a monster. He stood there with his hands behind his back, slightly raised his head and looked at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.
The agitation of true energy produced wind, which floated his long snow-white hair.
It seems like snow is falling.
Looks like snow is burning.
Shao Bao.
This scene, like a heavy hammer, smashed the pupils of countless ladies and knocked them into a coma.
Then a big question mark appeared in the minds of tens of millions of spectators—
So, the battle is over, who wins?
This is, Lin Beichen lost no time in turning on the external playback of NetEase Cloud Music.
"Invincible, how...how lonely."
BGM sounds.
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