"If it's really big hands... then we are really lucky that we are not dead!"

The man laughed and lay down, looking up at the stars.

"Able to survive in Xingjun's hands will become a bragging capital in the future..."

Among the crowd, the expressions of a few people changed slightly.

They glanced at each other, both of them stiffened subconsciously.

Seeing their unnaturalness, Feng Chenglin said with a haha smile: "Xingjun? Who? Why have I never heard of it? A very good person?"

It doesn't matter who he is, as long as he is not the **** master!

"Not necessarily Xingjun?" A white-bearded old man fiddled with the bonfire, but he was obviously absent-minded.

"Yeah, it shouldn't be him! He...he is such a worldly expert who is already detached from the world, how can he still attack us?" The other person also echoed, but did not have much confidence.

"Yes, we are a bunch of scum in his hands, but..."

The person who spoke first sat up and tidied the shawl on his shoulders.

"Everyone, can anyone tell me, in this world, who else has such big hands!?"

For a moment, everyone was dumb.

Ling Luoyu's eyes wandered across everyone's faces: "I... weakly ask, does the star you talk about have big hands? Then... how tall is this person?"

Before she finished her words, she felt everyone's contemptuous look like an idiot.

I really don't know how such an IQ survived this massacre.

Ling Luoyu smirked: "I...I think this person has big hands, so he must be tall too... Isn't it?"

"Xingjun...I'm afraid he's not as tall as you!" After Baibeard finished speaking, he suddenly glanced behind him vigilantly.

As if for fear of reaching out a pair of big hands from behind and crushing him to death.

"Oh..." Ling Luoyu nodded suddenly: "That is to say, he has cultivated a technique..."

As long as it is the exercise method, you are not afraid!

This thing requires a lot of effort to use.

It is estimated that as long as it is a normal person, it will not be used to kill a small shrimp like her.

"It is said that it is the magic weapon of Xingjun!"

The white beard curled his lips, as if he was not believing.

"But people who have seen that hand die out in all likelihood, so no one knows what happened to that hand... But everyone still thinks that it should be one of his magic weapons, and It's not a technique!"

Artifact? !

"It should be a magic weapon!"

The voice of nothingness suddenly rang in Ling Luoyu's mind, very excited.

"That's right... the spiritual power of this magic weapon is above me, so when it comes to the attack, it completely crushes me, so you can't use it!"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

It is not a good way to be a magic weapon!

The control of magical instruments and the use of exercises, in terms of spiritual energy consumption, is the comparison between high-speed rail and bicycles.

The exercise method is the high-speed rail, and the magic weapon is the bicycle.

The same aura is used on high-speed rail, which consumes a lot.

But if it is used on a bicycle, there is basically no loss.

"Nothingness, can you not be so excited?"

Being crushed, I can still be so happy and drunk!

Wu Wu realized that his reaction was a little bit heartless in an instant, and now changed his tone of incomparable sadness.

"Master, sorry... this is a fact that cannot be changed!"

"Your uncle!"