Chapter 994 Lowly Race, Three Pigs

When the three dispersed, the person waiting behind finally appeared.

The person walking in the front was wearing a weird sharkskin costume, his head was as high as an upside-down spittoon, and his two slender eyes stood up high, swinging from side to side like the eyes of a mollusc snail.

Beside him was an ordinary human with a tall hat who seemed to be saying something.

Behind this "spittoon" are two strange human beings with blue skin and short and strong stature. Just looking at the width of the body, they are completely human giants.

But if you look at the height...

Only about 1.2 meters.

This weird combination made the fat man want to laugh, but Master Harry tried his best to control his facial muscles. He remembered what Baimao had warned before, and he must never laugh at other races!

Shi Shiran passed by this group of people without any verbal communication with Mu Fan and his party, as if their stepping aside was a matter of course.

When the group of people had just moved two meters away,

Baimao explained to his two companions in a low voice: "The tall, thin man with tentacles and eyes is a Balante, and the two behind are Bluehorn people. They are all races from the alien galaxy."

"It's too arrogant, like the uncle, owe them?" The fat man said with a frown.

At least make way to say thank you, one of the four is normal, and the remaining three look like uncles with their faces on the ground first, which really makes the fat man feel annoyed.

Before Mu Fan could speak, the four people in front suddenly stopped.

The spittoon-like Ballante turned his long erect eyes to scan around, and then his spittoon face turned around.

"DU JA KOD?"

The two slender tentacled eyes are strangely separated to the sides.

Bai Mao expressed his embarrassment because he didn't understand Ballante's language at all, and the fat man asked in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

After seeing that the three of them didn't say anything.

"Heh~" came out of Ballante's mouth.

"Ki Hool, Thr Aw Mdd."

Then the two short Blue Horn people laughed loudly.

The man in the tall hat also laughed twice, pushed the brim of the hat, and when he saw the three people opposite him, a light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"The waste of the Yin family, what a coincidence." Interstellar lingua franca finally appeared, but the tone of voice was still strange, and every word always seemed inexplicably rigid.

The pronunciation of each word has no turning point and is extremely blunt.

Bai Mao's complexion turned ugly, the face opposite...

The one-character name, Jin, is a half-blood of the Federation, with the blood of an unknown race from an alien galaxy.

Bai Mao once met this guy in the underground market. The family was competing for an eighth-generation lithography master machine, and it was this guy who came out and maliciously disturbed him.

As for the reason, it was very simple. The Yin family was the only Federation family present at the time, and Jin happened to hate the Federation people.

It's that simple.

And now, I see again...

"Damn it."

Bai Mao muttered in a low voice, what a bad luck.

"Gu d's~"

Spittoon Face didn't pay attention to Bai Mao's change, and still spoke in an unknown language, and then the group laughed and left.

"What are you talking about?" The fat man said angrily. The other party talked and laughed in a foreign language in front of him, which made the fat brother really upset.

But Bai Mao spat angrily, who would have nothing to learn the ethnic language of the alien galaxy?

But now he can only blame himself for not being good at learning, he has to go back and find out what the other party is talking about.

But at this moment, Hei suddenly spoke in Mu Fan's ears:

"The other party is scolding you. The second sentence is in the native language of Ballante, which means a lowly race, three pigs."

Mu Fan's eyes suddenly looked at the backs of the four people.

"stop."

The sound was stirring in the air, and that kind of momentum would not be ignored no matter whether you understood it or not.

The four stopped again, and the "spittoon" turned its head.

"DU JA?"

They were still bullying Mu Fan and the others because they couldn't understand Ballante.

"What's the matter, Mu Fan?" Bai Mao asked quickly, he didn't understand the sudden change.

Mu Fan looked at the spittoon, without turning his head, he said flatly, "He's scolding the three of us, calling us a lowly race, three pigs."

"Fuck!" Bai Mao's face turned green at that moment.

And the fat man's face got even bigger.

"Explain clearly." Mu Fan stared indifferently at the snail eyes of the Balante.

"What's there to explain? Please don't speculate on our language." The spittoon face crossed its eyes and smiled.

"Bastard, hurry up and apologize." The fat man rolled up his sleeves cursingly and rushed over. He wanted to use his size to intimidate the other party.

This cheap spittoon actually scolded them in a different way.

However, when the fat man was about to rush in front of the two blue-horned men, a small pistol with a metal inverted umbrella suddenly appeared in the hand of one of the short blue winter melons.

Originally short in stature, and the fat man blocked his sight, Mu Fan and the two didn't see it at all.

I only saw the light blue mist explode in front of the fat man with a bang, and Harry flew seven or eight meters away like a hard-hit baseball, and hit the edge of the flower bed over there with a bang. The shirt on his chest exploded directly, revealing white fat, and tears of pain fell out.

A non-lethal weapon similar to a barometric cannon.

"Hahahaha." The two Blue Horn men and the Ballante man laughed happily at the same time when they saw the fat man's miserable condition.

Jin, on the other hand, looked at Bai Mao proudly, with mockery in his eyes.

But at the next moment, shock suddenly flashed in the eyes of these people.

A black shadow flashed across in an instant, and Mu Fan stared fiercely at the man with the blue horn who fired the gun. He jumped up high, and his right fist seemed to want to hit hard.

The Blue Horn tribesman who had just fired a shot had a fierce light in his innocent-looking little eyes, swiped his thumb across the body of the gun, and pulled the trigger again.

When he bombarded Fatty Harry just now, the scale on the gun body was 3, but now it is 5!

This undoubtedly represents the level of this kind of energy output!

However, the moment Mu Fan shot at the other side, his body bent down suddenly, and he supported the ground with one hand, his whole body flexed to only one-third of his original height, and he fell from the air to the ground in 0.1 second. power shift.

A blue hollow air wave with a diameter of more than 30 centimeters blasted directly from the umbrella-shaped metal tip, instantly passed through the area where Mu Fan had just stagnated, and shot a long blue light trail in the air.

At this time, Mu Fan's feet finally turned forward with his body, aiming at the blue-horned short winter melon.

The ancient style of boxing and fighting - Kick in the sky!

The legs hit out like a spring.

Boom!

Several people seemed to hear the sound of a balloon exploding in their ears, and then the man with blue horns who shot the gun directly turned into a human cannonball and hit the armchair over there with a bang.

Mu Fan's strong legs even penetrated directly through the opponent's body, smashing the horizontal chair to pieces, and the blue-horned man fainted with his small eyes.

The strange pistol flew aside and fell into pieces all over the ground.

And the companion on the side seemed to have reacted only at this moment, and unexpectedly erupted in an instant at a speed not weaker than Mu Fan's flash just now, swung a blue light with his short left arm, and was about to hit Mu Fan.

This made the white-haired pupils in the back shrink instantly, and the explosive power of the second blue-horned dwarf melon was so strong!

This seems to be... their racial combat skills!

"Little..." Before the second word of Baimao's reminder came out of his throat, he heard a loud sound——

"boom!"

In Baimao's field of vision, another human cannonball flew out.

"wild."

"It's so fucking enjoyable."

Bai Mao murmured that he liked Mu Fan's way of fighting if he disagreed with him.

PS: I recommend a new book, a very fraudulent new science fiction book, "Rising Ten Thousand Years"!

In World War I, the main weapon was the rifle.

In World War II, the main weapons were aircraft and tanks.

World War III...

In the Fourth World War, the main weapons were spears and stones.

What will be ten thousand years later?