Chapter 280: Hell drum

Ghost king?
Everyone is known for being inexplicably tight.
But when I saw Wu Wange, the yin gas was mixed in the torrential rain, and the coldness came from all directions.
The original sweltering rainstorm, like an instant into the cold winter, is not infiltrating.
"Ah ha ha!"
"Haha!"
In the heavy rain, a burst of arrogant laughter overshadowed the ears of the people.
But listening to this voice is like a ghost, no trace, it sounds extremely harsh, like an awl, a painful heart.
what!
My head hurts!
Where is the strange noise?
The guests suddenly covered their ears with both hands, and they were miserable.
Haha!
Haha!
The strange sound is getting more and more urgent!
puff!
Many wealthy businessmen with big heads and big ears are depressed, and suddenly they vomit blood, and they fall on the ground and roll.
"Mr. Xiao, you think that Qin Hou has a lot of people, you can turn the situation, it is too small to see my clock."
"Today let you see, the clock is really not what you can provoke."
Zhong Mei Qiao face a cold, Sen Ranjiao smiled.
"That is, there is Mr. Huo sitting in the town, Qin Hou will die."
"You are waiting to get him a corpse."
Zhong Yue and others have joined.
"Sit on the right to support the clock family, you can be safe!"
Zhong Mei is cold and cold.
Suddenly, the wealthy businessmen ran back to the right, and left only a few people, including Liao Dajun, Liao Heng and his son, and Xiao Changsheng.
"How about that, I believe that Mr. Qin Hou will be a big winner."
Xiao Changsheng coughed up a bite of blood, and it was not good.
He decided to put his political future and the future of the people of Xizhou on the Qin dynasty side.
Now Qin Lan lost, he immediately went back to resign and left, leaving the right and wrong place!
"Awesome magical sound!"
Zhang Daling's face was blue and green, and his breath was rushing.
"Drums come!"
The Qin dynasty is calm and self-satisfied.
The opponent's suffocating continually, the soul sounds endless, apparently has entered the martial arts master.
Zhang Daling picked up the gongs and drums from the ground and dropped a large drum and drumsticks. He bent over and put the drum on his back and stood under the steps.
"Look at the drums!"
Qin Xiaoran smiled, and his hands were swaying, and Zhang was beaten with a degree of relaxation.
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
The drum sounds!
The rhythm is not fast, and the vast sound is like a drum from the ancient battlefield, full of shocking power.
Everyone suddenly feels like being in the vast earth, the originally suppressed atmosphere, and suddenly relaxed.
"Haha, haha!"
In the dark, the more urgent the person who claimed to be the ghost king seemed to be impatient, and eager to suppress the Qin dynasty.
"The sound of the ecstasy of the district, and dare to resist the prince, see me breaking your Dafa!"
Qin Xiaolang smiled and the drums on his hands became more and more urgent.
It is like a warrior who is going out, with a sigh of enthusiasm, welcoming thousands of horses and horses, not afraid of life and death.
Everyone listens, all the blood is arrogant, and the hair is standing, one by one is like returning to the world of pleasure and enmity, intoxicating and unable to extricate themselves.
The harsh noise and drums and laughter in the thunderstorm are intertwined!
broken!
Suddenly, Qin Lan shouted, and the two tyrants slammed into the drumhead.
Drums, sound break!
There is only a whistling sound of thunder and storm in the sky.
The crowd found out that they stood neatly in a row, solemn, like soldiers who went out.
"Several people in the world dare to call, Qin Hou, young heroes, and sure enough."
With a long laugh, a black sedan flew in from the gate and steadily stopped in the air.
This?
Everyone was amazed, and when they were frightened, they could not believe their eyes.
"You are not too shameful to sculpt a little skill?"
Qin Lan took the hand on the steps and smiled lightly.
"Haha!"
"The kid has a bit of skill!"
"Show it out."
The man in the car made a dry voice.
Suddenly a few sinister ghosts suddenly appeared.
Everyone suddenly realized that it was not the sedan chair that would fly, but the ghost ghost to lift the sedan.
"Merce and the family of Zhong Jia, welcome the Ghost King Master."
Zhong Mei did not dare to care about it. He quickly introduced people to the sedan chair and respectfully worshipped.
"Okay,
"You just made it a drum?"
Huo Wuxin coughed a little, calming the blood of the chest, flying from the top of the car, the vague slowly stepped forward to the front of the Qin dynasty, overlooking the road half a meter high.
"Yes!"
"Your old man is a little bit of eyesight. If you know that it is a drum, can you tell me how many?"
Qin Lan walked back and walked, and asked calmly.
"How many sets of drums do you have?"
Huo Wuxin originally wanted to show off his old qualifications, and he never wanted to be deprived by Qin.
Ghosts have an ancestor, and they are in the midst of hell. They have been through the ancient battlefield.
The ghost ancestors left the drums genealogy, so Huo Wuxin slightly knows one or two.
But if you ask a few sets, he can't say it.
"I don't understand, let Laozi teach you rules."
"The Hell Wars has a set of nine hundred and eighty. I just used the third set of the nine products. The first set of 18 prisons, the second set of prison ghosts, and the third set of ghosts.

Qin Lan took the lead with pride.
"Ghost handsome?"
"Oh, you are going to swindle the old man."
"Ghosts are in the same place with the heavens and the earth, but they are the peers of the world's peers." EbookFREE.me~ It is my family's ghost ancestor who is just the centurion of the district. Do you dare to climb up with the ghosts?"
Huo Wu did not wave his hand, disdain sneer.
"You old, I don't know, don't talk."
Qin Lan untied the button of the Chinese tunic suit, took off his coat, and revealed the white shirt inside, and he looked relaxed.
"There are all the tricks that have come out, and all of Ben’s orders are received."
Qin Lan threw the coat off, sat down at the wine table, took a tea and took a sip.
At the moment of drinking tea, he flexed his fingers and took a pill.
Just fighting with Huo’s innocence, from the point of view of cultivation, he is down.
Of course, this is also the ordinary drum can not play the full effect of the drum drum rhythm.
If it is a drum, it can be shocking, and it is said that knocking out the temperament, that is, just a hammer, you can break the ecstasy of the old child.
"Kid, the tone is very mad, you kill me Dong Kaishan, and destroy me Gejiazhuang. Today, just use your head and give them a sacrifice."
Huo Wuxin is a generation of lords, and he rarely plays against others. He has only been busy with double repairs and retreats all the year round, collecting instruments and medicinal herbs.
He did not put Qin Xiao in his eyes, so he wanted to shock Qin Yu through the ecstasy.
As expected, although Qin Xiao is young, he is well versed in the hell.
This fight, Huo Wuxin also suffered internal injuries, the two were considered to be a seven seven eight eight.
Today, seeing Qin Hao is not small, and so calm, his heart is even more fearful.
"Hundreds of ghosts, now!"
Huo’s heartless drink.
Surrounded by yin, the 100 ancient wars are now, the blood is red and murderous.
Everyone suddenly stayed in the Shura Ling field, and they were all stunned, and the atmosphere did not dare to take a breath.
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