The ancestor of the ghosts did not respond, and then this was busy with the handsomeness, and he had a hard work to take out his carelessness to deal with himself.

"Wait!" The ancestor of the corpse quickly retracted his dagger, stopped, and laughed: "Hey ..."

"Hey fart."

You Biao Yun raised his fist.

The ancestor of the gongxian's face was bitter: "Do not face a face, the young man is your elder ... oh ..."

With a sound of Peng, You Biaoyun hit the face of the ancestor of the ghostly ancestor. The body of the ghost ancestor hit the boulder on the bottom of the feet, and the boulder directly crushed into a slag of sand and gravel.

"I see your bones are stiff." You Biaoyun patted the ash in his hands: "I am loose and loose bones, how about, there are not a few copies of my craftsmanship."

The ancestor of the corpse was a lot of heaven, and he happened to climb under the fleeing feet, and then he looked up with a stiffness. Wang Ba watched the mung beans and looked right.

The old man jumped up, hit a fist on his head, but shocked his hand pain.

"You step, see what I do ... Oh ..."
Chapter completed!