"Get lost, go back to where you came from! There aren't many of you left. If you don't get lost, I'll wipe you all out!”
Bola pulled out his weapon and faced dozens of enemies without fear. His eyes were cold.
"Daddy, be careful!"
Suddenly, a little thing appeared out of nowhere and shouted. He was small, like a little girl. Bola was shocked. Sniper? As an experienced hunter in the jungle, he instantly determined the source of the killing intent and threw the spear in his hand. The sniper did not have time to dodge and was directly pierced through and stabbed into the tree. It was very miserable.
"Attack!"
Yero's fist landed on Bola, who was caught off guard, but Bola was not only fine, but he didn't even put him in his eyes. He covered his eyes with both hands, and the muscles on his body tightened. His already huge body became even bigger.
The spear that Yero kept hit his hand, but there was not even a white mark on his body. At this moment, Yero remembered his master's words.
"If you don't work hard normally, it's too late to work hard when you're in danger.”
"Hurry up and invite my master!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bola grabbed him and threw him far away. These ordinary people had never seen such a thing before. They were instantly defeated and fled in all directions.
Bola didn't chase after him. Firstly, he was kind, and secondly, he didn't dare to offend him. He wasn't afraid, but he was afraid of the villagers behind him, his son.
Bola and his son Upa skillfully piled the corpses together and began to clean up the blood around them. They were in the forest, and the blood might attract wild beasts and hinder their rest.
Upa followed behind his father with a face full of admiration. He suddenly remembered that his father's weapon was still stuck in a certain sniper's hand. After thinking about it, he ran over and buried the body. At the same time, he washed his father's weapon.
At this moment, Hierro was flying the plane. He was unwilling, but he was also afraid of Bola. Thus, he wandered around the forest, hoping to find some face. At this moment, a sound rang from the bedside of the plane. It was Marshal Reid.
In the video, the commander was sitting on a chair with a cat in his arms. Behind him stood a cool black assistant who questioned him angrily.
"Didn't you say that it was foolproof? Why did he fail now? What a useless thing!"
"Commander, I didn't lose. I just have to wait…"
"There's no need to say anymore. I've already sent someone over. You can fend for yourself!”
Before Yero could finish his sentence, Commander Reid had already hung up the phone, leaving behind an angry Yero and preparing to leave. Perhaps he was not destined to die, but he found Wupa washing his weapons by the river!
"Isn't this the little one?"
If it wasn't for this little guy's hint, he might have already killed that guy. Wait a minute, this guy should be that guy's son... Evil thoughts grew, and he quickly controlled the plane to land.
Upa raised his head and saw a strange bird descending from the sky. He instantly picked up his father's weapon. But when the bird turned its body, the person inside was revealed. It was a bad person! Why was he inside this bird?
I'm not afraid of you! Upa mustered up his courage and stabbed the plane with his spear, but how could his weak body pierce through the iron sheet? He was instantly grabbed by Yero and pulled into the plane.
"Hahaha, now I can complete the mission without anyone else.”
Yero easily knocked the little one unconscious and happily flew towards their temporary base. At this moment, someone suddenly passed by…
Alone? Passing by? He was in the sky! Turning around, their eyes met. A child was sitting on a cloud! This face is a little familiar…
"Hi, how are you?"
Sun Wukong greeted him politely. He noticed that there was another person and wanted to continue greeting him…Suddenly, he saw the mark on the plane and the red silk tied to Yero's hand…
"Red Silk Army?"
Ever since he left the Martial Arts Conference, he had gone home like Zuo Hao. Then, he had used Buma's Dragon Ball radar to search for his grandfather's relic, the four-star Dragon Ball. This also caused Zuo Hao to get the Dragon Ball radar a long time later.
While Sun Wukong was searching for the Dragon Ball, he had a dispute with the Red Silk Army, who were also searching for the Dragon Ball. He almost died several times. Therefore, he remembered that the Red Silk Army was a bad person.
Sun Wukong jumped onto the plane without saying anything. He knocked lightly and shattered the protective glass…Yero finally remembered who he was. Sun Wukong was the runner-up of the Martial Arts Conference, and his master was the runner-up. In other words, he was even more powerful than his master!
"Don't kill me, my master is Zuo Hao! You should know him!"
Sun Wukong thought for a moment and got Upa and Yero off the plane. Wu Pa looked at Sun Wukong with admiration. He had defeated Iron Bird and the bad guy!
"Thank you, Brother Wukong. I'll treat you to a meal!”
Speaking of food, Wukong was hungry. When he heard food, he quickly went over. Suddenly, she turned around and saw Yero, who was about to escape. She thought about it and brought him along.
"Who are you?"
Bola was thanking Sun Wukong while the three of them ate and drank. Suddenly, they felt some movement in the distance. They could vaguely see two figures.
Yero, who was tied up by Bola, saw the person who came and immediately burst into tears. He did not dare to move. Of course, he knew how terrifying his master was. There was someone here who was even more powerful than his master.
"Master, save me!"
Zuo Hao walked out with Xilan. Bola picked up his spear and was about to attack, but the other party was not afraid at all. He came to Wukong and said,
"Sun Wukong, why are you here? Didn't you go cultivate?”
"You are…"
Zuo Hao twitched. This guy actually didn't remember him.
"We've eaten together at the martial arts convention!”
"It's you. I was wondering why I was so familiar with your name.”
"You are?"
Bola couldn't make up his mind. Was this an enemy? At this moment, Yero spoke again,"
"Master, I'm here. Save me!"
Zuo Hao slapped his forehead and felt that it was a little difficult. He hesitated for a while and said,
"Give me some face and don't kill him. Let him go when you have the time... Uh, it doesn't seem safe. Silan, I happen to have something to do. You can bring Yero back to Tatari City.”
Silan nodded, but Bola stopped him.
"He, you can't take him away!"
"Alright, that's not easy…Silan, haven't you always wanted to find an opponent coach? Coincidentally, this uncle barely qualified. Anyway, he had to fight.”
Upon hearing this, Xilan immediately understood and drew his saber. Wukong also wanted to make a move when he saw this, but he found that Zuo Hao had come to Wukong's side at some point in time. He pressed him down and picked up Bola's meat. He could not help but hold his mouth.
"What lousy barbecue skills."
Sure enough, the food was in front of him. Sun Wukong, who had a low IQ, immediately hugged the meat and ate it.
"Little guy, don't look at me like that. Watch your father's battle!"
"Humph! My father will definitely win!"
Zuo Hao smiled and casually knocked out Yero, who was approaching. Then, he began to roast the meat. He wasn't worried because he knew that West Mist would definitely win and wouldn't harm Bola's life.
"I'll show you what roast meat is!"
Bola was at the peak of an ordinary person, or rather, he had surpassed an ordinary person. It was a pity that he did not understand the existence of qi. It was a waste to train his strength. Of course, this guy's combat skills were not bad.
"A rookie at the early stage of Bright Jin versus a master who is a little weaker than him. Wukong, who do you think will win?”
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