Chapter 897 (1/2)

Dong Wenfeng only felt a cold air hitting his chest. He soon realized that the skill of this 100 disabled Taoist was still above himself.

Even if he was captured by a hundred disabled Taoists at the moment, he had no worries about his life because of the protection of the nine gods' body protection and divine skill.

”Smelly boy, I have already advised you. Why are you so stubborn?” there was an aggressive murderous look in the eyes of the hundred disabled Taoist priest.

”I have a bad habit. I always fart when I talk to irrelevant people.” Dong Wenfeng waved and pushed, and gathered all his Qi into these two fists. The hundred disabled Taoist priest reacted quickly and immediately took his palm to resist. He saw four palms hitting each other, and the two retreated a big step. Dong Wenfeng was even more uncomfortable, Spit out a pool of black blood.

”Brother Wenfeng, you're bleeding...” Song Xiaoyun, who was watching the war from a distance, was very anxious when she saw Dong Wenfeng vomit blood. She immediately ran over and looked at the beads of sweat on Dong Wenfeng's forehead. Tears didn't know they fell down. After that, Lao song also rushed over. I didn't expect that these people were so mean. How could he bear to deal with young master Dong one after another.

”Sister yun'er, don't worry. This little injury won't hurt.” Dong Wenfeng said this sentence reluctantly, coughing uncontrollably.

In fact, Dong Wenfeng is really a hundred disabled Taoist. The power of this palm has already surpassed himself. In addition, he has just closed down a few days ago, and his martial arts have long been far better than his advance. Although Dong Wenfeng said it was all right, he didn't want song Xiaoyun to worry about himself.

Moreover, if you want to recover, you must immediately sit down and regulate your breath, with the help of the nine gods' body protection and divine skills, you can recover from the past. Otherwise, I'm afraid these accomplishments will be reduced by at least half.

It's just that the form is critical at the moment. If you carefully regulate your breath and body, it is obviously impractical, and these covetous people will certainly not agree.

”Who are these people? Why must they kill you?” Song Xiaoyun still couldn't help asking. She took out a white handkerchief and wiped it gently at the corner of Dong Wenfeng's mouth. The snow-white handkerchief turned red in an instant.

”Right and wrong in this world may not be clear. Some people don't have a grudge against you, but they hate you. I don't have a deep hatred with these people. In the final analysis, I touched the interests of these people because they wanted to kill me.” Dong Wenfeng said this in a loud voice, as if he had clearly revealed the purpose of these people.

In the back, Su Zhenyi was very happy to see Dong Wenfeng beaten black blood by his master. Hearing Dong Wenfeng say these words again, he couldn't help laughing. Unexpectedly, he was dying and chatted with his sister. I don't know how much time you have to talk, but to be honest, this smelly boy's heterosexual relationship is really good to explode. Every woman with excellent appearance will know this smelly boy. Tong Waner, a cheap woman, was the woman I missed so much. I'm afraid she has become this bastard woman at this time. At the thought of this, I couldn't help getting angry. Besides, the woman in front of me was also good. Looking at her pure dress, I'm afraid she's still a young college student. Later, as soon as Dong Wenfeng is settled and divides the land boundary with Zhang Wenhua, I must include this woman in the account.

Su Zhen's obscene expression was completely unlike the appearance of the three CHILDES of Hechuan. He didn't know that he was too dreamy and couldn't help causing a psychological reaction.