Immortal Martial God Chapter 1552: Mouth face
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A sound of chewing human bones floated over again.
"Asshole!" The goatee roared at the distant jungle: "Why don't you kill us all at once!"
Xiang Nan took a sip of wine and said: "Because it likes to eat fresh."
Goatee held a fist to Xiang Nan and pleaded: "Senior, I know I was wrong. I don't dare to be greedy anymore. Please help us."
Xiang Nan sighed and said: "I often help others, but I didn't end up very well several times."
"But...nothing, we met by the water, but if I want to watch you being killed, I can't bear it."
Speaking, Xiang Nan picked up a small stone and held it in his hand, but didn't immediately make it.
After a few seconds, he suddenly shot the pebbles to the south east, six meters above the ground.
The goatee and his party hurriedly chopped out the sword lights, but their number has decayed to twenty-six, and the power of the combined sword lights has declined.
The fierce beast hit the sword light accurately, but this time it was not shot out, but pushed out.
The goatee was frightened and angry. He was annoyed and shouted at Xiang Nan: "Since you want to help, why don't you just help us kill this beast!"
Xiang Nan laughed at himself, holding the wine jar to drink, and ignored them.
The goat said angrily: "You obviously wanted to wait for us to die, so you can search to see if there is a holy spirit stone in our ring!"
At this time, in the distant sky, on a treetop that was bent over, there was an ethereal voice of a man.
"Little brother, I think you really helped the wrong person. These people are not worthy of your rescue. Instead of grateful to you, they slander you with a rake."
In the voice of the words, on the top of the stooped bushes, a group of women wearing red dresses flew up, with long pink long thick in their hands, and the silk was spread in the air. the way.
Behind these women, there is a handsome man with a folding fan, walking on the long thick.
He landed lightly, opened the folding fan with a snap, and smiled at Xiang Nan: "If I were you, I couldn't help but get angry, and I would kill these white-eyed wolves by myself."
The realm of this man is not very high, only Wu Sheng Yizhong, but the strength is very strong, and the goatee group of warriors can't compare.
Xiang Nan only nodded to the beautiful man, and continued drinking.
"What did you say!" The goatee stared at the beautiful man violently.
"Palm mouth!" The beautiful man slapped his hand and fanned the goatee directly at a distance of 30 meters.
When the goatee got up, his face was shocked, and he didn't dare to say a word.
The beautiful man smiled at Xiang Nan and said: "See? These people are so virtuous. You kindly helped them, but they became more dissatisfied. They got a bowl of rice and wanted a pot of soup. "
"If you give them a pot of soup and they want a table of dishes, you give them a table of dishes, and he may still want your heart."
"Such people, if you hit them directly, they will treat you respectfully, and they want to kneel down and lick the soil on your shoes."
At this moment, the fierce beast attacked again.
I saw that beautiful man smiled, suddenly raised his right hand, and then snapped.
Om!
A hemispherical mask suddenly covered the fierce beast inside.
The fierce beast smashed left and right, and the hitting mask buzzed, but it couldn't get out.
At this time, everyone could see clearly that the fierce beast was like a large grasshopper, with a very handsome figure and two pairs of transparent wings growing behind it.
The goatee and his group paled with fright. They are all three Wushengs, but they can do nothing about the fierce beast.
And this Wu Sheng Yizhong man, with his hands and feet, subdued the Shenwu eighth fierce beast.
"Admire, admire." Xiang Nan nodded to the American man.
The beautiful man covered his mouth and smiled: "Why do you admire it straight? What about the more powerful Martial Saint beetle that you hold in your arms, not to mention that there are 14 such beetles in your back pocket. "
"Fourteen... fifteen martial sacred beetles in total?" The goatee was so scared that he sat on the ground, shaking all over.
The beautiful man said nonchalantly to the goat: "Did you see it? If this little brother really wants to kill you, he still uses his turn to get the beast to do it?"
Xiang Nan smiled, still drinking.
The beautiful man said to Xiang Nan: "It is known that among the ancients of the human race, the chivalry prevails, but that only exists in the beautiful legend, and really few people are fortunate to see it."
"My Beiming Demon Race admires the chivalrous wind very much, and try to contact humans with infinite longing, but in exchange, it is disappointment again and again."
"Our feelings for humans, from longing, yearning, to seeing through, disappointed, and finally turned into contempt and ridicule."
Xiang Nan was silent.
The beautiful man pointed to Xiang Nandao: "But I saw this ancient style in my little brother, what is it called?"
A beautiful woman whispered in the ear of the man: "Virtue."
"Yes, right! Virtue!" The beautiful man snapped the fan in his hand and said: "It's Virtue!"
"Little brother, I smell your wine but it's not very delicious, can you enjoy your face, how about drinking my jar?"
Speaking, the beautiful man threw Xiang Nan a wine jar.
Xiang Nan caught it with one hand, raising his neck to a big mouthful, and praised: "Good wine! Strong enough!"
The beautiful man's eyes lit up and he said happily: "Brothers love to drink, that's the best."
He held a fist and bowed to Xiang Nan: "I love my brother's character very much. I don't know whether to appreciate my face or not, come to our city for a gathering."
The demon race and the human race have been bound for many years, and their feelings are also very complicated.
In the beginning, all the monsters who had never seen the human race learned about the human race from ancient documents. They were fascinated and longing for the chivalrous style of mankind, and they always dreamed of such a group in the world. A warrior in white clothes like snow, coming and going like wind.
These people share the same daring, morality and justice are more important than life, and reputation is more important than freedom.
It’s just that only humans know what they are like.
Those demon races full of longing, adhering to a pilgrimage-like mood, go to contact humans, but because of this, they discover all kinds of ugly faces of humans.
After the initial dream was shattered, it was replaced by the anger of loss and backwardness.
The Chen Hengjun Xiang Nan encountered in the Western Regions was such a monster, but he was slightly different. Although he had completely destroyed his yearning for mankind, he was willing to be such a person himself.
He is the proud man who carried the wine jar to Feiyun Temple and dedicated himself to death, just to make an appointment.
Xiang Nan didn't expect that in such a place, he would encounter a guild of the monster clan, but after hearing that the monster clan reported his family, he knew that they were not from the world of the six emperors.
The Beiming Demon Race is a relatively unfamiliar branch of the Demon Race. I don't know which plane it comes from.
At this time, Xiang Nan's progress in absorbing the beetle is only the last hour left.
Before Xiang Nan answered, there was a faint sound of flute in the distant jungle.
The sound of the flute suddenly became loud and sharp, and then it turned softly. The high-pitched sound was like a buzzing arrow rushing into the sky, and the low-turning place was like a small fish diving into a mire.
But more often, the sound of this flute is light and lingering, like a lark jumping around.
The person who plays the flute doesn't have a very eye-catching way to play, he is here.
In the fallen leaves in the dense forest, only his footsteps rustled.
The beautiful man and the group of enchanting women were immediately immersed in the wonderful sound of the flute. The beautiful man even couldn't help slapped his palms without permission, subconsciously pacing. But when the footsteps approached, the sound of the flute suddenly changed.