Doomsday Pavilion

Even if Shan Ye did not throw out his amazing pair of double-edged axes, he still has the top physique among the second-order evolutionary people. The power of one punch and one kick is definitely not so easy to bear. You come and I don’t have much contact. In just one round, the five people of Dark Blade had blue noses and swollen faces. They only fell on the ground with their eyes closed and panting.

This is not because Shan Ye was injured too badly, but because TM is so embarrassing!

Two Tier Two and Three Tier Ones deal with a Tier Two drunk who doesn’t even use his original power. It was supposed to be a siege scene, but now they can’t even feel the clothes and corners of the other person-being molested like this, which Is there still a confrontation in the mood?It might be better to pretend to be dead on the ground.

Tearing down layer by layer, no matter how thick the skin is, there must be a limit.

Shan Ye stepped on a person's chest and held up the wine jar to drink-there was still wine in his wine jar!

The dripping wine dripped from the corner of his mouth, and the captain of the Dark Blade Hunting Team was all over his face.

"You're..."

Captain Darkblade regretted his decision to fall to the ground and pretend to be dead, his body's blazing original power rose, and he was about to struggle.

"Crack!"

Shan Ye forcefully spit out a mouthful of blood, "You...you..."

"Hahaha, happy! Drink the most beautiful wine and fuck the cheapest bastard!"

Shan Ye took the wine jar again, "For the bitch, do it!"

"Haha"

"Yes! For the bitch, do it!"

The captain of Dark Blade had already begun to guinea fowl in his heart.

Why don't you TM go up to the sky and stand side by side with the sun, Lao Tzu, is this so you can't see it?Everyone took a step back, borrowed this Po'er to get the donkey off first, right?

Damn, you're so good!!

It's a pity that it's too late to say anything, and the breastbone is shattered into seventeen or eight pieces, but now that he wants to resist again, it is also the grasshopper after the autumn that he can't get up.

Shan Ye poured the last drop of wine from the altar into his mouth, smirked up to the sky, and roared with red eyes, "Who else! Who else is not convinced! Stand up for Grandpa!"

"Hahaha, Lord Shan will dominate the rivers and lakes for generations to come."

"There are ten brave people in the world, and the mountain master owns nine of them. The remaining one is divided into the world."

"Smuggler..."

Shan Ye cast his eyes, pointing at the last person to speak and shouting,

"What are you looking at?"

"..."

Liu Kang shuddered, how dare you take this TM?!

"What are you looking at?!" Huang Dashan called again.

"I...I don't look at anything..."

"You don't look at me? You look at me. What do you say you don't look at? That is, Lord Shan is not? You scold me?"

"No, not really."

"You're just cursing me for not being something, come, come, grandson Wu, let grandpa teach you how to behave."

"..."

Will your conscience hurt?

Liu Kang looked desperate and confused, what's the matter?who am I?What am i doing?Where am i fromWhere am I going again?

Shan Ye yelled frantically for a while, and then played a drunken fist under everyone's dumbfounding eyes. He drank at least five jars of three-color snake wine and threw the wine jars everywhere.

How good is this to drink? Is Lin Chou's Sancai Snake Wine so digestible?

"Boom."

The last wine jar did not fall to the ground, and there was a muffled noise.

Shan Ye looked up at the yellow sky with the light behind his back, and every wind blew his hairy face obediently. Time was still at this moment, and everything was silent, like the only protagonist under the spotlight.

Someone whispered, "Mountain, Lord Shan!"

Huang Dashan looked back coldly.

A colder gaze stared at him, his body was huge, and under the background of the night and lights, it was like an ancient behemoth in black armor.

Hua Kuan Kumul swallowed the meat in his mouth, and lowered his head, the wine jar on his head fell on the palm of his hand, he sniffed it, and stuffed the wine jar into his mouth.

"Quack, quack."

Every sound seemed to chew the frozen gall of everyone on the hillside.

A hunter who dared to smash the head of a Tier 6 alien beast with a wine jar will be the only one who has never been slapped.

Of course, if Huang Dashan is really smashed into dust, it doesn't matter to everyone, you are happy, Lord Billowing. We just watch the excitement casually, and will not delay the interest of your elderly.

Huang Dashan didn't even see the rolling in front of him, and shouted harshly, "What are you looking at?"

"Shoo!"

A big pink tongue licked across Shan Ye's chest from left to right, and the leather armor of the third-order swamp snapping turtle on Huang Dashan instantly turned into strands of floc, and the dark muscles under it were faintly visible.

Shan Ye looked dumbfounded, his eyes were a little more sober, and he stammered hello.

"Hi, get out!"

Fuck you paralyzed!!

The hunters on a hillside began to wonder where they could slip faster, and when the Tier 6 behemoth became angry, wouldn't they clear their group of scum instantly?

"Wow!"

Rolling out a piece of wine jar residue from between his teeth and throwing it at the foot of the mountain master.

Shan Ye rolled his eyes and said righteously.

"Children can't drink!"

Who TM dared to drink to the sixth-order strange beast?

"Roar!"

The mountain master swayed back from ten meters away, and the nataka red beans on the ground were empty and blown to reveal a white ground, and even the soil was scraped off a thick layer.

"Then... that, bring the wine."

Who TM dares not to drink to the sixth-order strange beast?

A pile of jars filled with ten kilograms of wine, rolling in the palm of the hand, like a child holding a handful of sugar cubes, and then can't wait to stuff it into his mouth.

"Quack, quack!"

Rolling eyes lit up, and many adventurers saw smiles and happiness from its black and white bear face.

Floating up, rolling around in the air, and standing up in the air again, holding a bear's paw and kicking.

Shen Feng was taken aback, and then he was a little fascinated, "This...it's impossible, he's studying Master Shan's drunken fist! There are three points similar!"

After Shen Feng said, everyone thought about it carefully, and that punch and kick, crooked and rounded, round and tumbling look, wasn't it the same action Huang Dashan had just hit.

It's fine!

Surprisingly, this bear has become a fine!

"Wow!"

Shan Ye, who was slobbered again, turned to Bai Qiongshou and said, "Wine wine and wine! Go to Brother Lin for wine!!"

Bai Qiong shrugged, "I think you should let it eat you clean."

"I'm out! I'm out of circulation, I'm going to TM, or I won't let you be a ghost!"

An altar of three-color snake wine was generally delivered up with flowing water, sitting on the ground, dancing and dancing an altar of snake wine into his mouth, tasting it with heart, narrowed his big eyes, and looked intoxicated.

The Lord Shan is grinning like a concubine, his eyes are twitching. Even when he is half drunk and half awake, he can clearly see how he will look in the future. Tofu and peanuts chew with ham, right? He couldn't even eat peanuts. Lin Chou's peanuts must be expensive luxury goods again.

In short, he can't afford it.