Chapter: 3599
Young, looks like a teenager!
But no one knew his age, and his voice sounded like an old man.
"What a terrifying fist."
He spat out the blood in his mouth, took a few deep breaths, and coughed violently, never expecting that he would be injured one day.
Moreover, he was injured by young people like Jiang Ning.
In his mind, it was still playing back. Jiang Ning's extreme boxing moves just now, every move and every style, made his eyes tremble.
"I didn't expect that we all underestimated this boxing technique."
Mr. Lang's eyes are as deep as stars, making it impossible to see what is going on in his heart.
He adjusted for a while before he could stand still.
If those old friends saw it, they would probably laugh out loud!
After a while, he recovered and walked away.
Within the entire mountain gate, there are many sects, but they are spread widely and far apart.
From east to west, there is a stretch of mountains, and there is a river from south to north. The place where the mountains and the river meet is the lowest point of the entire terrain. On the whole, it looks like a bowl.
On both sides of the mountain range, various sects are scattered around.
Nowadays, the closer the place is to the northern border, the fewer people there are. Several sects that once stood in the northern border have long since disappeared, and there is no one left.
The further north, the misty gray mist exudes a chilling atmosphere.
It seems to come from hell, cold and lifeless, no grass grows wherever it goes!
This desolate appearance is frightening to see, and no one dares to approach it at all.
Da da?
With the sound of slight footsteps, Mr. Lang walked to the boundary of the gray substance, squinted his eyes and looked around, looking lifeless, and there was no one in sight.
He had no expression on his face, he didn't pay attention to the gray mist that other people were talking about, and he stepped directly into it.
The fog was so heavy and gloomy that it seemed to cover the whole world.
Mr. Lang ignored it, the fog did not melt people directly and disappear from this world as Luo Long and the others said, but there was some dew on Mr. Lang's shoulders.
He walked, and the fog couldn't block his sight.
In the misty fog, Mr. Lang could not be seen, only the slight but rhythmic footsteps could be heard step by step.
soon.
The fog in front of Mr. Lang became thinner and thinner, and his vision gradually widened.
What appeared in front of my eyes was a lake surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the opening was a plain. The mist continuously evaporated from the surface of the lake and diffused in all directions.
By the lake, there is a small house built of wood. Just by looking at the traces of moss on it, you can tell that this wooden house has been around for a long time.
Still expressionless, Mr. Lang walked towards the room, pushed the door open and entered. JrNovels.com
But no one knew his age, and his voice sounded like an old man.
"What a terrifying fist."
He spat out the blood in his mouth, took a few deep breaths, and coughed violently, never expecting that he would be injured one day.
Moreover, he was injured by young people like Jiang Ning.
In his mind, it was still playing back. Jiang Ning's extreme boxing moves just now, every move and every style, made his eyes tremble.
"I didn't expect that we all underestimated this boxing technique."
Mr. Lang's eyes are as deep as stars, making it impossible to see what is going on in his heart.
He adjusted for a while before he could stand still.
If those old friends saw it, they would probably laugh out loud!
After a while, he recovered and walked away.
Within the entire mountain gate, there are many sects, but they are spread widely and far apart.
From east to west, there is a stretch of mountains, and there is a river from south to north. The place where the mountains and the river meet is the lowest point of the entire terrain. On the whole, it looks like a bowl.
On both sides of the mountain range, various sects are scattered around.
Nowadays, the closer the place is to the northern border, the fewer people there are. Several sects that once stood in the northern border have long since disappeared, and there is no one left.
The further north, the misty gray mist exudes a chilling atmosphere.
It seems to come from hell, cold and lifeless, no grass grows wherever it goes!
This desolate appearance is frightening to see, and no one dares to approach it at all.
Da da?
With the sound of slight footsteps, Mr. Lang walked to the boundary of the gray substance, squinted his eyes and looked around, looking lifeless, and there was no one in sight.
He had no expression on his face, he didn't pay attention to the gray mist that other people were talking about, and he stepped directly into it.
The fog was so heavy and gloomy that it seemed to cover the whole world.
Mr. Lang ignored it, the fog did not melt people directly and disappear from this world as Luo Long and the others said, but there was some dew on Mr. Lang's shoulders.
He walked, and the fog couldn't block his sight.
In the misty fog, Mr. Lang could not be seen, only the slight but rhythmic footsteps could be heard step by step.
soon.
The fog in front of Mr. Lang became thinner and thinner, and his vision gradually widened.
What appeared in front of my eyes was a lake surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the opening was a plain. The mist continuously evaporated from the surface of the lake and diffused in all directions.
By the lake, there is a small house built of wood. Just by looking at the traces of moss on it, you can tell that this wooden house has been around for a long time.
Still expressionless, Mr. Lang walked towards the room, pushed the door open and entered. JrNovels.com
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