The extremely sudden change left everyone stunned.

Don't know what happened.

With a huge advantage, Hanba actually beat his head on the ground?

What is this operation?

Beat the ground with your head and then bury a group of people?

Everyone was stunned and retreated.

The stall owner was still frightened and did not dare to step forward rashly.

Only Qin He took action. With a "pop" sound, a firewood stick hit Hanbao's head quickly, hard and accurately, knocking him staggering as he just pulled his head out of the soil.

He shouted: "Hit it!"

Qian Wuliang's eyes almost dropped when he saw it.

Brother!

You are so brave!

Are you stupid?

Is it stupid?

Why are you attracting fire for no reason?

Everyone also gasped, where did this freak come from?

It is okay to fight it, and we support it with both hands.

Don't use firewood sticks to hit you.

This thing can't hurt a hair on it, it will only irritate it.

As expected.

"roar!"

The Drought Demon roared, and its green eyes instantly turned red.

On the one hand, it suffered an inexplicable stumble, which made it feel disgraced and hurt its self-esteem. More importantly, an ant hit it with a stick.

stick?

Who do you look down on?!

Qin He took out a piece of firewood from the stove again and took a closer look. Oops, I'm sorry, it seemed too high-profile just now.

This is not in line with the low-key personality and temperament of this great fairy.

So without thinking, with a "swish" sound, he pushed the firewood stick in his hand to Qian Wuliang, who looked shocked next to him.

Just at this moment, Hanbao raised his head.

"I'm so crazy~"

Qian Wuliang was so frightened that he almost screamed, this firewood stick was too hot!

Hmm... it is indeed hot to the touch. It was just taken out of the furnace and there is still a fire burning at one end. Can it not be hot to the touch?

However, he no longer had the chance to throw away or give Qin He back. Han Bao's red eyes instantly locked onto Qian Wuliang, his aura rising and becoming more powerful.

At this moment, Qian Wuliang was scolding his mother.

He wanted to greet Qin He with ten thousand "How is your mother?"

If you are brave, be brave to the end. Why are you trying to trick me?

Doesn’t your conscience hurt?

"roar!"

Hanbao roared again and pounced on the crowd.

The momentum is even greater than before, but the target has been changed from the stall owner to Qian Wuliang.

Qian Wuliang felt that his legs were stiff and he could not move his legs at all.

Just thinking about the Nine-Rank Hanban is enough to make one feel desperate.

"Bang!"

However, at this time, the previous scene appeared again.

After rushing forward for two steps, Hanba stumbled and fell to the ground again.

Because the momentum was too strong, there was another burst of dust.

Hanbao was furious, struggled hard to get up, then got up, fell down, got up, fell down... staggered, and lost all momentum for a moment.

One leg suddenly became so fast and flexible that it was unable to maintain balance at all.

"Hit it!"

At this moment, Qin He shouted again, picked up the couch where the stall owner had his legs crossed, rounded it up and hit Han Bao on the head.

"Bang!"

In an instant, the recliner shattered into countless pieces.

It was really broken, the kind that was broken into bamboo and wood powder.

The force of the nearly one thousand years of inner strength and Taoist power is terrifying, even if it is a recliner.

As a result, the arrogant Han Ba ​​was in full view of everyone, and his head that had just been raised was slammed back to the ground.

Qin He's heroic and fearless figure is like the god of war descending to earth.

It's just that the weapons are a bit too casual, either firewood or a recliner.

"Niangxi~"

The stall owner looked at Qin He in shock.

As soon as a master made a move, he would know whether he was there or not. The power of Qin He's blow made him have to re-evaluate this master who was recruited with a hundred taels of silver.

This is when I met the land gods.
Chapter completed!