Small farmers dominate the deserted island

Chen Yuqiang crushed his injury, stood up slowly supporting the stone wall, took a deep breath, and quickly chased out of the cave.

After hurriedly chasing, Chen Yu chased out dozens of miles of mountains, but still failed to catch up with the son of brother, and also lost, the opponent's speed is too fast.

The strength gap is too big, the guy's speed is a few points faster than Mo Yanyan, and it is estimated that only a small amount can catch up with him.

But Xiao Budian is not here at all.

The beautiful junior sister was taken away, and Chen Yu screamed madly, and then unexpectedly discovered that the direction of the son-in-law was in the direction of Tingfengxuan.

Chase, continue chasing, if you chase near Tingfengxuan, you can still call Mo Yanyan for help.

There are unpredictable weather, and people have misfortunes and good luck.

Chen Yu chased the mountainous area for dozens of miles, and suddenly there was a pouring rain.

Click!

A flash of lightning struck down in the sky, shining the rainy night of the mountains and forests like day.

Nevertheless, Chen Yu lost his tracking target, and the clues left by that person were instantly washed away by the torrential rain.

Mud horse, fight it!

Chen Yu instantly released his aura to attract thunder and lightning, and wanted to be baptized by thunder and lightning again.

There is a huge gap between him and the brother in white, thinking about using the baptism of thunder and lightning to quickly increase the combat effectiveness, even if it is a little bit better.

I missed the first lightning, and there is the second, the third...

The heavy rain blurred his vision, and Chen Yu ran wildly in the heavy rain with a madman, and yelled strangely. The general direction was the direction of Ting Yuxuan.

It seemed that he was fleeing after being chased by lightning, but he was actually running after the lightning.

Click!

An arm-thin lightning struck in the sky.

"what!"

Chen Yu stopped crying in pain, twitching constantly, feeling numb from the electric body, and tender outside and inside.

Chen Yu instantly condensed his breath and released it after the numbness passed.

With the experience of robbing the sky with thunder, Chen Yu knows how to attract lightning to strike him intermittently, otherwise he must be smashed into powder by the thunder.

With super-strong self-healing ability, quickly recovering from electric injuries caused by lightning, Chen Yu soon ushered in a second lightning.

Approaching the baptism of more than a dozen lightnings, Chen Yu clearly felt that his spiritual power was much more refined.

The storm came quickly, and it went quickly, as if a thunder and lightning baptism had been sent specifically for Chen Yu.

The dark clouds quickly dissipated, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

Looking around, Chen Yu realized that Ting Yuxuan was not very far away, and it was only an hour or two to run at full speed.

He decided to go back and call Mo Yanyan first, to find and rescue Lu Xiaoya together.

In a cave, Lu Xiaoya looked at the son in front of him in horror, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Who am I? Of course it's your uncle, what I want to do, of course it's you. Introduce yourself. My son's name is Deng Jiuchao, and Mo Yanyan's senior.

There was a smirk at the corner of his mouth, and he shook his folding fan, slowly speaking.

"Since you are an uncle, why do you hurt my senior and take me captive?"

Lu Xiaoya stared at Deng Jiuchao fiercely, not believing he was a shit teacher, and had never heard of Mo Yanyan and Chen Yu mentioning that there was a teacher.

"No, no, no, I didn't hurt the bald boy, but killed him with a palm. I want not only you, but also your master, quack!"

The gloomy laughter was completely inconsistent with his image. The handsome boy brother, the strange laughter sounded creepy, like the laughter of a demon from hell.

"You killed my brother, my old lady fights with you."

Lu Xiaoya flushed her eyes, waving her crystal staff to kill Deng Jiuchao.

Although Chen Yu sometimes hates him, he is undoubtedly one of Lu Xiaoya's closest relatives in this other world. Not only is the relationship between brothers and sisters, they are also from the same earth.

Deng Jiucho shook his shoulders lightly, and an invisible wind appeared out of thin air, squeezing Lu Xiaoya back again and again, and then hit the cave wall.

"Don't be impulsive, it hurts. Uncle will be distressed. Hey, this figure and face is not inferior to your master Mo Yanyan."

Deng Jiuchao shook his head and folded the fan, slowly pushing towards Lu Xiaoya.

"Brother, Master, help, help..."

Lu Xiaoya cried out for help in horror.

"I told you that the bald boy is dead, if you can call Mo Yanyan the best, uncle will play with you master and apprentice, it will be more flavorful, quack..."

Deng Jiuchao came to Lu Xiaoya and raised her chin with her shoulders folded, his smile on his face becoming more and more wretched.

Not wanting to see the devil's face, Lu Xiaoya closed her eyes, two rows of desperate and sad tears rolled down.

"Deng Jiuchao, Hugh will hurt my disciple!"

Mo Yanyan's anger suddenly came from outside the cave.

Deng Jiuchao was not surprised and rejoiced, grabbing Lu Xiaoya's arm, and taking her out.

"Junior sister, it's been a long time since I saw you, she's getting more and more beautiful, did that bald boy moisturize you?"

Deng Jiuchao looked at Mo Yanyan up and down, and asked with a wretched smile.

At this time, Mo Yanyan was wearing a translucent white long skirt, with a white bellyband and waist-padded pants faintly visible inside, becoming more and more charming under the hazy moonlight.

"Master, kill him, avenge the brother, he killed the brother."

Lu Xiaoya cried loudly.

"Fate!"

Mo Yanyan was uncomfortable by Deng Jiuchao's greedy gaze. Hearing the news of Chen Yu's death, Mo Yanyan was even more furious.

"A few years ago, you couldn't beat it, and now it's even less likely to be my opponent, Junior Sister, obediently be your brother, don't mind if you don't mind you, it's not complete, quack!"

Deng Jiuchao smiled, and greeted Mo Yanyan with a palm.

Snapped!

Two palms hit together.

Master duel, there is no too gorgeous moves, only a hand-to-hand fight, fighting is spiritual power.

The surrounding wind blew out of nowhere, blowing three feet of the ground, and the sky was spinning.

Freed, Lu Xiaoya's body was shot upside down uncontrollably.

Holding the crystal staff, she wanted to rush up to hit Deng Jiuchao's sap several times, but she had more than enough energy and couldn't get close.

The long skirt on Mo Yanyan's body was bulging and dancing, and her face turned blue and white, and she seemed to be suffering from great pain.

Deng Jiuchao looked relaxed, "Junior sister, why bother, let me go, otherwise you will get hurt."

"Even if grandma is dead, she will never betray you as a master."

Mo Yanyan roared and tried his best to fight Deng Jiuchao spiritually.

"If that's the case, don't blame it for your brother's brutality."

Deng Jiuchao showed a ruthless look, inspiring his whole body to pour his spiritual energy into his palm, "Broken!"

As he shouted "Broken", the two palms that were attached to each other separated instantly.

"what!"

Bang!

Deng Jiuchao cried out in pain and flew out. In the volley, his whole body was entangled with arcs, his hair exploded, and blood spurted from his mouth, "Little bald head, you are not dead!"

"Weeping Blood Sword, chase it for thousands of miles!"