Peerless Genius System

Eating barbecue, Sholo's divinity detected several human scents approaching him.

Have you finally met someone alive?

His mood is a little excited. If he meets a living person and asks where the other party's Optical Holy Land is located, he can directly launch the flight law and rush to the Optical Holy Land horse without stopping.

“Sex ~”

Accompanied by a few broken voices, four figures suddenly emerged from the woods with agile hands and crossbows and a knife gun in their hands. When they saw Sholo's face clearly, the four of them released their guard.

“Shit, it wasn't those little B-boys in Purple Moon Cave who made me happy!” One man scolded, long face, cross flesh, evil eyes, all the mouths of the rebels had on this man.

“Who said no, saw the fire, thought it was those little animals, and rushed to discover no, so disappointing, it seems that those little animals are not as dumb as pigs, dare to light a bonfire while fleeing.” Another humane.

“Forget the little animals. After so long, my stomach is already starving. It just happens to have a good raccoon power here, and it's not like I haven't had a harvest. ”

The long-faced man looked at the raccoon force in front of him and couldn't help but swallow his breath. He looked into Sholoh's breath and snorted cold. "A warrior in the district dared to come to the deep end of the forest. He really didn't know how to live or what shit luck he had taken, and he killed a raccoon force. ”

The other three similarly probed Sholo and laughed with disdain, a little martial artist, of course they didn't see it in their eyes, you know, the four of them are martial arts, exactly two realms higher than the martial artist, trying to step on the front of the kid is really easy.

Of course, they didn't know that Schollo, when he was in a non-combat state, had a restrained atmosphere that did not bring any sense of oppression, and they perceived him as a martial artist level, just because the true power in his body could not help but spill out of the body surface.

“What are you four gai muttering about there, tell Grandpa Duck how to get to the Guangxi Holy Land?” The Duck King stood up from the ground with a tiny wooden stick costume molded to remove residual food from his teeth, although it did not have human teeth.

A talking duck?

The four of us were all stunned, face to face, they all saw incredible colors from each other's eyes. You know, this beast wants to open up his mind and talk like a man, he must reach the level of beast demon. This duck who eats his belly and rolls is actually a beast demon?

Impossible. It doesn't smell right.

Four people carefully probed a duck emperor and found that its scent did not reach the realm of beast demons. It could not survive a fifth order beast. But how can a fifth order beast speak human language? What the hell is going on here?

“Fucking duck! ”

When the Duck King saw them stunned, he didn't say a word, and then he shouted at them and took off, and then he used it like a man's duck wings, and he just hit the face of the long-faced, “Dead Street (gai), Grandpa Duck asked you to talk, what are the stumps in here, no one talks, so don't give Grandpa Duck face. ”

The long-faced, fleshy man stunned for a moment, his muscles in the corner of his mouth sucked, and he raised his hand and slapped the duck king flying in the middle of the sky.

Duck Emperor was sturdy in the shooting, “Ga” screamed, the whole pen hit a big tree, then like a piece of soft mud, slowly sliding down the main tree trunk of the tree to the ground, dizzy, stood up and swayed, felt the heavens and earth spinning, it really was Venus.

“Shit, scared the shit out of me. What beast demon is a stinking duck who's worse than a fifth order beast!” The long-faced, fleshy man wiped a cold sweat on his forehead and shouted.

The other three are relieved, because you can be sure that the duck is not a beast demon, the beast demon is so powerful, how can they be slapped by them to fan fly, must have taken some magic medicine, so that you can speak.

“Kid, our brothers are hungry. You don't mind if I order you some barbecue? ”

The long-faced transverse man shook Sholoh and said in disdain, bending over with a knife to cut the raccoon meat beside him.

“Opinions!” Sholo stood up and said faintly.

Mm-hmm.

The four of them were stunned and cast a puzzling glance at him, and all of them couldn't help laughing.

“Kid, open your eyes and see what level we are and what level you are. ”

“A little martial artist, too, dares to speak up in front of our four martial arts and seek death? This is an endless forest, killing you to destroy the remains, even if you are bigger and weaker, there is only one split here. ”

“Eat your barbecue. Don't fuck with your face. Get lost! ”

The four of them ignored the fact that they cut the barbecue with a knife, as if they thought Sholo was no longer air.

“Goddamn it, kid, can you stand it? Fuck them!” The Duck Emperor was beaten, and all he hated about these people were itchy, but his strength was weak, and he could only encourage Sholo.

Sholo was ready to do it without the need for it to encourage him.

He is not muddy. He is polite to talk to him and ask for a few pieces of barbecue. He won't mind, but these four people always have a high breath, as if eating his barbecue is scriptural and natural, then he can never let them touch his barbecue.

“On the count of three, stop now, or die!” Sholo's desolate path, the dragon knife flew into his hand.

Four people were stunned by Sholo's words and laughed again like fools.

“Ha ha... Am I right? This kid said he was going to kill us. ”

“The little bastard ate the ambitious leopard, dare to talk to us like that, what level are you, not counting at all? ”

“Keep your eyes open, you're just a little martial artist, and we can bomb you to pieces by ourselves, you know! ”

The smile on the faces of the four people was ironic, and even eventually gradually turned into a cold smile, and there was a killing machine in their eyes. Obviously, Sholo's eyes were not open, making them uncomfortable, making them feel like killing each other. When they were full, they had to do it.

“One”

“Two”

Sholo looked at them, and there was an unbroken number.

“Ha-ha-ha... interesting little bastard!” Four strong men laughed even more and thought Sholo was a psychopath with a brain problem.

“Three”

And then the third one just counted, and the laughter of three of them stopped.

The man with the long face smelled only a strong smell of blood, and then he set his eyes on it. Sholo's knife was actually bleeding low. It wasn't there. Why is there blood now?

“Ahhh.”

At that time, a terrible scream sounded.

“Pfft, pfft, pfft.”

His three companions, uncontrolled blood spraying from the neck, weapons falling in their hands, eyes falling on the ground one by one, blood "gouging” coming out of their necks.