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Gao Tianchun, the helper of Zhentian, also has a certain reputation on this island of Penglai. Although he is far from being able to compare with the three forces, he knows that Gao Hanchun is a practitioner of the eighth order of purple.

The people who have been repaired can die in the hands of the four hundred red makeup, which proves that the strength of these four guys is not simple.

Thinking of this, the fat man couldn't help but turn to look at some of his friends.

Noticing the fat man's gaze, three cultivators came up and appeared in front of the hundred-red makeup and other people, which happened to be a combination of four to four.

"You said that I want to die?" The fat man sneered, and reached out to the emperor. He only wanted to pat the face of Emperor Beibei. "The little white face, the place outside the hall is simply not suitable for you guys. It’s better to go early. Go home and drink milk."

However, when the fat man had some action, Emperor Beibei had already photographed the fat man's hand.

"Is not suitable for such a small white face, is it suitable for you like a fat man?" Wen Ziran ridiculed a smile. "We have only come to the outer hall for only a short time, but according to my observation, the disciples of this hall can be ugly. There are really not many people of your level."

With the sound of Wen Ziran falling, the face of the fat man became difficult to look at once, which is more ugly than when Shangguan Yingying said that he was going to kill him.

I want to come, Wen Ziran's sentence is really a puncture of the fat man's wounds.

Not only that, the disciples around could not help but laugh after hearing this.

The appearance of this fat man is really a bad injury. Many people dislike it on weekdays. The fat man also has self-knowledge. He does not mention this point.

He is so overbearing on weekdays, no one wants to be an enemy of the fat man, naturally he will not take the initiative to talk about this.

However, at this time, Wen Ziran did not give face to say this, everyone naturally could not help but laugh.

The fat man looks cold, his gaze is directly locked to Wen Ziran, and the sound is even cold and cold. "Bad boy, I want to kill you!"

However, in the face of such threatening words, Wen Ziran has no feelings, just pretending to be afraid of the pat on the chest, said: "Hey, I am so scared!"

"court death!"

At this moment, the fat man couldn't help anymore. He stayed in this hall for such a long time. For a long time, no one dared to humiliate him so much!

Faced with the shame on the face of the fat man, the irony in the eyes of the four hundred red makeup is even worse. This guy is only humiliated by them. It is already ugly and has become a virtue, but he doesn’t want to think about how he was humiliated before. Theirs is ridiculous.

In the next moment, the strength of the fat body suddenly surged out, and the right hand slammed out and directly attacked Wen Ziran's face!

He saw that this guy was more and more unhappy, only to have the life of this guy!

Wen Ziran was already ready to defend. After the fat man's fist appeared, his body side directly escaped the fat man's attack. At the same time, his fist attacked the past.

Seeing this scene, Bai Lihong makeup and other people are secretly praised by Wen Ziran.

In this way, this is the first hand of this fat man, and this responsibility is completely on the fat body, and there is no relationship with them.

The three practitioners beside the fat man naturally thought of this, but the fat people have already started, and they have no choice.