Fantasy: The Supporting Role Does Not Want To Be A Younger Brother

Tang Hu, Liu Qi and the others looked pale. Didn't the deputy commander want them to take their lives? There's no way to do this, and I can't blame others for this. It's not that this damned Wang Dashan will die so soon.

Tang Hu took the lead and gathered with Liu Qi and others. There were only five or six mysterious immortals in total. Several people divided into fans and gradually passed behind Wang Dashan. They were not stupid. This kind of battle still required Wang Dashan to be the main force.

"Dashan, I'll come to help you. We must stop him from moving forward, or the young lady will be in danger."

Soon seven people were besieging the round-faced old man together. The various spells were colorful, but the practicability was too poor to cause much damage to the opponent at all.

After all, not everyone is Wang Dashan, and their cultivation is also uneven, so Tang Hu is a little better, even Liu Qi is a soy sauce.

Wang Dashan wanted to scold his mother in his heart, but he just thought about how to run away, this damn Meng Ren forced them to fight with Jin Xian to the death, he was not so stupid, he just pretended to be the main force in defeat.

The round-faced old man was also really angry. A flea on the horse made him hate it very much. Now there are a few more ants. Even the Xuanxian who stepped on the horse dared to give himself a small fireball in the early stage. He really regarded himself as a golden immortal. Give it.

"Death to Lao Tzu!"

The round-faced old man who was burning in anger directly launched a large-scale attack, and a golden palm print appeared again, covering everyone with a slap.

"not good!"

"Hold me up."

"Pfft... ah..."

The few mysterious immortals present had nothing to do except Wang Dashan's panting. The only one who could stand was Tang Hu, who also suffered certain injuries. wailing.

Wang Dashan glanced at the surrounding situation in embarrassment, no longer concealed his purpose, and flew directly to the flying palace.

But the round-faced old man didn't intend to let him go, and he followed after him, but the iron-headed Tang Hu was still very loyal to the family, and went directly to block the old man's path.

"Go away for the old man!"

The old man punched Tang Hu, and the latter flew out with blood mist, only blocking the opponent's breath.

Wang Dashan flew directly onto the platform, and said anxiously at Shui Ruoyou, "Miss, come with me!"

The woman was a little overwhelmed, the defeat was too fast, there was no time to react, and the round-faced old man was about to catch up, she still wanted to use the defensive formation to resist for a while, now all the immortals Wei Du shivered, and there was no fighting spirit at all, and it was too late.

Wang Dashan was ecstatic that he was about to meet the goddess of his dreams. He could hold her little hand openly, and even hug her when he ran away.

All dreams are beautiful. Just as he was one step away from the goddess, a young man in white suddenly flashed in front of him, with a look of contempt on his cold face.

Ji Changju raised his leg with one kick, completely shattering Wang Dashan's beautiful dream, only to hear a thud, and his whole body flew backwards like a meteorite.

"Bang, bang!"

The round-faced old man who just followed closely hadn't reacted yet, and was directly hit by Wang Dashan's body.

"puff……"

"puff……"

Wang Dashan and the round-faced old man both fell to the ground, spit out a mouthful of old blood at the same time, and looked at the young man above in disbelief, what happened and how could this be.

Wang Dashan couldn't accept it for a while, let alone him, even Shui Ruoyou was stunned, and he didn't see the man using any strength, he just kicked one person away, and even knocked Jinxian strong to vomit blood.

Wang Dashan asked directly: "Meng Ren, what do you want to do, why do you stop me, do you know the current situation, do you want the eldest lady to be taken away!"

Regarding the sudden kick, Wang Dashan thought that he was just ignoring it for a while. It wasn't because of how powerful this young man was, or because his dream was broken, he couldn't allow him to think too much.

Ji Changju said coldly: "Trash, even a Jinxian can't resist, and you still want to run away with others, you should take care of yourself, if you didn't hide your strength just now, how could the seven mysterious immortals be together? You can't resist it, I think you have ulterior motives."

Wang Dashan said forcefully and calmly, "You spit out blood!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt someone attacking him. It turned out that it was the round-faced old man who stood up.

"Hahaha, there is still a kung fu infighting, don't worry, I will kill you one by one!"

Wang Dashan hurriedly resisted in a panic. This time, he was not prepared at all, and was slapped by the opponent directly. His whole body was in severe pain, and he lay on the ground dripping with blood.

The round-faced old man saw that although the other party was not dead, he was injured, and he couldn't stop himself for a while. He still didn't forget the most important thing, and turned to look at the woman on the platform.

"Hahaha, the young lady of the Tang family is really beautiful, but the old man doesn't have such a blessing. It's good to take it back for some credit."

The round-faced old man gave up Wang Dashan, walked slowly to the platform, looked at Shui Ruoyou jokingly, and wanted to see fear on the woman's face.

The woman was a little scared. If she was caught, she would definitely have nothing to eat, so she could not help hiding behind Meng Ren, hoping that this man could protect her.

Ji Changju's attitude towards the round-faced old man didn't show any expression. He just watched him step by step so plainly. This guy is really ugly. It's really a waste of air to live.

The woman hid behind the boy in white, and the round-faced old man's eyes shifted to him, looking at the talented little guy, mocking his face to express disdain.

It's just that the two of them started to look at each other, and the eyes of the round-faced old man changed. The eyes of this white-clothed boy were too strange, and his unremarkable appearance brought some pressure to himself.

I thought it was an illusion at first, but the round-faced old man shook off the distracting thoughts in his heart and continued to walk forward, but with each step forward, the pressure would increase, and the young man's eyes became more indifferent.

Ji Changju stared at the other party indifferently, on the surface, he still looked indifferent, as if a newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, with a smile that was not a smile, and his indifferent eyes seemed very strange.

When the distance between the two sides was only ten meters away, the round-faced old man's face flushed red, and his brows were knitted in cold sweat. !"