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However, today the function of this formation has failed, and it is clear that the outside can break in, and it is unscathed and has no doubts.

The people inside were shocked.

"Uncle Li, we're back, let's go, let's go in together!"

Although there were countless shocks in Jing Xin's heart, it was difficult for him to ask questions in front of the crowd.

The young marshal in front of him, powerful and outrageous, and the [-]th-order evolutionary zombies were all killed silently and must not be offended.

Even if he gathers all the people in the gathering place, he is not his opponent.

The only way to calm down is to avoid problems.

However, as the gatekeeper, Uncle Li, how could such a big event happen, and how could he just ignore it and easily put it into the gathering place.

Immediately he waved his right hand, the weapon was unsheathed, and he said coldly:

"Master Jing Kai, don't make it difficult for Uncle Li, and immediately explain why the formation can be opened from the outside! The old man also instructed that no one is allowed to open it from the outside, but only from the inside!"

He is very stubborn, does not explain clearly, does not let the feeling inside.

Yang Hao nodded and said coldly:

"You did a good job, you really should ask to understand, what if it is a means of evolving zombies!"

The first sentence is praise, which instantly won the favor of many people.

The next sentence says:

"Jing Kai, the four of them, were intercepted by the [-]th-order evolutionary zombies outside. I rescued them. Your formation, in my eyes, is just a child playing a house, easy to get in and out!"

"Don't make it hard for him!"

The second sentence made everyone at the scene gloomy.

It's not just that the [-]th-order evolutionary zombies are killed, no one can believe it.

It also lies in the invisible and invisible formation, which turned out to be a child playing house.

Can't stand it!

I can't stand it!

However, Yang Hao still had an expression that he didn't care about for granted.

It was somewhat unbearable in my heart.

While Uncle Li was still frowning and thinking, a group of people behind him snorted loudly:

"Fuck your mother! Twelfth-order zombies can't be beaten at all. Even the old man Jing Zhongyue can only block them, they can't be defeated!"

"It's still a child's trick, why don't you talk about babies! You can't pay taxes for bragging! Grass, is there some weird trick!"

"Say, did you evolve into zombies, why did you suddenly break in!"

They scold people without thinking.

Yang Hao was naturally capable of bringing people in, and he also said that he was bragging.

Even Ikai felt speechless.

Qiao Siqiang was unwilling to bear the abuse of others, and immediately shook his Zhenyuan with a rough voice and roared:

"What are you shouting? It's just a play at home! Don't let anyone tell you? If we evolved zombies, if we could rush in, we would have killed countless zombies long ago, and beep with you!"

He had a big fight with them last time and didn't make a good impression.

This time it was still a bunch of garbage, chirping beside me.

The sound shook eighteen peaks, resounded throughout the valley, and alarmed all human beings.

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The people inside didn't dare to think about why such a change would occur.

Who dares to be so arrogant in their gathering place!

Uncle Li waved his hand down, and all the discussions behind him dissipated.

Looking at Qiao Siqiang, there are some expressions in his eyes, which seem to have some impressions.

It's just that the armor on his body is different, and the weapons in his hands are different, but his height and voice are very similar to a person in memory.

If it's that person, it's absolutely impossible to offend!

Taking advantage of the quiet time, Jing Kai said directly:

"Uncle Li, what are you doing? Can I cheat too? The four of us encountered two Tier [-] zombies and were injured at a critical juncture. They saved us!"

He turned pale with anger and explained aloud.

Fear of another conflict, resulting in the death of the master.

The last time we met, in a war, how many masters were gone.

The same mistake must never be made again.

Xiang Nansheng thought the same way. At this moment, he flew up, took out a red handkerchief and a small piece of green wood, threw it at Uncle Li, and said loudly: