Chapter 549: Dead sac!

"Now I have to withdraw from the Biyue Palace, but I still have time." Qin Dong stared at the eyes of the first-class monk, and said a word that was not warm.
"Ah?" I don't know if the first-class monk didn't understand Qin Dong's words, or did not understand what Qin Dong said, and he was full of doubts.
"Song Nantong, you have not finished!" The resistance of the second-level monks is really bad. At this time, they can't help but roar.
"Come on, come." Song Nantong turned a little wolf and turned to the second-level monk. When he turned his head again, Qin Dong had loosened his hand and picked up the jug and drank. stand up. [
Song Nantong was suspicious and looked at Qin Dong's eyes. He took the box and flew back to the side of the second-level monk.
The second-level monk couldn’t wait to take the brocade box from Song Nantong’s hand and see the golden chert inside, and the face immediately showed a boring greed.
"Ha ha ha ... got this golden meteorite, the palace owner will certainly be a heavy reward." Finished, the gold meteorite carefully close to collect, directed at the arrogant, Qin Dong, drunken them fiercely, shouted "Song Nantong, killing them all for the Taoist!"
"Ah? Don't!" Song Nantong listened, and the subconscious exclaimed.
The second-level monk’s face was
colorful
, and Song Nantong’s voice
Do you dare not follow my orders?

Song Nantong had a glimpse of his heart, and his forehead involuntarily exuded a fine sweat. He said, "Dao Zun, arrogant and arrogant is also the master of a city. It is a person with considerable status. If you do too much, I am afraid I will give it to us. Bi You Gong is in trouble."
"Fart! When are we afraid of trouble?"
"but……"
"Where is it so much? If you don't do it again, don't blame the Taoist for you to clean up!" This second-level monk does not know how to cultivate today's realm. The temper is so violent, killing the heart is not the general weight, it is really a big luck.
"You are a shit, you don't make sense! Lingshi has already given you, but you still don't care, don't you think we are afraid of you?" Drunk couldn't help but stand up fiercely. A lot of roar, straight to the so-called Tao Zun, the anger of the face flushed.
"I slaughtered you!" Without saying a word, he slammed it directly. Flying in the palm of the sky, only this palm, so that the arrogant such a congenital peak of the master, stunned.
Drunk and mad at the heart, but the hands are unambiguous, condensing the strength of the body, the palms are pushed out, and it is hard to hard.
Qin Dong had a bitter smile and his right hand swayed, and the shadow of the sky that the second-class monk had sacrificed immediately disappeared and disappeared. The drunken palms were pushed to the empty space. Although it was shaken a bit, it was better than being dead under each other.
This drunken realm has just soared, and I don’t know my depth. It’s like a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. Not afraid of the tiger, does not mean that you can really defeat the tiger. Just if the palm of the hand is actually connected, the custody can not eat and walk.
See Qin Dong shot, drunken sitting back to the seat, just watching the play. Just looking at the strong palm of the Tao, and being solved by Qin Dong, he can conclude that the Tao is not enough.
"Or, you can leave here with the Lingshi. It's a pity that you are doing something too hard, and you will cut off the path you should have."
"Where are you from the wild boy? Is it enough to live in front of this Taoist slang?"
"Funny!" The words of Daozun have not yet landed, and Qin Dong burst into a slap.
There is not much spiritual power in the palm of your hand, but the speed is extremely fast. The second-level monk, who claimed to be a Taoist, did not even have a chance to respond. He was slammed into his cheeks, spit out a bite of blood and broken teeth, and snorted and flew out. [
Everything happened too suddenly, even the second-level monks couldn’t react. Song Nantong, drunk, and arrogant were even less responsive.
With only one blink of an eye, Dao Zun was slammed by Qin Dong and flew up to the fan. Before he could wait for his figure to fall, Qin Dong’s body shape was almost instantaneous, and suddenly appeared beside the Taoist’s body. He kicked directly on the ass’s buttocks. The Tao Zun, at this time, suddenly climbed rapidly, and flew to a place several tens of meters high, only to crash down, straight and dusty.
This one foot is enough for the second-level monk to receive it. I didn't expect that the figure was just on the ground and was hit hard. Qin Dong's right foot, with the power of Thunder, angered on his chest, more than a dozen ribs were broken at the same time, blood spurted out like a fountain from the mouth of the Tao, a few feet high.
Silly! Everyone was stupid, and Song Nantong was almost not sitting on the ground.
Riding on his neck on weekdays, the triumphant Dao Zun, in the Bi You Palace, counted as the number one character, repaired to the high, so that he only has to look up. Even when he was dreaming, he did not think that the fascinating Taoist priests had such awkward moments.
The drunkenness is full of excitement and looks at the arrogance. The eyes seem to say "I saw it? This is his real power!"
"You smashed the palace, you said who is the wild boy!?" Qin Dong stepped on the chest of Daozun, and the face was cold and cold, and he asked with a word.
"You...you..." Although the monk's body is strong, he can't help but toss. Dao Zun only felt that the whole body was cracked, and every inch of skin seemed to be on the fire and it was generally painful.
"Answer me!" Qin Dong could not help but say that he stepped on the foot, and the upper body and legs of the Taoist, immediately instinctively tilted upwards.
"I... I killed you!" The pain and humiliation, mad at the torture of the Tao. The eyes were red and full of screams yelling at Qin Dong.
"The things that are stubborn and stubborn!" Qin Dong also lost interest in Tao Zun. His right foot was heavily on the ground, and the earth was shocked. The body shape of the Tao was shocked by the force directly. In the air.
Only this time, he never had the opportunity to fall. The body was turned into a fog in the air, and the bones did not exist.
The box that was collected by him, dropped from the air with a golden box of gold meteorites, was picked up by Qin Dong.
"Dao Zun... Dead?" Song Nantong seems to have been ordered by the "point", the body can not move, only a mouth whispered.
From the beginning to the end, there is no chance for Daozun to even take the shot. The dead one is called a sac. If you don't see it with your own eyes, Song Nantong can't believe it.
"Considering my words, it is only good for you!" Qin Dong walked to Song Nantong's side and gently patted his shoulder, slowly saying a word.