A flash of lightning flashed around suddenly, but disappeared in a blink of an eye. The next second, the little black stick suddenly seemed to have a purple-blue luster, and suddenly struck at Han Sanqian again.

"I beat your sister!" Han Sanqian yelled strangely. This thing seemed to be conscious, and it seemed to be taking a nap. He was clearly on guard, but it could suddenly attack when he relaxed again. It is obvious that it is impossible to guard against.

Fortunately, although Han Sanqian was a little flustered, he hadn't let up too much defense after all. While his left hand could really stabilize the situation, the moon wheel, which had been hidden in his right hand, directly attacked on the spot.

"Zi!"

The moon came again, and the purple-blue lightning suddenly entangled the little black stick again.

"Zi!"

Almost at the same time, a burst of purple electricity suddenly shot out from the little black stick, directly blasting towards Han Sanqian.

"Can you still play like this?"

Han Sanqian was stunned, he attacked it with fire, it attacked itself with fire, it attacked it with electricity, can it also attack itself with electricity?

With a straight lift of his right hand, a moon wheel was formed to dissolve the purple electricity it attacked, and then Han Sanqian withdrew and flew tens of meters away, keeping a safe enough distance from the little black stick.

He was observing, observing what this strange little black stick was, that he could actually play with himself like this.

Then if it uses the power of chaos to fuck it, will it also use the power of chaos to fuck itself?

As Han Sanqian observed it from a safe distance, it also stayed in the air, using its stick as if observing Han Sanqian.

One person, one stick, you look left, I look left, you look right, I look right, the atmosphere is indescribably awkward, and the scene is indescribably weird.

"Hey, what the hell are you?" Han Sanqian looked at it for a long time, and he didn't know why he suddenly opened his mouth to ask a question to a little black stick.

However, just when Han Sanqian thought he was so stupid to ask a little black stick a question, the little black stick suddenly made an unimaginable move.

It stood upright in mid-air, like a villain standing there, and then twisted left and right, as if showing off its muscles in front of Han Sanqian.

"Nima, you fucking understand me?" Han Sanqian stared at the little black stick in amazement.

Not only does it understand, but it can also make gestures to express provocation. Isn't this too outrageous?

If Han Sanqian remembered correctly, when he first came into contact with this little black stick, he not only studied it carefully, but also touched it.

Not only is the material ordinary, but there is not even a little bit of aura fluctuations. From the observation at the time, it really feels like a thing that is almost weightless when used as a fire stick, so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary.

Who would have thought that in just an instant, this guy would actually...

"Wow."

Suddenly, just when Han Sanqian was depressed, the little black stick suddenly straightened up, and in the next second, he attacked Han Sanqian like an arrow.

"You bastard..." Han Sanqian frowned with a depressed voice.

The little black stick was so fast that even the air was completely torn and pulled, but the air on both sides of him was now a fiery red of conversion and a crazy purple blue on the other.

Both sides of the thermal power!

That guy was like Han Sanqian's usual jade sword, with a small skyfire and moon wheel coming at him.

Han Sanqian suddenly had a strange and familiar feeling. Everything was familiar, but the change of position was so strange.

"Your uncle." JrNovels.com