Vol 7 Chapter 83: Containment

Two people from the front of the person. They are the thin old man with a sharp-nosed monkey, but a middle-aged man with ordinary body and ordinary face.
The middle-aged man is the deputy head of Huang Quanmen, Hu Yan Aobo, although the cavemen do not know why he will appear here, but at this time, it is naturally overjoyed.
"Hu Yan brother, stop the kid." He shouted.
In front of the exhaling Aobo slightly, he just saw the streamer in the air, and this came over to see. After all, I did not expect that the person has not yet arrived, and the other party has already started to say hello.
However, he is also not a normal person, and immediately he is now flying towards him.
Ming.
There was a glimmer of ochre in his eyes, and the body of Hu Yan’s proud body was also a ray of light. He wrapped up in the air and rushed straight toward He Yiming.
As for the old man with the sharp-nosed monkey around him, he looked at them with amazement. He simply couldn't figure out why, with the identity of the two five-powered dynasties, why would he deal with a sage in disregard of face? If this matter is passed out, it will ensure that their reputation is greatly damaged.
Looking at the suffocating screaming screaming in front of him, He Yiming’s heart secretly complained.
If there is only one master of this level, he can still find a way to fight against it. But the two people joined forces, and even if he had confidence in himself, he would only have to retreat.
A turning point in the body's abruptness, when the two men had not yet closed, he changed direction and fled again.
This time, he used all the power of feeding, and the wind and rain, the fish body and the chasing body were swept to the extreme at this moment. The whole person was like a lightning bolt. More than ten feet away.
The two people flying in the air are all in the heart. He Yiming’s body is fast, and they are still above their expectations, and with this quick method, I am afraid that it is no slower than how they fly in the high air. It is.
The two of them looked at each other in midair, and immediately followed, the old man on the ground was smashing the number of interest; he smiled and shook his head, his feet gently licking the ground. The land underneath suddenly cracked, and a huge, almost equivalent tiger-sized golden retriever jumped out.
The old man was swaying; he had already sat on the back of the mouse, and then a light shot, the human body was shining, and the mouse was vacated, flying in no way inferior to the two in front. .
He Yiming naturally knows the strength of chasing troops behind him, but he is not afraid.
Pulling in the broken chest placket, the tracker hanging from the neck was suddenly taken out.
Since entering the realm of life and death, he has been unable to keep in touch with one hundred and eight. That place seems to be an independent space, and the effect of the tracker is infinitely close to zero.
However, at this time he has left the life and death world, and naturally there is no longer any concern in this regard.
"Hundred brother, are you there?" Although He Yiming is running as fast as possible, his tone is still extremely flat.
Because there is absolute certainty in his heart, the degree of lightning and white horse lightning can definitely come here in a very short time, as long as they arrive. With the magical ability of one hundred and eight and the power of one's own people, even if you can't kill one opponent, you can't help yourself.
The tracker made a slight hoarse noise, and then the sound of He Yiming’s excitement sounded:
I am.

He Yiming was overjoyed and said: "Hundred brothers, I am in danger. Come and help me."
There was no immediate transmission of the sound inside, but He Yiming did not panic. Because he knows that Hundred and Eight is calculating the position between himself and him in a very unique way.
This is the ability to have only one hundred and eight, even if it is a operator, it is impossible to do this.
After the interest rate, the sound of the hundred and eight sounds again: "With the degree of your running at this moment, I will arrive with the white horse after a time."
"The very good" He Yiming's voice stopped abruptly and immediately became extremely angry: "One. Hour? Hundred brothers, what are you kidding,"
"An hour is already the most conservative estimate, if your degree is faster. Then the time to catch up with you will be extended." One hundred and eight very calmly said.
He Yiming’s nose was almost discouraged.
You are in the forest three hundred miles away. Is it an hour to get here?

