Chapter 338: Borrowing a Fire to Roast...Sweet Potatoes

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Duan Yun never paid much attention to Bu Fang. In his eyes, if it is not Supreme, then there is no need to pay attention to it at all.

In this mere place of trial, Duan Yun is very confident that he can definitely be invincible at the same level, and anyone under the Supreme can be easily killed in his hands.

His confidence comes from his background and his own strength cards.

But the scapegoat in front of him... completely shattered his self-confidence, making him look a little dazed.

It was just a pot, and he thought it might be smashed to pieces with a single slap.

But the truth is always so cruel.

Duan Yun slapped the black cauldron with his palm. To his surprise, the black cauldron did not move at all. The huge recoil force made his palm tingle, but the black cauldron was still intact.

He was stunned, and the huge force pressed his arm, so that the arm that was pressed by the black pot hit his head.

Boom...

With a pleasant muffled sound, Duan Yun's head was hit like this, and his whole body became messy. In front of his eyes, it seemed that there were countless stars floating.

The buzzing sound resounded in his ears, his eyes were blurred, his ears were buzzing, and he was stunned.

Holding the basalt pot with one hand, Bu Fang approached Duan Yun.

After all, Duan Yun's cultivation is extremely strong. Although he was a little dizzy when he was hit by the Xuanwu pot, Duan Yun soon recovered. This guy is stronger than the blood guard who was at the top of the eighth rank. tough.

His vision was blurry, Duan Yun finally saw the scene in front of him clearly, and an expressionless face fell into his eyes.

When he came back to his senses, his pupils shrank.

"I didn't feel dizzy...then do it again."

Bu Fang muttered, and because they were very close to each other, Bu Fang's muttering fell into Duan Yun's ears without missing a word.

The corner of Duan Yun's mouth twitched, and he opened his mouth to say something, but Bu Fang didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Grabbing the basalt pot, with a bang, Duan Yun was knocked unconscious again by the pot.

Duan Yun is definitely crying in his heart at the moment when he was knocked out by a cauldron with his eighth rank God of War cultivation.

Bu Fang held the basalt pot in one hand and Duan Yun who was knocked unconscious by him in the other, standing on the spot.

The raging flames gradually dissipated as Duan Yun fainted.

Tear!

There was a loud bang, and in the depths of the dense forest in the distance, there was a sonic boom that tore the bowstring.

An arrow shining with true energy shot towards Bu Fang's head as fast as a shooting star.

The power of this arrow is very terrifying, much stronger than the disciples of the Haotian Tower below.

Bu Fang felt a gust of hot wind cutting towards him, as if trying to tear his skin apart.

Subconsciously, he blocked the Xuanwu pot in front of him.

Ding!

With a very crisp sound, the arrow hit the basalt pot, followed by a burst of sparks,

It splashed and fell into the distance.

Green smoke was lingering in Bu Fang's hands, and the basalt pot disappeared after that.

Bu Fang exhaled, shook his numb palms, grabbed the fainted Duan Yun and the lion-head magic potato in Duan Yun's hands, and turned to leave.

Xiaobai raised his mechanical arm and scratched his round head, the purple light in the mechanical eyes faded and turned rosy. 【△Web WwW.】

Looking at Bu Fang's leaving back, the others didn't have the guts to go forward and say something.

Two pots knocked out an eighth-rank God of War powerhouse who crushed so many Haotian Tower powerhouses. Who the hell is this guy who is holding a pot? Why is it so scary? !

Ye Pang's face was full of excitement, it turned out that this Bu Fang was actually an unfathomable and strong man, he was so... so wrong.

The woman and the serious-faced man were quite embarrassed. They thought it was a bit ridiculous when they thought of the previous advice to Bu Fang.

At first they thought they had rescued Bu Fang from the wolves, but they never imagined that even without them, the pack of wolves would have turned into Bu Fang's delicacy.

They were a little self-indulgent, and even pretended to be coercive in front of such strong men...

So embarrassing.

Fortunately, Bu Fang ignored them, otherwise they really didn't know how to face Bu Fang.

Crash.

Several figures galloped from the dense forest, and the one at the front was a pretty girl.

"sister!"

Seeing that beautiful figure, Ye Pang's eyes lit up immediately, and he waved his arm at the girl, shouting.

Ye Ziling felt a chill in her heart when she saw the people who were in such a panic and the residual heat in the air. There was no doubt that her support came a bit late.

However, she was also a little puzzled, because before she came, she saw the back of a person standing in front of Ye Pang. She felt a little familiar with that back, and as soon as she got close, that figure disappeared. .

"I always feel that the back looks familiar..." Ye Ziling frowned and thought carefully, but after thinking for a long time, she still didn't have any clue, after all, it was just a glimpse.

She didn't think about it, so she didn't bother to think about it. She was relieved to see that many strong men in Haotian Tower were still alive. Although many disciples died, at least there were quite a lot of people alive.

"You boy, go back obediently, this time I really almost scared my sister to death!" Although Ye Ziling was cute, she also put on a big sister in front of Ye Pang, and scolded dissatisfiedly.

She didn't look like a follower behind Ni Yan at all.

Ye Pang grinned, and then excitedly told Ye Ziling about the scene of the battle just now, especially vividly depicting Bu Fang's inscrutable appearance.

...

Duan Yun felt a jolt, and his head felt like it was about to explode.

Taking a breath of cool air, he slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a pitch-black night sky that was constantly receding, and a little white belly had already appeared in the distance.

thump thump...

Duan Yun felt as if his head was constantly heaving and rubbing against the ground, causing burning pain.

After waking up, his eyes kept opening wide, and then he finally realized that he seemed to be being dragged on the ground by his feet...

This pose is so awkward.

Duan Yun felt an unprecedented humiliation, so he began to struggle.

"Who are you? Let me go!"

"Do you know who I am? You bastard of the Trial Land!"

Bu Fang grabbed Duan Yun's leg, and suddenly found that Duan Yun behind him seemed to wake up, chattering non-stop.

Bu Fang frowned, turned his head to look at the gray-haired man who was staring at him, the corner of his mouth twitched, and the heavy basalt pot reappeared in his hand with green smoke.

Duan Yun looked at the black pot in horror, then at the expressionless Bu Fang, and then realized that the black pot was magnified in his eyes.

Boom... He was knocked out again.

However, with his physique, he soon regained consciousness, and Bu Fang frowned and knocked again.

When he woke up for the third time, Duan Yun stopped struggling and lay on the ground helplessly, letting Bu Fang drag him.

Duan Yun didn't hesitate, and Bu Fang didn't bother knocking him out. He quickly walked out of the valley and found a place with a good location. Bu Fang then put Duan Yun down.

The fish-belly white in the sky was getting whiter and whiter, and soon there was sunlight projected from the outside, passing through the cracks in the broken leaves, and reflected on the ground, like crumbling gold sprinkled all over the ground.

Duan Yun finally felt the oppressive sense of being blamed disappear, struggled up from the ground, rubbed his swollen head, and looked at the figure in the distance with grief and indignation.

Looking at that figure, Duan Yun became even more indignant.

Because he found that the lion-head magic potato he snatched from the group of Haotian tower powerhouses actually fell into the hands of the devil holding the pot!

The demon holding the pot looked at the Lion Head Magic Potato for a while, and finally turned his head expressionlessly and looked at him. His eyes were shining brightly, which always gave him a bad feeling.

"Do you want to taste the delicacy of the world?" the devil said lightly.

Duan Yun was stunned, "Huh?"

"Don't be afraid, I just borrowed a fire from you to roast sweet potatoes... Oh no, magic potatoes."

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