The eyes of the demon-suppressing master of White Horse Temple turned red at this time, and his whole expression became crazy. The artillery fire did not break his pure Zen body, but only made him feel more pain in his stomach.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help it anymore, turned around, found a place, and continued to pour out.

But the anger in his heart had completely burned at this time, making his whole person look a little crazy.

But before the demon-suppressing master from White Horse Temple finished pouring out, a black figure fell from the sky again, and after also showing a hand flying in the air, it hit Yu Liancheng heavily, and Yu Liancheng spat out a mouthful of blood again.

"His grandma, if I don't show off my power, you think I'm a sick cat. I... damn, here we go again."

After Black Mountain Bear landed on the ground, he cursed loudly. He was practicing the Thirteen Taibao Cross-training Golden Bell Shield. Although his defense was not broken, his stomach was unbearable.

He only said half of his words before he turned around and ran towards Master Fumo, and then the two of them resumed their original positions.

At this time, two more figures fell from the sky and hit Yu Liancheng.

However, the two of them did not stand up. The Blood River Sword Technique of Blood River Tower killer Wu Qing was the main killer, and he had never practiced any horizontal training techniques. He was completely unable to defend against him.

The same goes for Nanjian Duan Cheng of the Dian Cang Sect, who looked extremely miserable.

Yu Liancheng spat out a mouthful of blood again. At this time, he was completely stunned. He suddenly felt that he should not have come to the North-South Green Forest Conference. Coming here was the biggest mistake of his life.

………

After five minutes of actual bombardment, the Big Muscle Team and the Top 0 Team began to quickly converge on the grenades, and then carried AK47s and submachine guns on their backs.

After Deng Xian put away the telescope, he said: "Inform the other two teams and prepare to start besieging the mountain temple from all sides. This time we will definitely gain a lot."

"Don't worry, I've already said it, let's do it!" the donkey of the production team said eagerly.

We’ve almost finished playing with artillery, and it’s time to take a walk with the rifle.

"Then let's begin!"

Following Deng Xian's order, the four teams quickly approached the mountain temple from four directions.

There was no one standing outside the entire mountain temple at this time, and everything was in a mess.

Deng Xian and others rushed into the courtyard of the Shanshen Temple without encountering any obstruction.

After kicking open the door, Deng Xian saw several figures still squatting on the mountain temple.

One of the figures had a thick piece of cloth wrapped around his head, but the cassock on his body was so conspicuous.

The other figure also had a thick piece of cloth wrapped around his head, but it was difficult to identify who it was, except that his butt was so dark.

"The colors of these butts look so familiar!" Dongcheng Azu said as he touched his head.

Hearing this, the Zaun artist said: "What does it mean to look familiar? Aren't these the same butts that were blown up by the anti-aircraft gun team? It's unforgettable."

"Oh, are these those flying in the air?" Dongcheng Azu seemed to have remembered something.

Hearing this, the Zu'an artist said: "Why do you look down on others? Have you ever had such an experience of flying in the air?"

"I don't want to have it. Let's leave it to them. The experience is too exciting and most people can't bear it." Dongcheng Azu said, shaking his head like a rattle.

Hearing this, the P Society war criminal said: "It's indeed a bit exciting. I suddenly want to interview them about their current thoughts."


Chapter completed!