"I didn't expect this super-devil king to teach the master. It turned out to be the talent cultivated by Lin Shishu. It is no wonder that so many Tianjiao can't do it."

Zong hates to say with sighs, but also wants to understand, only the gods like Lin Shishu can cultivate these strong people.

Lin Fan coughed and said that he has always been so arrogant.

"This thing, don't divulge it. This is of great benefit to any Tianjiao disciple. When you are fine, organize this kind of activity several times."

Things have already developed to such a point, it is too late to close the hand, and can only continue to develop with a hard scalp.

However, Lin Fan wanted to see what Wang Xiaoming is now mixing, and how to seek the vitality in the hands of these arrogant sons.

outside!

"You brothers and sisters, Wang Xiaoming is our common enemy. This time, the crusade must be successful, and the suppression of this evil spirit will be carried out, and the Xuanhuangjie will be awkward."

A man stood on a high platform with a wave of arms and a passionate voice.

"Yu Jian brother is right."

This man has been dead with Wang Xiaoming for 98 years.

In the second year of Wang Xiaoming's coming out of the mountain, he met this man in a certain city, and then all kinds of hangs and mocks, so that Yu Jian's whole person is exploding.

Later, under the opportunity, I got the opportunity to fly from the sky.

In the end, he was accepted as a disciple by the Holy Family. In the Zongmen, he met many of the same members who had common topics. Finally, when they learned that their common enemy was Wang Xiaoming, they were more like brothers. There was only one idea in their minds, that is Killed.

From now on, they worked hard to cultivate, as soon as the time came, or heard the whereabouts of Wang Xiaoming, they collectively dispatched and went to kill Wang Xiaoming.

However, in the past 100 years, they have acted a total of one hundred and thirty-eight times, but each time they have failed, but even this has not let them sink, but more full of fighting spirit.

"The 139 times this time, Wang Xiaoming must be killed under the sword, but it is cheaper to let him die so easily, must be tortured, and tortured."

"The wicked Wang Xiaoming, twilight my clothes, hang me in the city, and this hatred is not shared."

"He robbed me of the practice, the language confuses my partner, and this vengeance does not swear by others."

"He is the source of all evil, as long as he is killed, there is no regret in this life."

"Brothers set off, this time Wang Xiaoming is in the base camp of 100,000 miles ahead. We must arrive quickly and cannot let it run away."

"Okay, go..."

In an instant, a long road rises and flies away.

These Tianjiao disciples, who are repaired as gods, are seven-fold and some six are basically within this range.

For Tianjiao disciples, it is already incomparable to cultivate in such a realm within a hundred years.

The disciples around me are naturally not the same as them.

The people around me have been upgraded infinitely by themselves and reached a peak.

This cultivation is a natural water, and it can reach a very high level between a hundred years of blinking.

"Oh, the mighty, the momentum is like a dragon, it's different."

Lin Fan looked at the distant world and couldn't help but sigh. How did Wang Xiaoming do it? He even cited so many priests and disciples, and he was willing to go to crusade.

"I will go and see, you practice well."

Lin Fan did not say anything more and chased directly toward those disciples. He went to see how fierce the battle between these disciples and Wang Xiaoming was.

A hundred thousand miles away, in a deserted mountain forest.

There is no smoke here, the beasts are rampant, and few warriors come, but in this area, there is a fear that everyone in the Xuanhuang world fears.

Mixed King - Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming is lying on the bed, surrounded by a lot of maids, like a fairyland on earth.

But for Wang Xiaoming, all this can't be happy.

For a hundred years, he has been hunted for a hundred years.

Especially since the beginning of 1997, my life has been completely tragedy.

I like to bully people. This is what Wang Xiaoming dare to admit, but everyone who has been bullied by himself has finally become a major member of the pursuit of himself.

What kind of lying is this for Wang Xiaoming.

Within this hundred years, it was hunted a hundred and thirty-eight times, and the base camp was converted eighty-nine times. The entire Xuanhuang world was almost completely evaded.

Later, I didn't know how some devils knew their own. They were surrendered to their own feet. Since then, their reputation in the outside world has grown.

Mixed king, Wang Xiaoming.

For this name, Wang Xiaoming is absolutely unacceptable, but there is no way, the outside world has passed it, and there is still a way.

For Wang Xiaoming, the only thing he has is that he is going home, and now he can't even return home. This is how miserable.

Once Wang Xiaoming had wanted to go home for a few times, but whenever he got to the middle of the road, those guys didn't know how to find themselves. They were like ghosts and they were around themselves and made various kinds of killings.

"Great king, not good, not good..."

At this time, a sudden call came, and Wang Xiaoming, who was scared, trembled inside. "What happened, what happened?"

"Those people have killed it again." This man, once a famous devil, and later admire Wang Xiaoming's ability, willingly bowed to the entrance.

But after the introduction, the horrible thing happened.

He said that he was copied once a year and was chased every day.

As for leaving Wang Xiaoming, I have not thought about it, but those who chase and kill have a list in their hands.

The first killing list is Wang Xiaoming, and they are behind.

These guys, like the eyes of the sky, can be caught no matter where they go, and can only continue to follow the king and continue to suffer.

"What? Again, last year's special thing is not just surrounded? How come again, this group of hateful guys, let not let people live, and this king has not gone out to provoke people recently."

Wang Xiaoming is angry, he is really angry, are these guys not animals? I don't know how to breathe, except to kill and kill, I must be encircled once a year.

“How many people have come?” asked Wang Xiaoming.

"I don't know, it's dense, the whole sky is full of people, and there are fewer people."

"What? So much, this is going to kill people. It was only 8,000 people last year. This year, it will break 10,000. This... this." Wang Xiaoming heard the whole person stunned.

After a few years or two, Wang Xiaoming also bullied a lot of people. Could it be that these people have gotten any opportunities, flying into the sky, practicing well, and now joining the crusade against the army to crusade?

It’s too much to deceive people.

"Commanded, all units pay attention, pack things, fight at any time, retreat at any time." Wang Xiaoming shouted, "Hey, even if they want to retreat, they have to learn a lesson."

"Yes."