Chapter 397
An hour later, three teams appeared at the same time, more than 300 miles away. Yi Heng looked at each other with a trace of fear in their eyes, and immediately got up and began to flee.
But later found that the three teams met at the same time, it seems that they are confident enough in their own strength, and immediately take the initiative.
For a while, the scuffle began and never stopped.
If the strength difference is not big, how can we end the fight in an instant?
Therefore, until they flew 500 miles away, from the eyes of the Maomaoying who stayed in the high altitude there, they still found that the three sides were fighting incessantly.
The yellow sand is flying, the Gobi collapses, and the blood and rain are scattered in disorder. At the same time, I feel a little excited at the same time.
This is what the cultivation of immortals should look like.
Ten days later, in the long yellow sand and dust, three extremely embarrassed figures appeared. At first, a man's blue Taoist clothes had been rotten into rags. At this time, he was almost naked.
The broken cloth showed a strong muscle, but it was obvious that there were scars and blood stains everywhere on the muscle.
But such a situation also failed to let his face show a trace of pain, as if very enjoy the general, resolute face with a faint smile.
It's just that the fat man on his left side keeps humming and hawing, which offsets a lot of the atmosphere he creates to move forward bravely.
The fat man was only left with cloth. Large pieces of fat were squeezed out of the rags. With a little movement, the fat meat shook up and down, and the sound of "Chucha" was heard. The cloth strip was torn more and more.
It's no wonder that the fat man hemmed and hawed. There was a big hole in his right rib that kept pouring out blood. It was difficult for his right hand to cover the hole. Fortunately, the fat man had too much fat. The big hole only passed through the fat meat and didn't hurt his internal organs.
But a fat man may be able to bear such pain, but he can't bear the pain of cutting off a piece of fat. It's made of shining spirit stones.
The friar in grey on the right side didn't say anything, but his face was even more pale. His hands were folded in his waist. The sleeves that covered his hands before had been all broken.
But the habit of his hands retracted into his sleeves, even if there were no sleeves at this time, he did not change this habit.
It's just the white hands that make any nun envy.
These three people are Yi Heng.
Since that day, I was still wondering why other monks didn't come here, but they were rebuffed by the fat man, to the effect that there are so many Gobi mountains in this secret place, and no one is normal.
Three people naturally want to be in a cave, Yi Heng will jump up and fly to an unimportant cave in the middle.
Naturally, the two were on the front and the back.
But later found that the three teams met at the same time, it seems that they are confident enough in their own strength, and immediately take the initiative.
For a while, the scuffle began and never stopped.
If the strength difference is not big, how can we end the fight in an instant?
Therefore, until they flew 500 miles away, from the eyes of the Maomaoying who stayed in the high altitude there, they still found that the three sides were fighting incessantly.
The yellow sand is flying, the Gobi collapses, and the blood and rain are scattered in disorder. At the same time, I feel a little excited at the same time.
This is what the cultivation of immortals should look like.
Ten days later, in the long yellow sand and dust, three extremely embarrassed figures appeared. At first, a man's blue Taoist clothes had been rotten into rags. At this time, he was almost naked.
The broken cloth showed a strong muscle, but it was obvious that there were scars and blood stains everywhere on the muscle.
But such a situation also failed to let his face show a trace of pain, as if very enjoy the general, resolute face with a faint smile.
It's just that the fat man on his left side keeps humming and hawing, which offsets a lot of the atmosphere he creates to move forward bravely.
The fat man was only left with cloth. Large pieces of fat were squeezed out of the rags. With a little movement, the fat meat shook up and down, and the sound of "Chucha" was heard. The cloth strip was torn more and more.
It's no wonder that the fat man hemmed and hawed. There was a big hole in his right rib that kept pouring out blood. It was difficult for his right hand to cover the hole. Fortunately, the fat man had too much fat. The big hole only passed through the fat meat and didn't hurt his internal organs.
But a fat man may be able to bear such pain, but he can't bear the pain of cutting off a piece of fat. It's made of shining spirit stones.
The friar in grey on the right side didn't say anything, but his face was even more pale. His hands were folded in his waist. The sleeves that covered his hands before had been all broken.
But the habit of his hands retracted into his sleeves, even if there were no sleeves at this time, he did not change this habit.
It's just the white hands that make any nun envy.
These three people are Yi Heng.
Since that day, I was still wondering why other monks didn't come here, but they were rebuffed by the fat man, to the effect that there are so many Gobi mountains in this secret place, and no one is normal.
Three people naturally want to be in a cave, Yi Heng will jump up and fly to an unimportant cave in the middle.
Naturally, the two were on the front and the back.
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