While the three quickly retreated, Hongsi also reached the place where they had just stood.
I saw the red silk gathered together, suddenly burst open in the direction, spread in all directions, and accurately plunged into the ground where the three people stood
Feng Chenglin was covered in white sweat and blurted out subconsciously.
"What the hell is this?"
Before the words fell, the red silk seemed to hear his voice. They quickly took out the filaments from the ground, and the sound of "whew" shot like lightning into the wind forest.
"A dying dog!"
The wind forest burst into flames.
Regardless of the thirty-seven and twenty-one, the animal shaped force suddenly burst out, turning the fist into a palm. The Qi field formed by the two hands is like a PU fan. You absolutely crush the momentum and suppress the red silk.
After a short period of resistance, the red silk broke up into countless cobwebs, fell to the ground like exhaustion, and fled back to Zhuge Dali.
"Oh, what does this guy mean? Did he escape back?" Feng Chenglin suddenly became interested, and his aura was 2.8 meters: "they don't know what success or failure is? They can't beat us, so they ran away with their tail in their hands?"
"This is the most terrible place!" Ling Luoyu glanced at him: "don't you think this thing is much more terrible than ghosts?"
"Pull it down. You can see and touch it. What's terrible? Ghosts are terrible? That thing is erratic..."
Feng Chenglin is most afraid of ghosts in his life.
The most fearless thing is this kind of thing that still knows what is "greedy for life and afraid of death".
"San Shao, you've traveled all over the world. Such a guy who can fight and escape is the easiest to surrender..."
If it runs, it shows that it is afraid.
Then why is it afraid?
Naturally, I'm afraid of death.
That's easy!
"Isn't it unable to beat us? Then why are we polite?"
Feng Chenglin rolled up his sleeve and sharpened his fist again.
It has always been his style to play well and run if he can't.
It's easy to get rid of this guy at this time. He's psychologically cautious.
This time Ling Luoyu didn't stop him.
Anyway, according to visual inspection, if you really do it, Feng Chenglin is not necessarily the one who suffers.
Moreover, she really wants to see what the hell Hongsi is.
Feng Chenglin was right. When he noticed that he was coming angrily, red silk "Chi slipped" back into Zhuge Dali's mouth.
Zhuge Dali, who was standing there, suddenly coughed loudly. The whole coughing man bent into a prawn, knelt on the ground languidly and gave two mouthfuls of blood.
When Feng Chenglin came to him, his cough gradually eased.
He wiped the corners of his mouth awkwardly, raised his head slowly, and just looked at the windward Chenglin.
Two people face each other with four eyes.
When Feng Chenglin was about to speak, Zhuge Dali had already struck first.
"Mr. Feng, yes, did you hit me?"
Feng Chenglin was stunned at first and then smiled: "did I hit you? Didn't you count in your heart?"
This guy is really a talent!
The essence of the villain's first complaint is to give full play to it!
Who knows, Zhuge Dali is even more serious: "you, you, why do you want to hit me?"
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