Xing Tianwu vomited blood with a big mouth, but his fighting spirit was even stronger in his eyes, "It's so satisfying!"

He suddenly felt that it was nothing great without an axe, at least the wooden stick in his hand that had no roots... he also used it very easily.

Thick and big, long and hard!

It matches his style very well!

The opposite of him.

The seedlings have no pleasure in their hearts, only pain.

"It hurts so much!"

More than ten people were knocked away again, and it finally couldn't help it. It was so angry that it cursed: "Xing Hanzi! Let go of this tree! Otherwise, Grandpa Tree wants you to look good!"

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Xing Tianwu seemed to have not heard it, and glanced at its tree body, a little dissatisfied, "It's better to have thicker and longer!"
Chapter completed!