Feng Chenglin looked at the tongue on the ground disgustingly: "These things that attacked us just now should be... It looks so disgusting!"

"Stir"

The tongue closest to them suddenly felt something, slowly shaking, and swayed at them, making a slight sound.

Feng Chenglin frowned: "What, can this tongue still understand me?"

Before he finished speaking, the tongue suddenly blew away like a wind, raised its tip high, like a snake's letter at the same time, and then rushed towards Feng Chenglin without warning.

Feng Chenglin was not the one who was spoiled by it. After a sudden attack, he raised his fist, which he had already clenched, and punched him hard at the tip of his tongue.

"Thorny"

The tip of the tongue was broken, and blood sprayed, instantly pouring the two of them into blood.

Feng Chenglin swears and wipes away the blood from his face.

Before he could look up, he heard the strong wind that was galloping in again.

The other heads of the Nine-Headed Dragon rushed over with a roar. The ferocious facial features had no lethality, but they looked quite cunning.

Feng Chenglin raised his hand again, bursting out his absolute beast-shaped power, using a pair of iron fists to fight against several big heads.

There was no suspense, wherever the fist passed, there were continuous explosions of explosions.

Blood splattered, blood storm.

All the nine-headed dragon's heads were smashed to pieces by Feng Chenglin in the blink of an eye.

"This guy...is nothing amazing?"

Feng Chenglin shook the blood on his hands, looked at the plasma everywhere disdainfully, and kicked a head away.

"I thought that what was waiting for us was a bloody battle, but I didn't expect it to be solved so easily. If I had known this, I should have brought that guy here to see how powerful we are!"

In their understanding, the terrifying nine-headed dragon that can be occupied here for so many years must have had extraordinary blood.

When fighting against such a guy, you must show absolute strength.

So, they did not bring Hua Tiehai in, but asked him to stay outside. The two of them came in and explored the way first.

Unexpectedly, after three or two punches, all the troubles were easily solved.

Without his head, the nine-headed dragon turned into a ball of soft flesh, lying there motionlessly, with its huge body like a mountain of meat.

Feng Chenglin walked over to it: "If such a big piece of meat is taken outside, it will probably feed a lot of people, right?"

He suddenly became excited and turned to look at Ling Luoyu.

"San Young Master, should we get it out? In this case, we will be the savior!"

Who knew that Ling Luoyu looked behind him with strange eyes, and his eyes moved up little by little.

"Fatty..."

Feng Chenglin had a bad premonition in his heart. He suddenly turned his head and looked, opened his eyes immediately, and opened his mouth incredibly.

"Damn..."

Hell!

It's so fucking hell.

What's this matter?

What's going on?

The nine-headed dragon, who had just been blown away by him, died so much that he could not die again, and he actually... lived again!!

Even if he doesn't want to believe such a damn thing, he can't believe what he saw with his own eyes.

Feng Chenglin subconsciously looked at his hands, then looked at the Nine-Headed Dragon.

The nine heads that were just shot by the nine-headed dragon were intact at this time.

What's strange is that under their feet, there are still nine broken heads left.
Chapter completed!