The old Indian man took more than a dozen puffs in a row, choking on the inferior tobacco smell and coughing, but he didn't find that his strength had improved even a bit.

The small half of the cigarette was quickly smoked, and there was not much left of the cigarette butt. The old Indian man looked at the playful gaze of his enemy, and suddenly felt like a monkey in a circus.

Lu Fei shook the cigarette in his hand and said with a smile: "Old smoker, there is still one here, do you want it?"

"Liar!" the old Indian man cursed in a low voice, thinking that this treasure must only be effective for this young man. Then it is highly likely that he will know how to configure this miracle tobacco.

The old Indian man's name is Ah Rooney, he has been stuck in the realm of the third grade of the ground level for decades, and in the past few decades, his skills have not made any progress, and the long-term penance has no effect, which has loosened his state of mind.

This time, he was able to be invited by the Indian authorities, and it was also because he was disgusted with the cultivation life and wanted to come out to distract himself.

He saw Lu Fei's tobacco, and it happened that Lu Fei deliberately improved his strength, which caused this interesting misunderstanding.

Rooney snorted coldly, regained his lofty appearance, he struck the ground with his long stick, and said in a deep voice: "What can you do if you have the same strength as me? This kind of skill obtained by external force is only temporary! It is like our Thundering Holy Hammer, even the gods will be afraid!"

As he spoke, an ascetic took the Thundering Hammer and respectfully handed it to Rooney.

Rooney held the golden hammer and tapped it lightly on his long stick, and in the crisp sound, the sound of lightning was faintly heard.

Lu Fei snuffed out the fire, slightly puzzled, he couldn't understand what the old man meant, what is "the power obtained by external force"? This old guy was stunned by smoke?

However, the thundering golden hammer attracted Lu Fei's attention. Lu Fei had heard of this treasure weapon, and legend had it that it was an ancient power, made with the gold of a country, plus a lifetime of skill, and when the treasure was formed, it was just in time for the thunderstorm.

The lightning in the sky slashed at this treasure, and this is the treasure weapon that finally carries a strong thunder and lightning power. Next to the treasure, as long as you listen quietly, you will definitely be able to hear the sound of thunder. The words "Thundering Hammer" also come from this.

Legend this kind of thing, although sometimes exaggerated, but also has a certain degree of credibility, at least, Lu Fei knows that the treasure weapon of the Thundering Holy Hammer really exists, and it is in a certain country in South Asia.

Rooney's ability to wield the Thundering Hammer shows that he is not only powerful, but also has a high status in India.

Ah Rooney treasures in hand, confidence is even more explosive, and the momentum has increased greatly. He looked at Lu Fei condescendingly, showed a proud gaze, and said loudly: "Young man, if you are willing to surrender, maybe I will leave you a whole corpse, so as not to be smashed into pulp by the holy hammer!"

Lu Fei looked at the Thundering Sacred Hammer carefully, and secretly said in his heart that it was a pity. This thing is used by the third brother, I'm afraid it's really like a hammer, it will only smash indiscriminately, and it won't be able to show the true strength of the hammer at all.

"Old fellow, you are carrying a stick in your right hand and a hammer in your left hand, isn't it heavy? Why don't you show me?" Lu Fei said with a hippie smile.

Ah Rooney looks black and thin, carrying a big golden hammer, which looks very funny.

Rooney sneered and said, "Don't be too arrogant, young man!

Lu Fei shrugged and smiled: "I'm looking forward to it! Look at how much this big hammer weighs!"

When Lu Fei and Ah Rooney were talking, everyone in Huaxia, except for Lin Xiaorou, was very nervous.

The current situation tends to be desperate, there are interceptions in front, there are pursuers in the back, and the enemy's strength is very strong, if it is fought, it is really unpredictable to live and die.

Taking advantage of the gap between Lu Fei and Ah Rooney's conversation, Lin Xiaorou slowly moved to Lu Fei's side and asked, "Can you protect my comrades-in-arms?"

Lu Fei smiled slightly, and said, "It's no problem to protect them, you remember what I said! By the way, you said that I would snatch that hammer away, okay?"

"Don't worry, I'll remember it!" Lin Xiaorou looked at the golden hammer, smiled slightly, and said, "It's up to you, it will give my grandfather a headache at most." This thing is obviously a national treasure of India. If the Indians ask for it, they are not, and they are not either. ”

"Even if it is returned, it must be returned as a fake, anyway, no one knows about the real thing. The third brother should be easier to fool. Lu Fei said in a low voice.

Lin Xiaorou covered her mouth and smiled, and said, "It's really unlucky for the Indians to provoke you!"

Lu Fei pinched his chin and said, "I heard that India often spoils China in South Asia, so I should teach them a lesson." ”

Lin Xiaorou covered her mouth and smiled, and said, "Don't bully the third brother too much, it's not easy for them." ”

Lu Fei shrugged his shoulders, raised his head, and said to the old man: "If you obediently get out of the way, I can spare your lives, otherwise don't blame me for not speaking about international feelings!"