"We are not three hundred miles away from the forest."
A very bad premonition rose from He Yiming's heart: "Where are you?"
"We are in Hejiazhuang."
He Yiming is a beggar. Even if he had two chasing soldiers behind him, he almost fell down.
This hundred and eight. I went back to Hejiazhuang with a white horse.
As soon as he thought of the long route from Hejiazhuang, his heart was a bit of bitterness.
It seems that one hundred and eight is right, even if he can fly, even if it is the degree of white horse thunder, but want to catch up with himself, an hour is not necessarily enough.
"Come on." He Yiming said with a sigh of sorrow: "I hope that when you arrive, Lao Tzu still lives."
The murderousness behind him suddenly rose sharply, and a black forked sword appeared ghostly in his heart.
However, He Yiming seemed to have expected it. He put down the tracker in his hand and the five elements went to the vest. The ever-rotating outer wheel lightly spreads this fork sword.
He Yiming's eyes flashed in his eyes, and his mouth muttered: "One hour"
"Wei suddenly got the limit of the brave point. He Ming suddenly stopped. The curtains skyrocketed, turned into a multicolored light, and shrouded the past with the two people in the sky.
At the moment when this colorful light appeared, the last old man who was riding a big mouse suddenly changed his face and exclaimed: "Five lines? He is a pulse of Tianchi?"
The sound of Hu Yan’s arrogant voice came:
Yes, it’s the scent that I don’t know how to live and die. Please help me, please help me to kill this.

There is not much hatred between him and He Yiming, and he also knows deeply what kind of power is behind He Yiming. Therefore, at the beginning, he did not really want to put He Yiming in his death. It is undoubtedly the best choice to kill people by knife.
However, the white old man only said a word to him, let him completely change the Lord.
"Hui Yanmen, Fang Chen is already dead, and he died in He Yiming's hand."
His words suddenly evoked the murder of Hoyen, and it was still the heart of murder.
Riding a big mouse to fly. It is the great saint of the Rats among the totems who recruited Cai Lin. His eyes turned and whispered: "Good."
Three people, a mouse, reached an agreement at this moment.
Faced with the colorful light curtains from the ground to the volume, they sneered and reached out.
The three cold light is like a yacht that has broken the sea, splashing a brilliance of white flowers, and even broke through the five lines of light curtains, and stabbed him.
He Yiming was shocked on the spot. Although his five elements of light curtains are strong, they should be able to resist the attack of a five-dimensional dynasty. However, in the face of the three masters, his The colorful light curtain suddenly became a complete joke.
Seeing that the three rays of light almost smashed at the same time, He Yiming’s mind suddenly became a blank piece. He looked up and his eyes were awkward.
Then, the beautiful multicolored light suddenly dissipated.
He Yiming moved gently with his five-ring ring around him.
The weird thing was born, and his technique didn't seem to be very fast, but every move was quite in place.
His movements are not complicated. Hu Yan Aobo and others can see clearly.
However, no matter how the three of them use the weapon of the gods to attack the air, the final result can only be played on the five elements of the ring, and it is impossible to cause any substantial fight against He Yiming.
The white old man’s eyes were fierce, his fingers flicked, and the lightsaber turned in midair, stabbing him in the vest that looked unguarded by He Yiming. Only this time, the old man’s heart has no longer grasped.
Sure enough, it was a crisp sound. He Yiming's five-line ring came to the vest just right, and that time was clever. Let him not even leave the time to change the Feijian route.
Looking at He Yiming like the same wall, the three top experts have the same thought in mind. How did this guy do it?
Suddenly, the old man’s eyebrows are raised and he said: "The algorithm of God"
He said this sentence. The face of Hu Yan Aobo and Zhao Cailin suddenly changed.
in this world. The only one who claims to be the first in the world is the one.
And whether it is Huang Quanmen. Or the totem family, are absolutely not willing to provoke the famous old guy. Once I think of the old Taoist who has a smile all the year round, they can't help but feel a little cold.
Just, looking at the more skillful He Yiming who used the technique of the gods below, the hearts of the three of them flashed the murderous spirit at the same time.
After looking at it. They made one at the same time. select.
Three people waved at the same time. In the midair, around He Yiming, the three weapons that were looking for an attack actually left at the same time. And it was flying to the high air and hovering down.
He Yiming was relieved for a long time, and his vest had been soaked by cold sweat.
At this point, he has a sense of fear from instinct.
I actually ran into the hands of the three of them without knowing it, and it seemed to be a good deal.
There was a bitter smile in his heart. Just nerves, it’s definitely nerves,
If he is to come again, then he will definitely not choose hard resistance.
I am waiting to turn around and flee. Sudden feelings, martial arts, 乾 圣 圣 造 造 造 造 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 将 求 求 求 求 王 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神 神乾坤 will kill the gods of the gods, the throne of the gods, the lord of the world, the ninth day, the strongest abandonment of the big empire, the royal family, the gods, the night sacred gods, the throne, the sacred priests, the nine heavens, the strongest abandonment, the big Zhou royals, a huge pressure on the top of the head on.
There is no need to observe at all. He Yiming’s face has become extremely ugly. As he shook his body, he plunged under the ground and disappeared instantly.
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