"If it's really a big hand...then we're lucky that we haven't died!"

The man lay down with a smile and looked up at the starry sky.

"If you can survive in the hands of Xingjun, you can become a capital for bragging in the future..."

Among the crowd, several people changed slightly.

They looked at each other, and their spines seemed to be stiffening subconsciously.

Feng Chenglin saw their unnaturalness and laughed with a laugh: "Star Lord?? Who? Why have I never heard of it? Is it a very powerful person?"

No matter who he is, as long as he is not the Lord of God!

"It's not necessarily the Star Lord, right?" An old man with white beard fiddled with the bonfire, but was obviously absent-minded.

"Yes, it shouldn't be him! He... such a paradise as he is already transcendent to the world. How could he still attack us?" The other person also echoed, but he didn't have much confidence.

"Yes, we are just a bunch of scumbags in his hands, but..."

The first person to speak sat up and tidied up the shawl on his shoulder.

"Everyone, who can tell me that anyone in this world has such a pair of big hands?"

“…”

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

Ling Luoyu's eyes wandered on everyone's faces: "I... ask weakly, is the Star Lord you are talking about with big hands? Then... how tall is this person?"

Before she finished speaking, she felt the contemptuous gaze of everyone as if they were looking at an idiot.

I really don’t know how such an IQ survived this massacre.

Ling Luoyu smiled embarrassedly: "I...I think this person has big hands, so he must be tall...Isn't it?"

"Star Lord... I'm afraid he's not as tall as you!" After saying that, Whitebeard suddenly glanced behind him alertly.

It seemed as if I was afraid that a pair of big hands would be stretched out from behind and pressed him to death.

"Oh..." Ling Luoyu nodded suddenly: "That means that he has practiced a kind of martial arts..."

As long as it is a martial art, you won’t be afraid!

This thing takes a lot of effort to use.

I guess as long as a normal person is not going to kill a little shrimp like her.

"It is said that it is Xingjun's magic weapon!"

The white beard curled his lips, as if he was trustless.

"But most of the people who have seen that hand are dead, so no one knows what the hand is going on... But everyone still thinks that it should be his magic weapon, not a martial arts!"

Magic tool?!

"It should be a magic weapon!"

The voice of nothingness suddenly sounded in Ling Luoyu's mind, very excited.

"That's right... The spiritual power of this magic weapon is above me, so when you fight, it completely crushed me, so you can't use it!"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

It is not a good method to be a magic weapon!

The control of magic weapons and the use of martial arts, in terms of spiritual energy consumption, is the comparison between high-speed rail and bicycle.

The exercises are high-speed rail, and the magic weapons are bicycles.

The same spiritual energy is consumed a lot when used on high-speed rail.

But if it is used on a bicycle, there will be basically no loss.

"Nothing, how could you not be so excited?"

I was so happy that I was so drunk!

Xu Wu instantly realized that his reaction was a bit heartless, and he changed into an extremely sad tone.

"Master, I feel sorry for you... This is an unchangeable fact!"

"Your uncle!"

“……”
Chapter completed!