"Huh?" The old Indian man looked at Lu Fei with a playful expression, and saw that Lu Fei's strength was still a prefecture-level third-grade, so he was secretly relieved, and said in his heart, I'm afraid this is your limit. He laughed a few times and said, "I heard that the Chinese people are very modest, but I didn't expect you to be so arrogant!"

Lu Fei pursed his lips and said, "I'm already very modest, don't you believe it? Even if you have that hammer, you can't beat me, so why bother?"

"Arrogant boy!" the old man snorted coldly and said, "If I win against you, will the others not resist senselessly?"

Lu Fei laughed and said, "If you can win against me, what difference does it make if they don't resist or not?

This is exactly what the old man in India wants, because if he fights, he can't protect the other people's well-being. Although he is very confident in winning the Huaxia team, he is not confident that there will be no casualties. These ascetics were all his disciples, and he didn't want his disciples to suffer too many casualties.

"Young man, you are too arrogant!" said the old man in a deep voice, "You will die under the Thundering Hammer!"

Lu Fei smiled slightly, tapped his toes, rose into the air, and struck at the old Indian man with a slash of his palm.

A palm shadow condensed like substance, with fierce coercion, was imprinted towards the top door of the old man in India.

This palm, Lu Fei was just tempting, he wanted to see how many catties and taels the so-called Thundering Holy Hammer had. Try it too, Rooney can exert the power of the holy weapon to a certain extent.

The old man in India looked at the shadow of his palm with disdain, and the golden hammer waved lightly, with the sound of thunder, and a faint hammer shadow was struck.

Rumble!

A dull sound sounded, the collision of the hammer shadow and the palm shadow, and the stirring air current, spread out in all directions like a whirlwind, and the corners of everyone's clothes crackled.

More than a dozen leopards, who seemed to be photographed by this might, all squatted slightly, looked up at the position of the shock in the air, and showed a vigilant look.

Lu Fei spun in the air, returned to the distance, and said with a smile: "This hammer is really good, but it's a pity that you don't use it correctly, or rather, you can't control the power in it." ”

Although the old Indian man can speak Chinese, he doesn't understand the word "dish", but according to the context, he can also hear that this is not a good word.

"Young man, suffer death!" the old man in India burst into golden eyes, shouted loudly, and leaped towards the land.

In the air, he raised the golden hammer high and smashed it towards Lu Fei.

Airplanes!

For a while, a dull vibration sounded in all directions, and the golden hammer suddenly grew larger and smashed down with the sound of the wind.

Lu Fei's eyes showed a solemn look, and he still had some ways to say this thing! The Thundering Sacred Hammer had only heard of it, but he didn't expect it to be very powerful. I need to be a little more careful, I can't let the escaping energy hurt others.

The purple light in his eyes flickered, and his right hand drew a mysterious trajectory, which lightly slapped on the golden hammer.

Rumble!

There was a muffled sound, and the entire space seemed to be shaking, and the people around them were staggered back by the turbulent air current. Lin Xiaorou was the closest to Lu Fei and was hit the hardest. She took a few steps back and stabbed her sniper rifle into the ground before she could stand still.

Lin Xiaorou's eyes widened, looking at Lu Fei, revealing a strange gaze.

Suddenly, the surface of the golden hammer was full of lightning, and the blue lightning instantly surrounded Lu Fei.

The powerful current brought high temperatures, and the high temperature made Lu Fei's clothes burn instantly.

With a snort, orange-red flames rose all over Lu Fei's body, and the smell of the fabric being burned immediately spread.

"Damn!" Lu Fei scolded secretly, his heart was really careless, this thing was actually discharged! It seems that this old guy has mastered a little bit of the use of the doorway!

He felt his condition, or rather, glanced down at the clothes on his body. Lu Fei was secretly relieved, and said in his heart Fortunately, my brother reacted relatively quickly, the upper half of the pants was protected, and the trousers turned into shorts, and they could be worn improvised, so that they would not turn into a body for a while.

Lu Fei's right hand exerted force, and with a slight shock, the golden hammer fell backwards with a snort.

With the shock of the movement, his clothes fell one after another, and the black wreckage was scattered on the ground. Except for a pair of "shorts", Lu Fei has nothing on his body.

Lin Xiaorou blinked, the corners of her mouth twitched, looking at Lu Fei's red upper body, in her eyes, the dazzling sunlight on the plateau shone Lu Fei faintly.

The battlefield was a little funny, and many soldiers couldn't help but laugh, and secretly looked at Lu Fei's red shoulders, and their faces were a little red.

The golden hammer returned to the Indian monk's hand, and he smiled slightly, and said, "Young man, it tastes amazing! It was just an appetizer! Next, it's time to get down to business!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the golden hammer and the long stick upward, and then folded his hands, frowned, and activated his mind.

Indian ascetics are known for their strong mental power, and the strength of the three grades at the ground level means that the mental power is extremely strong. Under the control of telekinesis, the golden hammer and the long stick were left and right, with the brilliance of the sky, and they all headed towards Lu Feiwei.

The corners of Lu Fei's mouth twitched, and his afterglow swept towards the right rear, a mocking look flashed in his eyes.

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