"Ahhhhh!"
"warrior!"
"Dragon Flame Warrior!"
Seeing Qin Changfeng at the scene, they immediately became excited. People in Liangshan worship fire and the strong. At this time, it can be regarded as the perfect fusion of strength and fire. If you don't scream crazily at this time, when will you scream?
The voices of hundreds of thousands of people broke through the sky and were deafening.
"this……"
Pei Yanran didn't dare to open her eyes at first. When she heard that these people were going crazy, she opened her eyes tremblingly and looked around.
Qin Changfeng is okay?
That lit firewood, that hot oil... He was okay?
"Damn it!"
Shama Zhuoyi's face was ashen.
You know your own business. He had someone prepare this oil pan, so he naturally knew what was in it... He just bet that Qin Changfeng wouldn't dare to put his foot in it...
But now...
He not only stretched it out, but also stirred it up with his feet.
humiliation!
What a shame!
"Headman, this..."
"Shama, what's going on?"
Everyone else on the high-rise building was stunned.
What can Shama Zhuoyi say? He was so angry that he wanted to kill someone, but he could only endure it.
The atmosphere of the whole place has reached a climax with this warrior from Long Yan. Washing feet in a pan of oil, who has seen this before? Isn’t this the blessing of divine power?
People waved their hands and weapons as hard as they could, drank wine, and danced.
The first oil pan.
Second oil pan.
The third……
Qin Changfeng came over one by one, thinking that he needed to delay time. He was in every pot, washing his feet vigorously, wishing he could rub some mud off...
Jimu Youla was so angry that his whole body was shaking.
I have been preparing for such a explosive appearance for so long, and then I made a wedding dress for someone else?
The key is that you stole my limelight.
You should hurry up!
Um.
Qin Changfeng was not in a hurry.
He used his feet to grasp the temperature of the oil pan - he felt that after walking around, the temperature had not yet risen.
then……
He waved to the impatient Jimu Youla, and then he ran back from the end to the end.
"boom!"
Jimu pulled hard and almost fell down.
Have you ever played like this?
As expected, none of the Longyan people are authentic!
Qin Changfeng, just like that, has come around again.
Then, from beginning to end, from end to beginning...
Qin Changfeng also changed several postures...
Every change of posture ignited the audience. Many people knelt down and worshiped.
God!
God's messenger!
that's all.
After Qin Changfeng felt his feet were burning, he ran down from above with a huff, then returned to Jimu Youla again, and said with a smile: "This Bimo, it's your turn!"
roll!
Get out of here!
I do not want to see you!
Jimu pulled back and almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
Now, you want me to come? How dark is your heart? They're all here to show off, so that's pretty much it. Keep a line in your life so that we can meet again in the future. If you play like this, how can you be a fellow-minded person in the future?
"superior!"
"Big Bimo, come on!"
"Let's dance and let them Longyan people see how powerful our big Bimo is!"
Obviously, the passion of the people at the scene had been ignited by Qin Changfeng, and they were all shouting. Jimu Youla is about to cry, okay?
This is the time to put your feet in so as not to get fried pig's trotters!
Qin Changfeng continued to smile and said, "Why, you're not coming?"
Come on, fuck me!
Jimu Youla sighed deeply and muttered something. He took a basin of water from Suni beside him. He held the basin in one hand and dipped some water in the basin with the other. Then he sprinkled it on the ground as he walked. ——He just walked over from the ground in a grand manner.
"I go!"
"That's it?"
"He doesn't dare anymore, he's too scared!"
"Hahahahaha!"
"Fake!"
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
Before Qin Changfeng and Liu Zheng could say anything, the Liangshan people who were watching all laughed and were filled with indignation. But it didn't work, that's it. No matter what you said, I continued to recite the words of ghosts and gods, and walked over the ground shamelessly.
Shama Zhuoyi was furious.
The carefully prepared oil pan appeared, but Qin Changfeng took the lead. He also knows that when entering the oil pan at this time, one word is death!
Jimu Youla became the joke of the whole audience.
Naturally, the middle-crotch group also became a laughing stock. The leaders on the high-rise building also laughed loudly, making Shama Zhuoyi unable to keep his face off.
The tribesmen who were wearing trousers were even more dejected and cursed one after another.
"My lord, what a great trick!"
Shamazhuo's eyes looked murderous.
Liu Zheng chuckled: "Both each other..."
Shama Zhuoyi snorted coldly: "Then let us Liangshan people see what your Aluba is like. If you pretend to be a ghost, I'm afraid you won't be able to pass this test!"
Liu Zheng smiled and was noncommittal.
The curiosity of others was also aroused.
Aluba...
This year he is just an eight-year-old boy. What tricks can he pull off in this kind of situation? Such a child would normally feel weak in the face of hundreds of thousands of people, let alone a high-profile entrance?
Huo Buquli smiled coldly, knowing that it was time for him to stand up at this time, and shouted loudly: "People of the Yinuo tribe, welcome the son of the black dragon!"
"Welcome the son of the black dragon!"
"Son of the Black Dragon!"
There are more than 100,000 Yinuo ethnic groups, and the mountains roar and the tsunami roars, and the earth shakes.
All of a sudden, it attracted the attention of others.
Son of the Black Dragon...
During this period of time, the name of the Son of the Black Dragon has been very popular in the Liangshan area and is familiar to everyone. Although people don't take it seriously, they can't help but be affected by it.
In fact, many people yearn for a unified religion and a unified country.
But I don’t dare to say these words...
The scene of hundreds of thousands of people instantly fell silent.
Everyone is watching eagerly.
Everyone is looking forward to it.
Everyone is curious.
How will this son of the black dragon enter the scene, taking advantage of the general trend? The way he enters will determine the status, popularity, and belief he gains in the Torch Festival this time.
"welcome!"
"Son of the Black Dragon!"
Huo Buqu was hoarse.
At this moment, a dragon boat appeared on the Qiong Sea. Everyone heard the sound and looked.
Liu Zheng smiled slightly.
The way Aluba appears today is definitely a big production and a big scene...
He himself was looking forward to it.
"That's it?"
Shama Zhuoyi was beside him, laughing mockingly.
He couldn't see anything strange about it.
Other Liangshan people also cursed loudly.
This dragon boat is not small, and it is very gorgeously decorated.
But you must have divine power!
Is this bullshit?
However.
The next moment, the noisy voices in the audience suddenly fell silent.
At this time, Aluba, who was dressed in fine clothes, slowly walked down from the dragon boat, and then walked slowly into Qionghai with bare feet.
Yes.
He was just like that, with his eyes closed and mumbling something.
Step by step, walking on the water without sinking!
He seems to be the son of a black dragon who came from ancient times, so Qionghai cannot drown him!
The whole place was in a crazy uproar!
