Two uninvited guests came to the alien world.
A boy with a watermelon head and a disabled uncle in a wheelchair.
There was no "qi" in either of them.
The omnipotent monster draws his sword: How dare ordinary people without energy dare to meddle in other people's business? Kill!
All parties are watching the show: two short-lived living targets.
One day later, the world view of the alien world collapsed.
Facing the Golden Light Curse of Longhu Mountain.
Rock Li took off the calf weight and threw it on the ground.
Boom.
The granite ring was smashed into two deep pits.
The magic formula in Zhang Lingyu's hand stopped.
A lotus flower was struck down, and the protective golden light shattered into debris all over the ground.
There was a red mark on the back of Zhang Chulan's hand from a cigarette burn and she forgot to take a photo.
Facing Fenghou Qimen.
Wang Ye just stepped on a strange goal.
Locke Li smashed the floor tiles with his foot, and the purely physical wind blew down the formation's eyes.
Wang Ye put away his compass, bought a standing ticket and ran away overnight.
Until the man behind the scenes set up a dragnet to surround and suppress the disabled uncle in a wheelchair.
Metkai pressed his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair.
Stood up.
Green steam breaks through the clouds.
Hundreds of thousands of punches exploded in the air, creating a large sea of fire in mid-air.
One shot at the peacock flattened the entire mountain on the spot.
The old Heavenly Master stroked his beard and looked at the scorched earth battlefield, and said nothing for a long time.
Zhang Chulan knelt in the ruins and hugged Locke Li's leg: "Brother! Teach me this useless physical skill!"
Locke Li gave a thumbs up, his white teeth reflecting: "Classmate Zhang Chulan, this is not a magic skill, it is the sweat of youth!"
