The man holding the wooden bowl, with long hair tied in a crown, and a burgundy sè gown, looked a little personable.

In the wooden bowl in his hand, the swimming Jin Sè dragon is no different from what he usually sees on TV or in comics.

If I have to say the difference, it is that this golden dragon looks too small, and it is smaller than the loaches that can be seen in the mud pond.

He stood in front of Fu Long without any expression on his face.

"I want to go, but you can't stop me. After a moment, he whispered.

The words are full of confidence.

Fu Long got up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one in his mouth, and looked at him with squinted eyes.

"It's as if you can stop me if you want to leave, it's useless, if you have the ability, you will kill me, otherwise, I will definitely leave you. ”

"I said, you can't keep me. ”

After saying this, the man in the long shirt shot again.

He stretched out his hand, and as soon as he pulled in the void, a wave of qi churned and slammed towards Fu Long.

Fu Long had a cigarette in his mouth, frowned, and sent out a palm, and the palm wind completely neutralized the qi waves.

The strength of the two seems to be in the same position,

"What about your little dragon, why don't you get it out and play with it?" Fu Long took another deep breath and threw away the cigarette butt.

It's a tough opponent.

There is no doubt about that.

Therefore, at this time, he must show absolute strength, otherwise it is a problem whether he can survive or not, let alone defeat the other party and take it down.

"It's also interesting to say, you people, don't honestly hide in the blessed land, what do you have to do when you come out and wander around?" Fu Long asked.

The man in the long robe did not speak, but waved his fist and rushed towards Fu Long.

The energy in Fu Long's body was also running, and he also threw a punch and collided with the other party.

The two of them parted as soon as they touched each other.

Fu Long took seven or eight steps back, while the man in the long shirt took a full ten steps back.

It seems to be a judgment from above.

This is not the case.

If in terms of its own cultivation, Fu Long does have the upper hand.

But this is not a trick for the man in the long shirt.

It is equivalent to a sword cultivator who put away his long sword and chose to use his bare hands.

This is not the right state at all.

"What are you afraid of? Why don't you release your little dragon?" Fu Long thought for a moment and said with a smile, "I know, the black Jiao placed on Mochizuki Peak is your handiwork, but the black Jiao is dead, and you can see how the black Jiao died, and you are worried that releasing the little dragon will attract the one who killed the black Jiao, right?"

The man in the long robe didn't speak, but his frowning appearance made Fu Long understand.

What I just guessed is that eight or nine are not far from ten.

"What is your purpose?" asked Fu Long.

"You can guess. "If you can knock me down, I'll tell you." ”

After saying that, the wooden bowl in his hand disappeared, and his two fists swung at an extremely fast speed, rushing towards the other party.

Fu Long frowned, and another punch fell.

The two collided together, but this time they didn't touch and separate, but they were entangled.

Fu Long's fist landed on the man in the long robe.

The fist of the man in the long shirt smashed on Fu Long's body.

It's a state of total toughness.

With such a cultivation, any punch can kill an immortal cultivator below the grandmaster on the spot.

That's absolute strength.

As their own strength increases, their defense will naturally increase significantly.

It's just that these two people are in a really bad state.

Exactly like two uncivilized beasts.

When the two separated, the corners of each mouth were oozing with blood.

His chest heaved and he trembled.

"Does it hurt?" Fu Long asked, taking a breath of cool air.

The man in the long shirt snorted coldly: "What is this injury? Why, you can't hold it? If you can't hold it, let me leave." ”

"I'm going to be unable to hold it, I'm afraid you're being funny, aren't you?" After Fu Long said this, the two glanced at each other, as if they had some kind of tacit understanding, and turned around at the same time, frowning and squinting, rubbing their arms and chest.

Gan Lin Niang.

It hurts!

In just three seconds, the two turned around at the same time, staring at each other, staring at each other.

"Come again!"

"Come on!"

So, the two collided again.

"You people in the Dragon Pavilion are all so lacking in heart? You are still injured, if you are at your peak, I don't use Xiaolong, I will definitely lose to you, you are now full of injuries, and you are still fighting with me