His True Colors Chapter 2518

 Just as the white-bearded old man's nose was bruised red from the pain, the wooden handle on the end of the floating dust was still moving in the air, and White-bearded hastily tried to grab it.


        "Snap!"


        Suddenly, there was another hard blow to the head from the wooden stick of the floating dust.


        "Ouch." Whitebeard's head cried out in pain, and his hands subconsciously went straight to clutch his head.


        "Slap!"


        Suddenly, there was another slap!


        As he hastily shielded it, it was again on the shoulder ......


        On the head ......


        On the face ......


        On the nose ......


        Looking from afar, the white-bearded old Taoist at this moment was like dancing to an elderly disco song, wildly twisting his body to an inexplicable rhythm.


        Up and down, left and right.


        At the same time, the old man with the white beard was also screaming in different colours and styles, such as ouch, fuck me, fuck me, pain, ah, yah.


        In a way, it was even more magical than the magical moving times.


        And the twisting of the old white-bearded dao's body was an incomparably beautiful and incomparably weird sight.


        The people of the Mystic Alliance were laughing out loud, and Mo Yang and Blade Twelve and Liu Fang, the three people from Earth, were laughing their heads off and doubled over.


        The disciples of Tiangui Palace were all red with anger, wanting to help but everyone understood that rushing up there would just be sending them to their deaths and acting as sandbags, but watching their master being so ......


        This is not even a beating, it is a complete humiliation ......


        Can only be in place filled with embarrassment helpless!


        Zhong Beihai did not know when, long ago, has buried his head even lower, his head almost put into his trousers.


        However, unlike the other disciples, Zhong Beihai did not have the slightest bit of anger, in his words, this was called senior brother having nothing better to do than to fucking find nails to play with himself.


        That's fucking Han Qianqian, who doesn't mess with you to mess with him ......


        Suddenly, Han Qianqian stopped, holding a duster in his hand, and handed it to the white-bearded old Taoist in a proper manner.


        At this time, the white bearded old dao had already been paralyzed by the beating, his body mechanically still kept blocking the east, the west, crazy and "happy" to continue the "dance ......".


        It was only after a long time that he suddenly noticed that the pain of the blows on his body had disappeared, and when he raised his eyes again, he saw that the end of the duster was still aimed at him, and subconsciously moved a little more, before he completely reflected with even more embarrassment.


        The white bearded old Taoist is afraid and angry with an extremely contradictory look at Han Qianqian, angry naturally is Han Qianqian this play monkey play himself, afraid naturally is ...... this is not finished after all it, in case he wants to suddenly come again, then he can only continue to jump up and down.


        "You ......" angrily to curse, but completely and dare not curse out, no matter so much, a direct from Han three thousand to take his own duster, and then re-set the stance.


        If it was earlier, with his immortal appearance, the duster was flung and he did have the appearance of a worldly man.


        But now ......


        "Poof!"


        "Hahahahahahaha!"


        The entire Mystics Union burst into laughter.


        The white bearded old daoist with a bruised nose and a swollen face and a wretched mess was not only without the slightest bit of aura, but because of his unique shape coupled with his exaggerated posture and the aura of being completely unaware that he was still invincible in the world, he looked like a fallen chicken who was following the example of a phoenix spreading its wings and looking out over the world.


        "Look at him and see if he looks like a plucked chicken with no feathers! Hahahahaha!" Knife Twelve shouted loudly and burst into laughter.


        When he shouted, the people underneath laughed even harder.


        When the old white bearded Taoist heard this, he was so angry that he simply blew his beard and stared at them, and when he looked back at the many people laughing back and forth he was even more angry that his old blood was about to spurt out.


        "Shut up, shut up, all of you shut up." The white bearded old Taoist shouted angrily at all of them, and turned around and stared at Han Qianqian with a deadly glare.


        That's right, it was all because of this impetuous young man in front of him who had gotten himself into this mess.


        What kind of person was he? He was the head of the Tiangui Palace, and had always been a towering, majestic presence in front of everyone.


        But now ......


        The image of these two thousand years had collapsed in an instant.


        Yes, it was all because of this brat in front of me, if it wasn't for him messing around here, how would he ......


        "You little child, shameless, despicable, old man vowed to endure you!"


        "Come again?" Han Qianqian laughed disdainfully.


        "Qi Break!!!"


        Boom!


        As soon as the white-bearded old dao's words fell, the green qi on his body spread violently, blowing as much as it could to the point that people very close to him were pushed back by the strength of the wind.


        "You break your mother!"


        A furious shout, and in the next second, a figure turned into a stream of light.


        Boom!


        The seemingly extremely potent white-bearded Old Daoist had a ferocious release of qi in place, but didn't have time to pretend for a second, as Han Qianqian's figure turned into a stream of light, the next second, the white-bearded Old Daoist had already disappeared in place.


        By the time it was reflected again, there was already a muffled sound from the wall.


        The body of the white-bearded old daoist was almost exactly the same as that of Chen Shimin in the square, and was directly pushed into the wall to play a mosaic ......


        The whole pandemonium was over before it had even begun to play.


        The first thing you need to do is to get rid of the problem.


        How could Han Qianqian stand by and watch as everyone was left without protection and in complete danger from the zombie hordes?


        Therefore, Han Qianqian barely gave the white-bearded old man any chance before he made his move.


        "You, you, you!" His body was embedded in the wall, but the white-bearded old Taoist's eyes looked deadly at Han Qianqian, shock there, panic there, and anger naturally more.


        "You ...... you do not speak of martial virtue, young man, you are vile." You for a good half day, the white bearded old dao finally found a reasonable reason for himself, angrily spouted.


        The old bearded man didn't know what kind of broken law he was practicing, just a gathering of qi and convergence of power had to take so long, this can still blame others for being fast?


        "That's right, shameless, if you have the guts, let go and fight." An unknown disciple at the bottom then echoed, but as soon as he shouted out, this guy regretted it. When everyone looked at him, he glanced at Zhong Beihai, who was playing dead, and chose to "die!"


        "Old man, for the sake of the innocence of so many of your disciples, I don't want to talk nonsense with you, but if you dare to push endlessly or use great energy in the house again, I will definitely throw you out and feed you to the zombies, I, Han Qianqian, will keep my word."


        After saying that, Han Qianqian got up and was about to leave.


        "Wait, you ...... what did you just say?"