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Then, the gas soldiers nodded. Then he rushed out quickly, following in Bai Cheng's footsteps.

"call out

"call out·

""

Suddenly, just as they were about to rush to Bai Cheng, countless spikes were shot from the side and rear.

The gas soldiers scurried away, though many of the spikes were filtered out. But the spikes were too numerous to hit them.

"Eight One Zero"

"Looks like my guess is right, it's impossible for you to stay in that state all the time, and it will consume a lot of physical strength for you to stay in that state!

Bai Cheng appeared in front of them slowly, stretching his body. Seeing them panting, they laughed excitedly.

"Damn!"

The dead-handled wooden hanging saw the situation here from a distance, and his face became ashen. It feels like this place can't stay anymore, and those gas soldiers can't last long.

"Look, shouldn't we leave?"

Afterwards, the dead handle wooden hanging turned his head to look at Zhang Qilin and the others, and said cautiously.

"Are you going to give up all your subordinates?"

That Zhuge Qingfeng opened his eyes wide and grabbed the other's collar in a little panic.

"Calm down, if we don't leave now, do you think we can kill Bai Cheng who has the black sword?"

The dead handle wooden hanging sighed softly, and said with some difficulty.

After listening to the words behind the dead handle wooden hanging, everyone fell into silence instantly. One Bai Cheng is tough enough, plus he has a black sword.

"I think I already know everyone's answers. If you want to leave, follow me. If you don't want to leave, you can join those gas soldiers!"

The dead handle wood hangs on the shoulders of Zhuge Qingfeng, nodded slowly, and said with a heavy face.

"Understood!"

Everyone's faces were full of horror, and they nodded helplessly, and answered the dead-handed wooden hanging in unison.

"..."

Immediately afterwards, the dead handle wooden hanger snapped his fingers as if nothing had happened. He tore a hole in the space directly behind them, and he took advantage of the situation to get in, and waved at the others, signaling them to follow.

"I'm not leaving yet..."

Just after everyone entered, that Zhuge Qingfeng was still standing there, motionless. . .

"What did you say?"

After the other people heard Zhuge Qingfeng's words, they were a little dumbfounded.

"Yes, I'm not going. Always need someone else to help you stall for time, or he'll catch up. And, I think I've had enough...

Zhuge Qingfeng smiled bitterly, stretched out his body, and said very solemnly.

"Let's forget it, isn't your strength overwhelmed in seconds?"

That Zhang Qilin rolled his eyes at Zhuge Qingfeng and stretched out his hand to grab him.

What Zhuge Qingfeng said just now has indeed greatly improved in Zhang Qilin's heart. He re-examined the other party and prepared to keep 4.9 for himself.

"I'll ask you for a few of them! The last hope of our Tianying Group is up to you!"

That Zhuge Qingfeng suddenly bowed deeply to the dead handle wooden hanger and said seriously.

"This is of course, go all the way!"

The dead handle wooden hanging nodded, a little respect for this Zhuge Qingfeng. He snapped his fingers and closed the crack directly.