Ghost School

Chapter 107 Fatty wants to demolish mountains

This scene was completed in an instant, before Long Pang could even keep up with Zhang Xiaomeng's speed, he saw the coffin guards flying out.

"It turns out that my cute baby is so awesome."

Fatty Long's eyes widened, and he looked at the figure who was not tall. At this time, it seemed that there was a golden light blessing on him, making people unable to help but worship him.

Looking back at Xuan Lingzi, still chanting words, jumping left and right, going crazy for a while, dancing for a while, Fatty Long spent half a second in thought.

He looked at the mahogany sword in his hand, and Fuchen, like a fool, guarding the lunatic behind him.

"Fuck, Daoist, can you do it? After you finish dancing, the coffin guards will be skinned by my cute baby. It's better to guard you than my cute baby."

Long Pang directly gave up his protection of Xuan Lingzi, and quickly came to Li Wudao and Li Yitu, looking at the back of Zhang Xiaomeng standing in the front.

The coffin guard struggled frantically on the ground, and two purple fire dragons circled around its body non-stop.

Roar!
The coffin guard suddenly slapped the ground, his huge body stood in the air, his blood eyes fixed on Zhang Xiaomeng.

"Oops."

Zhang Xiaomeng's heart skipped a beat when he saw the coffin guards like this.

The spirit coffin guard still has the power to resist, and the purple-gold fire dragon that still exists can't stop it.

At the same time, Zhang Xiaomeng felt that he was locked, which was a very dangerous feeling.

Zhang Xiaomeng jumped up quickly, and the ground ruler in his hand burst into black light again, and shot at the coffin guard again. His speed had already become a black phantom, but the coffin guard's speed was even faster .

Hearing the whistling sound, Zhang Xiaomeng was slapped and flew out with the ground ruler, and fell heavily beside Long Pang and the other three.

"Xiaomeng" the three shouted anxiously, quickly helped Zhang Xiaomeng up.

Zhang Xiaomeng's face was pale, and before he could say a word, a mouthful of bright red blood spewed out, staining the concerned Long Pang.

Fatty Long was stunned by the sudden rush of blood. Zhang Xiaomeng's face was as white as tinfoil, and his body lost a bit of aura. With Yitu's support, he still couldn't stand steadily, as if he was about to fall down at any moment.

Zhang Xiaomeng's blood flowed down Fatty Long's cheeks in streams, and the whole world turned blood red in Fatty Long's eyes.

Long Pang turned around abruptly, his wretched little eyes that usually looked at girls were now filled with cold gaze.

"You dare to hurt my cute baby?" Holding a mahogany sword in one hand and a whisk in the other, he walked step by step towards the coffin guards standing in the air.

Boom boom boom!
Every time Fatty Long took a step, the ground trembled, and his murderous aura became stronger.

"What are you doing, fatty, you are looking for death, come back quickly." Li Yitu had been taking care of Zhang Xiaomeng and didn't notice the change of Fatty Long. Seeing him walking towards the coffin guards, he immediately wanted to stop him.

But Li Wudao stretched out his hand, stopped him, and shook his head lightly at him, Li Yitu noticed the change in Fatty Long, and his eyes narrowed involuntarily.

Fatty Long approached step by step, but the coffin guards completely ignored him. Those bloody eyes stared at the extremely weak Zhang Xiaomeng, as if they would not be reconciled until the person who hurt him was torn apart.

"Roar..." The guard of the coffin moved, and it would not move forward, but now it turned into a black shadow and charged directly towards Zhang Xiaomeng.

"How dare you hurt my Xiaomeng."

A roar shook the heavens and earth, and then an extremely huge black shadow like a wall intercepted the coffin guard at an even faster speed, and the black shadow didn't stop, just slammed into it directly and crazily.

"Anyone who hurts my cute baby will die."

After a lifetime of roaring, a violent collision sounded like two pieces of solid metal directly exploded in the air.

The coffin guard's body flew out. A mahogany sword was stuck on his head as strong as steel. His blood eyes dimmed a little, as if he couldn't believe that he was beaten into the air twice by humans.

At this time, Long Pang's fat body fell from the sky. He held the whisk in one hand, and there was a white light on the whisk, and rushed towards the coffin guards.

brush!
The fly whisk hit the coffin guard's body, and there was a sizzling sound, as if it had been corroded, and obvious scars appeared on the body surface of the coffin guard.

"Fuck you, let you hurt my cute baby, and he vomited blood. I am the only one who can bully my cute baby, and no one else can even be the king of heaven." Fatty Long cursed, and every time he finished a sentence, he used The white light whisk in his hand whipped.

After a while, the coffin guard's body became covered with scars.

Zhang Xiaomeng finally regained some clarity, seeing Li Yitu and others beside him, he smiled happily.

"It's a good thing I didn't die, otherwise how would I go to see the Bingbing Goddess."

A weak smile spread across Zhang Xiaomeng's face, which relieved the worried Li Yitu and the others.

"It's a good thing you're fine, otherwise I'm afraid this mountain will be demolished by Fatty." Li Yitu said obviously relaxed.

At this time, even Li Wudao, who has always been reticent, showed a smile, and Zhang Xiaomeng was stunned.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Xiaomeng was a little confused, he actually saw Li Wudao smiling.

"Aren't you a bully? You've got it, aren't you bullying my cute baby? Don't lie on the ground like a dead dog? Can't you kill a bunch of psychics in seconds? Get up!"

Fatty Long roared.

Zhang Xiaomeng's eyes widened, and he saw that Fatty Long was holding the coffin guard with one hand, beating the coffin guard crazily like the Hulk in the movie, and even came to a jack seat and sat down on the coffin guard There was a crackling sound on his chest.

At this moment, Fatty Long saw Zhang Xiaomeng who was able to stand on his own. He wiped off the blood on his face and smiled.

"Xiaomeng, are you alright?" Long Pang quickly ran over and stood beside Zhang Xiaomeng.

"Fuck. Fatty, are you alright?" Zhang Xiaomeng called out directly, and he looked at Fatty Long from head to toe.

He still had a humble look, and still had a mighty body of two hundred catties. It seemed that he had nothing to do with the mighty and extraordinary man who beat the coffin guards like sandbags just now.

"What can I do, as long as you're fine." Fatty Long stretched out his hand to pat Zhang Xiaomeng's shoulder, but just as he stretched out his hand, he rolled his eyes and fell down like a piece of bread.

"Fatty man, what's wrong with you, don't scare me?" Zhang Xiaomeng wanted to support Long Pang, but his weak body couldn't drag Long Pang's weight of two hundred catties, and fell to the ground along with Long Pang .

(End of this chapter)