golden fishing village

Chapter 439 A Bitch
"boom!"

In the dimly lit hall, a heavy stone door was suddenly smashed into the air by a huge force, and then split into pieces in the air.Immediately afterwards, the other wooden doors also exploded, and sawdust flew across.

An earth-shattering roar came from the room, as if the whole hall was trembling.

In the courtyard outside the main hall, a dozen of his subordinates stood respectfully, trembling.

Lord Dragon King has a violent temper, and almost no one is not afraid.

Especially when Lord Dragon King is angry, it is possible to even kill people to vent his anger.So at this time, almost no one dared to step forward to touch the bad head.

After more than ten minutes, the angry roar gradually subsided.A subordinate cautiously stepped forward and said, "Lord Dragon King, the third son Sikong is here."

Only then did Feng Qinghe restrain his anger, and said in a deep voice, "How long have you been here?"

The subordinate replied cautiously: "It's been 10 minutes. He saw that you were busy, Lord Dragon King, so he didn't come over."

Feng Qinghe snorted coldly, and walked outside: "Take him to the tea room and wait for me."

He had just taken two steps when he stopped suddenly.He said to this subordinate: "Go and clean up the things in the hall."

This subordinate nodded quickly, and then walked into the hall respectfully.Suddenly, the door of the main hall slammed shut.In the next second, there were bursts of screams in the hall.

After 3 minutes, the screams had stopped.

A dead body lay at the door.His face was full of horror, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

Sikong walked slowly into the yard.

He glanced at the embarrassing scene in the hall, and couldn't help shaking his head.Then he said slowly: "What is it that can make the master so angry?"

He has known Feng Qinghe for a long time.

But he had never seen Feng Qinghe in such a state of out of control.

After all, Feng Qinghe is the Wild Dragon King, and he wants to maintain a sense of distance and mystery.

But this is almost impossible.

Feng Qinghe said coldly: "Wujue is dead."

"What! Brother Wujue is dead?"

After hearing the news, Sikong also showed a shocked expression.In his impression, Monk Wujue's strength is really not weak.When he did not defeat Feng Qinghe as his teacher, he was already one of the important thugs of the Black Dragon Gang.

Later, Feng Qinghe got the opportunity and transformed himself into the Wild Dragon King.

It was at that time that Monk Wujue officially worshiped Feng Qinghe as his teacher.In the past few years of his apprenticeship, Monk Wujue has been relatively low-key, and he seldom made a move.

But everyone in the Black Dragon Gang knew that Monk Wujue was very powerful.Even in the Black Dragon Gang, it is enough to be ranked.

Unexpectedly, he died so quietly.

Sikong asked in a deep voice: "How did Brother Wujue die? Master, didn't you give him a life-saving magic weapon?"

Feng Qinghe snorted coldly: "Yes. But what's the use of it! He was beaten to death."

"Beating to death..."

Hearing these four words, Fang Ming's face involuntarily appeared in Sikong's mind.

For some reason, he always felt that Monk Wujue's death had something to do with him.

Sikong asked: "Senior Brother Wujue, the accident happened in that place called Moon Island, right?"

Feng Qinghe snorted coldly: "That's right, the accident happened there. You tell me the situation on Moon Island."

"Looks like I need to go for a walk by myself."

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The surface of Dawang Bashi has been covered with layer after layer of cracks, just like a cracked egg shell, as if it will crack at any time.

The knife just now was the old monk in red who burned all the remaining spiritual consciousness, and then turned it into a knife with all his strength.Although the old monk in red is only the Wild Dragon King, the power of this knife is really not small.

Fang Ming roughly made a judgment.

If I really face this trick, I'm afraid I will be a little embarrassed.

Of course, this is just a little embarrassing.

At present, Fang Ming's hole cards are so many that even he himself can't count them.If you really use all of them, it will be enough to make the other party drink a pot.

"Crack."

The Dawang Bashi is full of cracks, but it will still be unbreakable.

Fang Ming walked forward with Jiedao, and gently pried it with the tip of the knife.There was only a "click", and the Jie Dao broke in two.

Fang Ming: "???"

This broken rock has been cracked like this, how could it be so hard?

If this shit doesn't have good things, the ghosts will believe it.

An ecstatic look appeared on Fang Ming's face, and he took out the broken sword from the jade wrench.This broken sword is like an iron lump, and the blade has not even been opened.Fang Ming used it to fight several times, but it could only be regarded as a brick to slap someone.

If it is used to cut people, it is estimated that even the strands of hair will be cut continuously.

But it's pretty good for a crowbar.After all, the Broken Sword is made of black iron, so it won't break no matter what you do.

Fang Ming inserted the broken sword into Wang Bashi's gap, and then pressed down lightly.Dawang Bashi barely supported it for a while, and then the gap gradually widened.

"boom!"

A fist-sized rock was pried off by Fang Ming and fell heavily on the ground.

When Fang Ming saw it, an expression of ecstasy suddenly appeared on his face: "There is a show!"

This broken sword is indeed made of black iron.

It turned out to be so much harder than imagined.

It seems that I have to take some time to go to Lu Qingyang's teacher.

On the one hand, of course, I want to thank Lu Qingyang for his free contribution to Zheng Yijian.

On the other hand...by the way, get a few more pieces of black iron.

"continue!"

Fang Ming immediately snapped off the cracks in Dawang Bashi's other stones.As the stones fell one after another, the things in Dawang Bashi gradually revealed their true colors.

It turned out to be a white egg.

The size of this egg is not small, almost as big as a basket.The white eggshell is round and round, looking like a dinosaur egg.

Even through the eggshell, Fang Ming could still feel the majestic energy inside the egg.

Xiao Wang Ba Yuanbao also slipped off Fang Ming's shoulder curiously, and stood on the stone to look around curiously.

It can feel the majestic fluctuations in this egg, and it seems to have a natural intimacy.

But Yuan Bao couldn't figure out what was inside.

At this moment, Fang Ming sighed from the side: "What a big bastard."

Uncle Turtle: "???"

Son of a bitch?
Little master, I found that your quality seems to have dropped a bit recently.

Why are you still yelling at people?

Fang Ming didn't seem to notice Yuan Bao's mental activity.He walked around the egg, and then said in admiration: "It's the same bastard, why is there such a big gap. Look at Yuan Bao, he is so big. Look at yourself, why is he so small? ?”

Uncle Turtle pouted.

In fact, Mr. Turtle is so small.

Mr. Turtle didn't release his real body, okay?

By the way, is this really a turtle egg?

Fang Ming thought for a while, and quietly let out a wisp of dragon energy.This turtle egg immediately swallowed up the dragon energy completely.

Fang Ming said solemnly: "This is not only a turtle egg, but also a dragon turtle egg."

(End of this chapter)