Chapter 2477 (1/2)

”Han 3000, see? Who is the real owner of Pangu axe? With your mediocrity, I'm afraid Pangu axe can only be used to cut firewood. ”

Can only be used to cut firewood?!

Just a word, but constantly reverberate in Han 3000's heart at this time.

Yes, Han 3000, the king of ten thousand utensils in his hand, did not exert his real power from the beginning to the end. It's not too much to say that he was tyrannical.

It's not that it's not strong enough, but that it's not good enough.

Strong guilt even made Han 3000 feel inferior at this time!

”No!” Suddenly, Han 3000's eyes were fixed: ”what did you do to Xiao Tao?”

The only way to crack Pangu's axe is that the key core is earlier than Xiaotao, Pangu's last successor. Han Sanqian absolutely believes that Xiaotao is not the kind of person who can tell right from wrong. He tells these monks about Pangu's axe method!

So, she must be forced!

However, what can make a great descendant of Pangu tell these secrets? We should know that the Pangu people have gone through two exterminations, and they have always kept their mouth shut. They are even willing to bear the suffering of their souls being refined, but they are not willing to tell outsiders a little secret.

Xiao Tao is the only descendant of Pan Gu. Even though she has been forgotten, Han 3000 believes that Pan Gu's blood will never let her sell the family secrets at will.

She will definitely be the same as her clan leader, for the sake of secret, fearless of life and death!

But this is exactly the reason why han 3000 is angry now. A person is not afraid of life and death. What will he say the secret for!?

Is it human torture?

It must be!

Thinking of this, the nameless fire in Han 3000's eyes is burning madly.

He regards Xiaotao as his own sister all the time. When she is in danger, she tells herself how to use Pangu axe. At this time, she is tortured. How can Han 3000 not be angry?!

Think of poetry outside the city and help from almost suffered, Han 3000 anger such as volcanic eruption.

Looking at the old monk's smile, Han 3000 didn't even wait for his sword to fall down. Instead, he waved his fist and rushed to it angrily.

”Old thief, I'll take your dog's life!”

Punch, force!

Instant hit!

The air was torn and ignited by friction, and Han 3000's fists rushed up with a raging fire.

Seeing that Han 3000 attacked directly with his flesh at this time, the old monk smiled coldly: ”it's really Yuchun. Do you think I'm afraid of you with your broken fists?”