Reverend Insanity: Version 157: People with Hair

Five days later.

Three beams of light on Sancha Mountain, straight into the sky, penetrate into the clouds.

The red beam of light, as hot as fire, is the legacy of the blast king. The yellow beam of light, dazzling, is the heritage of the dog king. The blue beam of light, charming and charming, is the legacy of Xinwang.

After a few months, the three kings' heritage has begun again.

Yi Huo looked at the three beams of light on the top of the mountain, and the tiger's eyes under the eyebrows flickered with faint light.

"Is this the inheritance of the three kings? It really has a terrifying spirit! As long as I make a great contribution here, I can really rely on the merchant and change the name to become a merchant."

At this moment, there was a surge of passion in his heart.

"Well, this little beastmaster is a little ignorant, and has repeatedly refused me. However, he seems to know some secrets about the inheritance of the Three Kings. If I can save him, it will be very helpful for me to control Sancha Mountain.

Easy fire can't help thinking of Fang Yuan.

Yihuo is one of the five oldest people in the business. It has its own intelligence channels. He had known for a long time that Fang Yuan was in the merchant city and made a fortune by knowing the secrets of the three kings.

In addition, Fang Yuan has outstanding fighting ability, and has four rounds of intermediate combat ability.

Further, Bai Ningbing always advances and retreats with the Beastmaster, soliciting one of them will naturally get the other.

So, Yi Huo accepted Fang Yuan and showed his sincerity to impress Fang Yuan.

But Fang Yuan didn't know what to do, and refused repeatedly.

Yi Huo could not help but gradually grow angry: "When I come out of the three kings' inheritance, I will come to pinch this little beastmaster to let him know that it is not for anyone to sell for price! However, Now ... still suppressing these obstructing guys. "

Yi Huo regained his thoughts and turned his eyes to several people in the distance.

"Pink Butterfly Langjun" Kong Ritian!

"I dyed the sky into the sky" Long Qingtian!

Martial arts master Wushu!

Yingjia's old wing rushed!

These four people are all strong masters of the four revolutions. Every inheritance opens. Have to compare and compete first.

This time is no exception!

"Hahaha, the blast king inherited my reservation. Who dares to fight with me?" Yi Huo raised his head and laughed three times, the laughter was wild and imposing. He hugged his arms on his chest, his eyes widened, and he glanced at the four.

He is a Yan Dao Master, and the Blast King is also in the same genre. The inheritance of the explosive king is naturally his best choice.

"Huoyanyuan ..." Wushentong narrowed his eyes, murmured in his mouth, avoiding the prestige of Yihuo.

Yihuo is one of the top five players in the business. Strong and prosperous! Even Wu Shen Tong has to admit that he wants to be weak and vulnerable.

"Hum, I'll meet you!" Kong Ritian snorted coldly, and his whole body suddenly exploded, turning into a golden winged butterfly.

Kingdee has hundreds and thousands. The sharp blade-like butterfly wings shrouded in flames.

"Huoyanyuan, you've been in the limelight in recent years." Long Qingtian also smiled insincerely, pushing with a single palm.

Swipe.

A turquoise light palm, surrounded by poisonous smoke on the palm, breaks through the void, and pats it towards Yi Yi's face.

"I'll also teach you." Over there. Wing Chong hesitated, and shot violently.

Wow!

The clear water tide rises out of thin air.

A moment. Three four-turn top junior divisions, at the same time shot to Yihuo.

"Come here." Yi Huo pulled a arrogant smile into his mouth, straightened his arms, and then patted his palms against his chest.

Boom!

The flames are magnificent. Suddenly broke out.

In a flash, the red color. It covers the pillars of light passed down by the three kings, and illuminates the peaks of the three forks.

The blaze rose, fiercely hot and wild.

The flame easily covered the water waves, burned and sterilized the palms, and the swallow-winged and golden butterfly swarmed away. Fly to a distance, gathered together, and turned into Kong Ritian again.

"Is this his five-turn 蛊 燎 fire?" Seeing such a fire, Yichong and Long Qingtian's faces changed slightly.

Kong Ritian didn't say a word, Wushentong blinked.

"Yihuo is old and mighty!" The merchants shouted in excitement.

Yi Huo stands proudly in the flames, giving a god-like feeling. His fiery red hair, almost fused with the flames, was wildly fiery.

The flames dissipated swiftly, and he walked towards the red beam of light, the legacy of the king.

Along the way, the other four puppet masters looked at each other, their faces were more or less stiff and ugly, but none of them stopped. This is recognized by the power of Yihuo.

After Yi Huo entered the blasting king's tradition, Kong Ritian and the other four looked at each other, but no longer had any interest in fighting.

Among them, Kong Ritian and Long Qingtian entered the inheritance of Xinwang, while Wushentong and Yichong entered the inheritance of Inuwang.

"Yihuo is indeed one of the top five merchants in the business. It has five turns of maggots, and it is really powerful!"

"In these days, Yi Huo has repeatedly run to the Beastmaster, and the relationship is unusual."

"Huh! The two people in black and white are called the magic road, they are really running dogs. After spending some time in the business, they have a closer relationship with the merchant ’s owner and merchant, and everyone knows it."

