Chapter 1108

"Why is this fist like that of a dwarf wax gourd?"

The thin monk's eyes were full of muddled comparison. Looking at these fists, he felt extremely puzzled.

It's really weird.

Even so, Quan mang doesn't recognize people. That piece of Quan mang is shining on him. It's a rainstorm, pear blossom, falling meteorite. If he doesn't prevent it, it's a death and injury.

Then, he thought of another reason, that is, the magic world is actually the trap set by the short wax gourd friar!

"That's right. It must be the trap set by the dwarf wax gourd to organize Laozi to share the little girl with him!"

The thin friar thought more and more indignant: "bah! I knew that the dwarf wax gourd couldn't be so easy! "

He thought that the magic weapon world was a trap set by the monk, but he didn't expect the monk to have such a magic weapon!

Thinking of this, he was already very angry, so the sword in his hand was saved even more fiercely, Shua Shua Shua repeatedly waved, the blue light poured out, just like the water of Tianhe river.

On the other side, the short wax gourd monk played for a while. He felt that the green light sword awn looked very familiar, and the more he saw it, the more familiar he felt.

"The skinny one

Suddenly he was stunned, his head was shining, and he thought of the thin friar.

It's the sword light of a thin man!

He had discussed with the skinny Friar and solved many of them together. He knew each other's methods very well.

In fact, he was familiar with the green lightsaber just when it appeared. It was just because the place was so strange that he didn't know it was the thin monk.

However, after fighting with the green light sword awn for a while, he decided that this must be the sword light sent by the thin friar!

"Well, you skinny thief, I can't believe you have such a magic weapon!"

Now, in addition to confirming that the green light sword awn belongs to the thin friar, he also believes that the magic weapon world belongs to the thin friar.

For him, green light sword mang is OK to deal with. In his eyes, it is not a powerful means, but the magic weapon world is very difficult for him.

He thought it was a thin man's secret.

To be a man, you should always hide your hand, or you must be pinched by others.

Even Zhou Hao still has a system that he doesn't tell others.

The short wax gourd monk thought that it was the thin friar, and he no longer held back his strength, but used all his strength to break the trick of the other side!

The jar on his head suddenly gushed a burst of colorful streamer, as if it was the source of the Yangtze River. The streamer was like water, pouring down, covering the monk of low wax gourd. At the same time, there were countless streamers flying into the sky. The scene looked very strange and spectacular!

It seems to be a general confrontation between heaven and earth. Each of them will not yield to each other!

The five color streamer and the blue light have a wide range of derivatives. When they collide with each other, they are entangled and even more spectacular!

The two sides of the light so collide, wrestle with each other, offset each other, entangle each other, no one will let anyone, who is on the strength of 12 points.

And when they are fighting, Zhou Hao is also very uncomfortable.

Because the level of the first volume of the map of mountains and rivers is not the holy order, but the monk has received the holy order, and he has to control such a complex world, so his mental endurance is very heavy.