Everyone: ???

little one hundred and eight fleshy faces twisted, hands clenched into fists.

"Poof, bang—" A

cloud of gas instantly burst out and met the big ball in the air.

The "boom" big ball was instantly swallowed, rolled by the smelly fart of aura, and continued to collapse towards Zhang San.

Zhang San retreated in shock, and he didn't have time to react at all.

"Bang!" and the whole fart exploded at him.

The gas disperses.

Zhang San's face was smoked black, his hair was fried, he let out a breath, fell backwards, and fainted.

......

The crowd was silent.

This is....

One fart ended the battle?

Little One Hundred and Eight touched his head and smiled blandly.

This method taught by the little junior sister is really useful.

It turned out that if you wanted to use the aura of the Transformation God Period, you only needed to break a fart.

Hehe, then he will eat more turnips in the future and save up the fart.

Qing Jiujiu looked down at his watermelon, and then at his spoon, although there was an enchantment blocking it, but he couldn't help but feel a fart smell in his mind.

She pushed the watermelon aside and stopped eating it.

She jumped down from her senior brother's arms, burrowed into the crowd again, and took Little One Hundred and Seven's hand.

Feng Xuze stood in place, full of annoyance.

How is it possible!

Lao Tzu's mid-stage Avatar actually can't deal with the early stage of the Chiyun Sect's Avatar?

Feng Xuze waved his big hand and shouted at Mo Ye.

"No, this one doesn't count, your Chiyun Sect's yin player, actually make this stinky boy come, what kind of gas bomb, is it possible that when the time comes, the sect will also let this stinky boy go up and put a big stinky

fart?" "Your apprentice can't even take a fart, if my apprentice really does it, he can take it?" Mo Ye raised his eyebrows, his expression was indifferent, but he was full of coercion.

Man Tian followed with mockery.

"That is, how powerful your own apprentices are, as soon as you make a move, you can't take a fart in the early stage of Transformation God, Feng Xuze These apprentices are the same as you, very empty." Feng

Xuze was angry.

No, Lao Tzu's spies will definitely not go wrong.

This Chiyun Sect will definitely not have other Avatar God cultivators.

This time, Lao Tzu was determined to regain the position of the sect master of the Chiyun Sect, and he came over in such a battle, and he had not played two rounds, and he went back so grayly, wouldn't he lose his lord?

The sect scored nine rounds, I brought nine disciples, I don't say nine rounds, three rounds is at least wanted, right?"

Everyone in the Chiyun Sect became nervous again.

No one has this cultivation that is one hundred and eight years younger.

Otherwise, the junior sisters will

instantly give birth to a sense of defeat.

The cultivation of the little junior sister and the little one hundred and eight actually surpassed them!

When this matter is over, they must retreat and improve their strength as soon as possible.

Mo Ye did not speak.

Feng Xuze opened his mouth again and mocked.

"What's wrong? Don't you dare? Hahaha... That farting smelly boy shouldn't be your Chiyun Sect's trump card?"

"Biu~

" "Bang!"

A parabola, a figure flew out, smashed on the ground, and smashed the ground out of a big hole.

Looking at the ten-year-old child, he patted the dust on his body and crawled out of the pit.

His eyes were clear and shrewd.

This is one hundred and seven years younger, although he looks only ten years old, his spiritual root is extremely high, and he has already cultivated to the golden pill stage.

At this time, he carried his back with one hand and looked up at Feng Xuze.

I am the third youngest disciple of Lingyunfeng, my senior brother and they are very powerful, as soon as they make a move, these apprentices of yours are afraid that they will be killed, so let me come!"

"However, first of all, I am higher than my junior brother's ability, you must at least send a Transformation God peak, otherwise in the early stage of Transformation God, I will also be killed." At

this time, the corners of his mouth hooked, his chin was raised, and his face was full of contempt.

Arrogant! It is extremely arrogant

! Even more arrogant than Feng Xuze who provoked just now!

Everyone sighed, this face... Isn't it exactly the same as just now Xiao One Hundred and Eighty?

Feng Xuze was messy in the wind.

How about another one?

Are the disciples of the Chiyun Sect really all Avatar Gods?

It must be the Chiyun Sect's scheme.

Yes, this is a horse race, first send a second most powerful deterrent, and then send the most powerful suppression.

In fact, this was already the last trump card of the Chiyun Sect.

As long as his disciple carried it, the Chiyun Sect couldn't stand it!

Feng Xuze took a deep breath and snorted coldly.

Li Si, come here, beat this stinky boy to Lao Tzu to death, no mercy!"

That Li Si is indeed the peak of the Transformation God.

However, with the performance of Xiao One Hundred and Eight, they were not worried about it before.

It's just a lot of doubts, and the little one hundred and eight gods will be settled.

Not

to mention that Feng Xuze is messy in the wind, even they are messy in the wind.

Qing Jiujiu didn't know when it was back.

Grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the arms of the senior brother, and 'clicked, clicked'.

All the senior brothers instantly bowed their heads.

Qi brushed his eyes and looked at Qing Jiujiu.

Could it be....

No, no, it's impossible, even if the little junior sister becomes powerful herself, how can it be possible to make the two junior brothers more powerful?

Over there, Mo Ye also narrowed his eyes and glanced thoughtfully at Qing Jiujiu.

Qing Jiujiu's self-conscious melon seeds, fleshy little face, revealing indisputability and innocence.

Mo Ye immediately withdrew his gaze and looked down at Feng Xuze.

"It's okay, but I have to say it first, is this the last game?" "

Of course not, say three games, it's three games, not one less!" said Feng Xuze with a wave of his hand.

"You just don't obey the Buddha-figure as the sect master, how about the last one, let's compare?"

said Mo Ye coldly.

Feng Xuze's eyes flowed.

It seems that it is feasible! Hmph! Even if Mo Ye is powerful, he can't already refine it.

And I still have the magic weapon in hand, can I be afraid of him?

At that time, I will be in front of this seventy-two peaks of the Chiyun Sect.

Beat Mo Ye to death, step on his white clothes all over the footprints, make him ugly and lose face!

Thinking of this, Feng Xuze only felt extremely refreshed, and his chin lifted.

"Okay, the last game, just the two of us. "

See here.

Qing Jiujiu, who was kowtowing with melon seeds, couldn't help but shake his head.

Then looked at Feng Xuze sympathetically for a second.

Mo Ye waved his sleeves, and the enchantment that shrouded Little One Hundred and Eight and Zhang San dispersed.

In an instant, the smell of farts scattered, and those who were close jumped away in an instant.

Mo Ye's face turned pale, his back stiffened, and with a wave of his backhand, he covered Xiao One Hundred and Eight and Zhang San again.

Carelessly, let's change the place and let Li Si compare with Xiao One Hundred and Seven.

He waved his backhand again and circled the field in another corner.

Little One Hundred and Seven and Li Si walked in.

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