A group of four-turn high-level puppet masters, watching Yi Huo overwhelm the other four puppet masters, headed into the pillar of inheritance and talked.

Things are grouped by classes, people are grouped by groups.

The four strongest peaks all go in and pass on these people, now it's their turn.

"A hundred-year-old boy, your **** daughter Xue Sansi was killed by the Beastmaster. When are you going to take revenge?" A righteous teacher in the crowd asked gloatingly.

Hundred-year-old boy snorted coldly: "Although Yihuo has not changed for five turns, the discussion just now is only a tentative test. No one has used real means. If you really want to fight, who is born or who is dead may not be. "

While having said that, in fact, he was very afraid.

He wanted to take the opportunity of Bai Ningbing's detention to find Fang Yuan's trouble.

But Yi Huo ran to Fang Yuan's residence repeatedly, and he had to hold his impulse and watch in silence.

Now that Yi Huo easily overwhelms the other four, the heart of the hundred-year-old boy is even more heavy.

"The great opportunity of the three kings' inheritance is right in front of them. Who would be stupid enough to fight for life and death? Let's go in too." Soon, the group of four-turn high-level puppet masters also entered the inheritance.

Fang Yuan climbed to a peak, and someone immediately recognized him.

"Little Beastmaster!"

"It's Founder."

"He went to believe in the king's lineage."

At the top of the mountain, at the mountainside. Many puppeteers watched Fang Yuan enter the beam of light.

"Did he really forget his companion?"

"Bai Ningbing is still under siege by the four seniors of the Iron Family, and his founder is turning a deaf ear, as if nothing like this had happened at all." Even the magic Taoist felt chilling.

"Look, this is the cold-blooded ruthlessness of the Master Taoist Master!"

"Fang Yuan ... you guy!" In the hood, Bai Ningbing also witnessed this scene.

She turned white with anger, clenched her fists and gritted her teeth fiercely.

You, the old four of you, look at me, I look at you.

They are in the situation at the moment. Quite awkward.

Although they successfully trapped Bai Ningbing, Fang Yuan did not come to the rescue. This made their stubborn tactics a rather ironic joke.

"Abominable! We have no avatars, this time the Three Kings inheritance is no longer ours!"

"Should we retreat?"

"Never! We four shot all together and found nothing. We retreated. This is an insult to our iron family, and for us in the future, I can't afford to look up!"

"What should I do?"

Three pairs of eyes are focused on the old man who is the head of the four olds.

The old man pondered for a while and made the next decision.

Just listen to him Shen: "Call for help! Merchants will come to the army, and our Tiejia will naturally have support. The current situation, the competition is more intense. Only the strength of the four-turn peak, can we win a place. As long as the family sends one A strong support from the top of the four-turn. In cooperation with our four four-turn mid-level power ... "

"Brother is right."

"The merchant has come to Yihuo, and we are now asking for help, and we will not be embarrassed."

"Yes, ask for support from the family!"

...

Boundless gray fog. It is full of Fang Yuan's vision, reminding Fang Yuan that he has entered the inheritance of Xinwang.

Fang Yuan looked around, he couldn't distinguish between northeast and southeast. But in the air, spring and autumn cicadas vibrate their wings slightly. it's here. The speed of time is still three times that of the outside world.

"Hurry up." Fang Yuan felt a sense of urgency.

The spring and autumn cicadas are constantly recovering. To him, it was an increasingly urgent life-saver.

He took out the paper crane and urged him.

To enter the letter king's heritage, the "key" needed is a paper crane. At this moment, Fang Yuan only had paper crane maggots in his hands. Other maggots, except Spring and Autumn Cicadas, were suppressed and locked by Tianwei Weili.

Paper cranes fly gently in the mid-air ahead, vibrating their wings, leading the way forward.

Fang Yuan followed the paper crane and slowly moved along.

He walked to a hill, a vague figure appeared in the fog.

"People, come outside, than, than a field." The silhouette said, his voice was rough and not continuous.

When Fang Yuan approached, the figure gradually became clear.

He is similar in shape to a normal human, with two hands on both hands. He had a big waist and a round waist, and was very stout. At the same time, he was covered with hair, brown hair on his chest, limbs, and even his face and buttocks.

He stared at Tongyuan with big eyes like bronze bells.

"Be, be better. Lose, die!" he growled, his eyes flushed, bloodshot, and his expression very grim.

Fang Yuan had anticipated that his appearance was calm and not unexpected.

This is a stranger.

There are strange beasts in the beast, such as the badminton in the tiger group, the jackal in the wolf group, and the jackal in the dog group. There are strangers among people, and Fang Yuan now encounters one of the strangers—Mao Min.

Mao Min is covered with hair, even with a layer of fluff on his eyelids. This stranger has low-level wisdom and is born with the talent for refining.

In the inheritance of Xinwang, there is a group of Mao people, which is a hindrance to the advancement of martial artists. Only by surpassing them can we move on. And if they lose to Mao Min, the division will be torn apart by the powerful Mao Min to become their food.

"Come on." Fang Yuan stood ten steps away from Mao Min, looking calm.

In the air, several puppets flashed out of thin air, and some materials fell to Fang Yuan's hands lightly.

At the same time, Mao Min also got the same copy.

The refining has begun.

The winner is born, the loser is dead!