: Section 75

Seventy-fifth
Although the fan monk has already put on a crying expression, and the curse swears to defend himself, it does not work. After all, this is too ridiculous. How can a Jindan monk hit a black iron clock? Therefore, the other three monks have determined that the fan monks did not do their best to save the spirit.
Again and again, people are misunderstood, but he has no power to defend. After all, the facts are placed here, and he said that it is hard to convince. In the eyes of the three untrustworthy, the fan-study was finally angered, and no longer nonsense, directly attacking the big iron clock controlled by Xiaopeng again and again.
In an earth-shattering explosion, the big iron clock was hit again and again, and the black iron on the surface was shattered and burnt like rain. After several times, the appearance of the big iron clock was all beaten down by a thick layer. Less than a million pounds of black iron was destroyed. That's it, it's still not how to make this thing happen.
You must know that Xiaokang’s accumulated iron in these years can be counted in millions, piled up like mountains, all of which are stuck on the exterior of the big iron clock. When the big bronze bell is high, the chubby is outside. Iron is four or five feet thick. It’s really nothing to be beaten now.
And when the fan monk took out the power of breastfeeding, desperately used the land fire thunder to bombard the big iron clock. Xiaopang is very leisurely drinking tea with five rows of fine blisters in his own space. At the same time, he also enjoys eating the eyeless fish with the best heat of jade. At this time, although he was not in danger, he had already lost his wolverines, but he still wore the poor robe that was torn into a piece of cloth, and even the dust on his face did not care. He just wants to bring this look back to the mountain, so that Shi Bo Qing Fengzi knows how hard he is fighting, how cruel the enemy is to him.
Compared to the chubby leisure, the four monks almost suffered from the face. After the fans had slammed the seven or eight guns, they did not need to explain it. The other three monks also saw that he must have done his best. After all, the fire Lei is too valuable, can solve a single shot, who is willing to bomb so many guns? The guns that the fan monk played together have already lost nearly a million Lingshi, enough for him to buy a few good advanced implements, which can definitely be said to be a heavy loss. In this case, he obviously cannot hide what strength.
The red-dressed female monk saw the situation and first surprised: "Master, the situation is wrong? So many guns are going on, don't say it is a broken black iron clock, it is a magic weapon, I am afraid you have to be beaten by you. Alright? How come it doesn't matter?"
"You ask me, who do I ask?" The fan-speaking monk said with annoyance: "It’s time to go, you should always understand that I am not lazy? Not a brother, I don’t contribute, it’s really a big fat man. The iron clock is too strong!"
"What is going on here?" cried the guy riding the Golden Eagle. "Is it unreasonable?"
"There is no doubt that this big clock must be stupid! It's just that we can't guess it for a while!" The monk riding the leopard suddenly turned and asked: "Master, how many fire gods are you?"
"Not much, the last battle was a heavy loss, I have not had time to add, just almost completely clean!" Fans monk distressed.
"Then you still save the province, I see this posture, how can it be so!" The red female monk suddenly said: "Right, you see, the dead fat man has never seen anyone, he will have been Big Brother is dying? Is it just that the gods are flying on it?"
"Definitely not, he is so low in realm, the Yuanshen is weak and pitiful. If the flesh is killed by the fire god, it will certainly not be left." Moreover, the magic weapon attached to the of the innate monk is so blasted. It will also shatter the Yuanshen. And when you look at the clock, the flight is extremely stable, and the speed is very fast. Almost all of them catch up with the low-level flying sword. This is obviously caused by someone’s manipulation, and this manipulator is controlled. God is stable, and the mana is abundant, otherwise it will never happen like this!"
"But what about the dead man?" asked the monk riding the leopard.
"Maybe hidden in the big iron clock!" Fans monk guessed.
"Is it wrong? If that is the case, the roar of the thunder explosion is enough to kill it?" The red-haired female monk said: "Why don't you suffer from a little injury?"
"Maybe he has another treasure body!" The fan of the fan suddenly said: "You can use the thunder in the innate realm, and you can also take out the big iron clock magic weapon that defends such a metamorphosis, and then have a few powerful guards. Body treasures are not surprising!"
"This guy is so many senior babies, it will be sacred, we should not offend the baby grandson of a certain Yuan Ying elder in Xuantian?" The monk riding the Golden Eagle is a little scared~EbookFREE.me ~ Certainly not, if the grandson of Yuanying’s Yuanyuan monk, I don’t know how famous it is, we must have heard of it! "The red dress female monk said: "Moreover, such big men are all doing repairs in the mountains, how can they come to the place where the birds are not squatting?

"Even if it is a child of a big man, we have no retreat! He killed the master's son, and we killed him again. It has already made a big hatred. If he can't kill him today, he will send the news back to Xuantian. If you look at it, then our troubles will be big!"
"But the dead fat man is not seen, we have no way to take his tortoise shell, how can this be good?" The red woman repaired anxiously.
"Everyone goes together, no one is hiding, playing against the clock, I guess he is hiding there! In short, you must force the dead fat out!" The fan of the fan squinted.
"Yes! Master!" The other three monks heard it and immediately looked at it. Then they again took out the Feijian magic weapon and attacked the big iron clock together.
While the fan monk spoke, he also took out a flying sword and shouted, "You, time has passed more than half an hour, we chased him thousands of miles, and this place is only two thousand miles away from Xuantian. Left and right, people who may meet Xuan Tianguan at any time, you know what the consequences are, anyway, waiting for time, give me life!" In the speech room, the fan monk screamed at the big iron clock. past.
The listener fan monk said that the other three monks also rushed their eyes, all took out the strength of breastfeeding, and tried their best to smash the sword light, the Tao, the implement, and shatter it. The posture of the corpse.
www.