Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 969 The fog is heavy
When a woman starts flirting with you, she either likes you or wants to play you to death.

Obviously, the Jialan City Lord wanted to kill Fan Denglong in this situation, but it seemed a bit tricky, so he planned to use a soft knife.

Although the Jialan City Lord was smiling, in fact, there were ten thousand beasts galloping inside.

Her half-step ghost king cultivation base, plus two thousand elite cavalry, no matter which one is higher than the cultivation base of an ant like Fan Denglong, but she can't do anything to him after several times, and instead she is taken advantage of.

Faced with such a situation, Jialan City Lord jumped three feet high, especially Fan Denglong, a bastard who took advantage of a little advantage and unceremoniously sprinkled salt on people's wounds, uncle can bear it, auntie can't bear it.

"Of course it's how to stimulate and how to come, do you want me to teach you this?"

Holding a long spear, Fan Denglong made a frivolous expression towards the Jialan City Lord, "Could it be that the City Lord can't even handle a brat like me?"

The Jialan City Lord smiled like a flower, walked barefoot in the air as if walking on flat ground, swayed slowly in catwalks, and had a waist like a thin willow just enough to be grasped.This is definitely a special thing, in the mortal world, no matter how noble a man is, I am afraid that no matter how noble a man is, he will feel ashamed in front of her, and will only hold it high in the palm of his hand and respond to every request, instead of Fan Denglong's frivolous behavior and words that provoke imagination.

Liang Fan listened to the conversation between the two above, and secretly gave Fan Denglong a thumbs up. He dared to act like this when he was surrounded by so many ghost cultivators.

"The slave family has been in this underworld for a long time, and has long forgotten how to play in the mortal world. My son, why don't you teach the slave family."

The fiery red robe slowly slipped off the fragrant shoulders, revealing the smooth jade skin, and Fan Denglong could clearly feel the shortness of breath of the ghost cultivators watching the battle.

The two thousand fine riders turned their horses around, maintained the formation they charged just now, held steel forks, and stared at Fan Denglong expressionlessly.

These are true iron-blooded warriors, they only have enemies in their eyes.Unlike the mob below, although it looks like there are a lot of people, they are actually just a bunch of useless waste.

"Come on, young master, at worst, you can do whatever you want."

Jialan City Lord approached Fan Denglong step by step, the clothes on his body slipped down more and more, and some ghost cultivators almost stayed behind.

Fan Denglong also laughed, "That's what you said, and I also feel that the beauty of this beautiful day cannot be let down."

As he walked forward, it seemed that he and Jialan City Master were really going to do something.

The situation on this battlefield is really unpredictable. One moment they fought and killed, and the next moment it was like dry wood meeting a raging fire. It seemed that the two of them were about to spark a vigorous spark.

boom!
Just when the two were about to face each other, someone from the ghost cultivator below let out a howl, and rushed towards Fan Denglong like a hungry wolf.

This action was like a stone stirring up thousands of waves. The ghost cultivators scrambled to be the first to fear that one after another would rush towards Fan Denglong. They were fierce and fierce, and finally decided to go to Fan Denglong with all their might.

The Lord Jialan smiled even brighter this time. It doesn't matter if her charm doesn't work for Fan Denglong, it's enough for this bunch of useless trash.

Hundreds of thousands of ghost cultivators are overwhelming, how many times can Fan Denglong's teleportation be used?How far can you go?

Lost the teleportation, even if it employs a lot of people, the price of [-], [-] or even [-] ghost cultivators can be afforded by Jialan City.

And the real intention of her conversation with Fan Denglong just now was to arouse the jealousy of these ghost cultivators who had been 'hungry' for hundreds of years.

Fan Denglong didn't expect that a Jialan city lord who was no different from a pile of dead bones in his eyes would have such a great charm among this group of ghost cultivators, and just a few words could make these people take risks.

The spear hummed, and a hundred thousand ghost cultivators were like locusts crossing the border. Fan Denglong backed away. He was not worried about his own safety, but Liang Fan, who was an oil bottle.

Swords and swords have always been blind on the battlefield, so many people flocked here, if Fan Denglong ignored this point, there was a [-]% chance that Liang Fan would be chopped into pieces by the ghost cultivator.In fact, Fan Denglong's concerns were correct, he had just moved, and the Lord Jialan had already moved to Liang Fan's side.

The two came here together, and they traveled tens of thousands of miles to reach Jialan City. The importance of this foundation-building monk to Fan Denglong is self-evident. If you take him down, you can directly make Fan Denglong cast a trap. This is definitely a good idea. .

The spear collided with the spear, and Fan Denglong's left hand flashed with lightning again.

"Come up if you are not afraid of death, and today the young master will send you on the road together."

Fan Denglong was furious. If Liang Fan was brought by him, he had to take him back with his whole body.Jialan City can bully as much as possible, Fan Denglong is not afraid, but if you have thoughts about Liang Fan, then don't blame him for being rude.

The Lord Jialan chuckled lightly, "Fan Denglong, you must die today."

The target of [-] monks has shifted from the terrifying Fan Denglong to the soft persimmon Liang Fan. They may not be able to crack the hard bones, but they are still sure to pinch the soft persimmon.

The 10 people go up together, and it only takes a moment to finish, and no one will think that the unlucky ghost who sent them to death is themselves.

But this kind of fluke mentality cannot be entertained in front of Fan Denglong.

At least, if Fan Denglong felt that Liang Fan's safety might be threatened, he would not hesitate to use his hole card.

Facing ghost cultivators like locusts, Fan Denglong still uses the purification technique and the power of lightning with one hand, but he has already told the real dragon seal to be ready at any time, and once he can't hold on, he will release golden light to bury all the ghost cultivators together it's here.

It's just a ghost cultivator who is not worth a hundred thousand plus the half-step ghost king Jialan City Lord, the real dragon seal has not yet been taken into account.

Just when Fan Denglong was ready for the final preparations, the solitary Lord Jialan, who was far away from a hundred thousand ghost cultivators, suddenly let out a scream, fell down, and fell heavily on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

This situation came so suddenly that many people didn't realize it.

Seeing this, the two thousand fine riders outside hurriedly called out to the city lord, stepped forward to rescue him, and hurried to Jialan city.

When the hundred thousand ghost cultivators heard the movement behind them, and seeing that the city lord was alive or dead, the fighting spirit that had been so hard to condense disappeared instantly. Liang Fan waved his sword to drive away, and the group of ghost cultivators turned into birds and beasts and scattered.

"This is the end?"

Looking at the ghost cultivators who had thrown away their helmets and armor, Liang Fan still hadn't recovered from his senses, not knowing what happened.

Originally thought that a fierce battle was inevitable, but in the blink of an eye, the Lord Jialan suffered heavy losses.

"What kind of medicine is this sold in the gourd?"

Fan Denglong also muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)