This knife slashed down through the sky and collided with the fishing line.

boom!!

Bu Fang's expression changed slightly, and he felt the huge force coming from the fish hook.

The huge force actually broke through his thirteen swords of the Overlord.

This old man is very strong...

but.

Bu Fang's eyes narrowed.

At most, the small holy realm is four-turn!

Bu Fang had an estimate in his heart, and immediately became confident...

If it weren't for the taboo Huangquan River, Bu Fang would have been ruined and thrown out.

Once the destruction pot comes out, at least it can blow this old guy up to be honest.

"So bold! A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger... I send you to rebirth!"

The old man whistled.

Bu Fang looked at it lightly.

The mind suddenly sank into the sea of ​​spirit.

Then, on Bu Fang's body, the vermilion flame suddenly burned into the robe. The flames soared into the sky, and the hot high temperature seemed to burn everything.

A bird's cry resounded from Bu Fang's body.

Bu Fang raised his head, and his hair was covered with scattered.

The next moment, it turned into a red color as if facing the wind.

The flames behind them also spread out, swaying gently, and the fire feathers flew...

Bu Fang opened his eyes, and there seemed to be flames burning in his eyes.

"My mother... finally came out to get some breath!"

The red hair stepped aside, the corners of his mouth were wide open, floating in the void, pinching the orchid fingers, and tapping his lips.

Above the Buddha's boat, the law monk looked confused.

Boss Bu...hey hair color changed again?

This time... I have never seen red red before!

Gold, white, black, and now there is a red one?!

How much color does this little chef need to change?

"Is it because you are provoking me to be so proud of me? The shame I was so shameful at the beginning, today's report."

boom!!!

The old man held the fishing rod and slapped it on the Huangquan River.

Then, the fishing rod suddenly lifted up on the surface of the Huangquan River.

Hurry!

Splashes of water.

The water flowed across and turned into a blood-colored dragon.

It was transformed by the Yellow Springs and Rivers, extremely huge, with fangs and claws.

The wings flashed behind him, and the red hair stepped on the square, staring at the blood-colored water dragon lightly, and curled the corners of his lips.

"In my old age, I hate dragons the most...especially stupid dragons."

Bu Fangdao.

"You, the old man who is picking up rags on the river, dare you show off your dragon in front of me?"

Bu Fang's figure was in the void and suddenly blurred.

It's like changing shapes and shadows, and the speed is like teleportation.

Suddenly it appeared on the head of the blood-colored water dragon.

With one palm, the entire water dragon exploded inch by inch...

After turning the little saint's step, he used the spirit of the weapon to possess it, and seemed that he could fight against the fourth turn the little saint.

A flame, Suzaku, broke out from Bu Fang's body, and left with the bird's cry and roaring roar.

The old man hung out a water dragon again and collided with the flame Suzaku.

The evaporated white air was constantly blurring, and the pictures on the river surface became blurred.

The audience behind the light scene suddenly felt an uproar and a wailing sound.

Because they can't see the battle scenes clearly.

Only a red stream of light was seen, teleporting continuously, and the speed was so fast that it was dazzling.

The battle seemed to be in full swing.

boom……

The water splash exploded.

The red-haired step landed on the river surface, frowned and looked at the old man in a small boat.

"The little host's strength is still too weak, otherwise I can kill this pretentious fisherman with just one slap."

He murmured softly.

suddenly.

The red hair faded.

The hair turned black again.

Bu Fang frowned and looked at the old man standing on the boat...

Even if the spirit possesses the body, relying on the Vermillion Bird may not be able to deal with the old man...

Although the old man is not strong, his own strength is indeed a little worse.

Do you have to give up Jiupetal Nahehua like this?

If you don’t find the Nine Petal Nahe Flower this time, you will have no chance to brew the peerless wine from Bufang.

Therefore, Bu Fang will never give up easily.

His eyes froze.

Bu Fang let out a long breath.

A little toe on the river.

His figure suddenly sped out.

"Come on... You young man won't cry until you see the coffin..."

The way of the soul fisherman.

However.

His words had just finished.

His eyes suddenly glared.

Because he found a dry pot appeared in Bu Fang's hand.

The hot dry pot is floating and sinking, with high temperatures spreading on it and the fragrance is lingering.

But what makes the soul fishermen even more palpitations...

The terrible fluctuations and pressure emitted from the dry pot.

That feeling...

The hairs of the soul-fisherman were all standing upside down.

Crash.

The boat suddenly sank.

Bu Fang's figure landed on the boat, only one step away from the old man.

Bu Fang looked straight at the old man...

"Nine-petal Naihehua... Can you give it to me? If you make a peerless wine, I'll share a jar of you."

Bu Fang looked at the old man lightly and said seriously.

liquor?
To be continued...