"Snapped!"

And suddenly, the jaw again!

When I quickly protected it, it was on my shoulder again...

on the head...

face...

on the nose...

Looking from a distance, the old man with white beard at this time is like dancing an old disco, twisting his body crazily with the inexplicable rhythm.

Up and down, left and right.

At the same time, it was accompanied by the old man with white beard, oh, fuck, I'm going, pain, ah, ah, and other screams of different colors and styles.

From a certain point of view, this is more magical than the magical moves.

And the twisting of the old man's body with white beard is an extremely beautiful and strange landscape.

The people from the League of Mysterious People laughed heartily, while the three people from Earth, Mo Yang, Dao Twelve, and Liu Fang, even laughed and turned their heads backwards and forwards.

The faces of the disciples of Tianji Palace were flushed with anger, and they wanted to help but everyone knew that rushing up was just to die, and they were sandbags, but they watched their head master being so...

This is not considered a beating, but a complete humiliation...

I can only stay where I am, full of embarrassment and helplessness!

Zhong Beihai didn't know when, he had already buried his head even lower, almost into his underpants.

However, unlike other disciples, Zhong Beihai didn't feel angry at all. In his words, this made the senior brother have nothing to do, and he was just looking for nails.

That's the fucking Han Sanqian, who doesn't mess with you, you're going to mess with him...

Suddenly, Han Sanqian stopped, held the whisk in his hand, and solemnly handed it to the old man with white beard.

At this time, the white-bearded old man had already been paralyzed by the beating, and his body was still mechanically blocking east and west, continuing to dance "dance..." crazily and "never tired of it".

It took a long time before he suddenly realized that the pain that had hit him all over his body had disappeared, and when he looked up again, he saw that the stick at the end of the whisk was still aimed at him, and subconsciously moved again, and then It was even more embarrassing to reflect it thoroughly.

The white-bearded old man looked at Han Sanqian fearfully and angrily with extremely contradictory eyes. The one who was angry was naturally Han Sanqian who was playing with himself like a monkey, and the one who was afraid was... This is endless after all. Then, he could only continue to jump up and down.

"You..." He wanted to scold angrily, but he didn't dare to scold at all. No matter how much, he took his whisk from Han Sanqian directly, and then regained his posture.

If it was before, with his immortal appearance, he did look a bit of an outsider with a flick of the whisk.

But now...

"puff!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The entire Mysterious People Alliance suddenly roared with laughter.

With a bruised nose and a swollen face, the old man with a white beard not only lost the slightest momentum, but because of his unique shape, exaggerated posture, and completely unaware that I am still invincible, he looked like a drowned chicken. Like a phoenix spreading its wings, look down on the world.

"See if he looks like a plucked chicken! Hahahaha!" Dao Twelve shouted loudly and laughed. JrNovels.com