Chapter: 2679

"Apart from the two of you, there are other people who don't like me, do you want to do it?

"To be honest, these two gadgets are not enough for me to stick between my teeth."

This time the crowd was also a little angry.

Too much, this old man is too much.

He is not trying to challenge one of them, but to challenge everyone on the scene.

There are more than 30 people working on the purification of spiritual iron on the spot, and the top of these 30 people are strong.

So many strong people, even if each one spit, can drown him.

This old thing is impatient, challenging so many people!

Long Dao: "Shut up, I think you can speak quickly."

"Jin Chanzi, leave this old thing to me, and I will help you teach him a lesson."

Jin Chanzi said, "How can I do that. This old man is too cheap, I have to speak out my anger."

The old village chief said: "Mother-in-law, like a bitch. I said, let the two of you shoot together!"

Jin Chanzi and Long glanced at each other and nodded: "Okay, then we will fulfill you and take action together."

"However, if the two of us beat you to death, how should the account be calculated?"

The old village chief said: "I am killing myself, and it has nothing to do with you."

Jin Chanzi: "It's not justified, it's better to sign a life and death certificate!"

The old village chief laughed: "It's unnecessary. Don't worry, you still have to purify the spirit iron, and I won't hurt your life."

Long Yi and Jin Chanzi's noses were crooked.

This old man is really irritating.

No, we can't wait, we have to do it.

The two gritted their teeth and rushed to the old village chief: "Kill!"

The old village chief stood there with a smile on his face: "Come on!"

The war is about to start!

Everyone at the scene stopped their work and watched the battle.

At the same time, Ruan Xiaojiu also brought King Danan and the Nine Great Ruthless to the Hundred Futuan District.

Ruan Xiaojiu did not bring King Danan and the others directly to the Southern Hundreds, but first took them to the Northern Hundreds.

Ruan Xiaojiu walked all the way and said, "When I came to the Beipai Hundreds Group to collect rent that day, the Beipai camp was already empty, and all the supplies, including the spirit stones, were gone."

"There are still traces of fighting and looting at the scene, which were left by the people of the Centuries of the Southern faction."

"In order to investigate the truth of the matter, I decided to go to the Nanpai Centurion Group. As a result, I found out when I passed by Jin Chanzi's practice room..."

Found what?

Da Nan Wang asked curiously.

Hey.

Ruan Xiaojiu sighed: "I can't describe it in words, let me show you guys."

Ruan Xiaojiu quickly brought everyone to Jin Chanzi's practice room.

Seeing those rotten heads piled up into a small mountain, even though King Danan had seen the wind and waves, his heart trembled slightly at this moment.

How brutal!

The Centurion of the Southern faction is indeed ferocious!

Even the King of the South could not do such beastly acts.

Killing is killing, why put their heads together.

This is anti-human behavior!

Ruan Xiaojiu said: "These are the backbones of my Northern Sect Centurion. If they refused to submit to the new Southern Sect commander, the new commander would have them beheaded."

"I suspect that the new commander also wanted to subdue Guizu Qi at the beginning, but Brother Qi was hard-boned and refused to bend down easily, so the new commander took Guizu Qi..."

King Danan clenched his fists: "The new commander, Ye Wudao, ho ho!"

"Kill! He must die! Take me to meet the new commander for a while."

Yes!

Ruan Xiaojiu led the crowd all the way to the Southern School Centurion.

It is worth mentioning that this group of people are all strong, and the speed of the road is super fast.

About half an hour later, they came to the gate of the city of the Centuries of the Southern faction.

The guards at the gate of the city recognized Ruan Xiaojiu at a glance, the rent-collecting messenger of the North Sentence Thousands of Men. JrNovels.com