He saw that the internal organs in Wang Li's body seemed to have collapsed and flew out, and the color was weird.

"This one is real." Wang Li shouted.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Wan Yehe laughed wildly in an instant, "I have never seen you so funny and such a monk seeking death. You were fine after getting one shot, but you had to try the second shot. In fact, if you threaten me again, maybe you will

I ran away immediately, not daring to be your enemy at all, and now you are forcing yourself to die."

"Do you really only have two needles? I am really so miserable. I was so lucky that one of them was useless, but in the end, just to make a joke with you, I actually tried a real one?" Wang Li wailed, "I hate it.

ah!"

"It's useless to hate." Wan Yehe became vigilant at this time. He was afraid that Yan Yan would collect those magic swords.

"Ah!" But at this moment Wang Li suddenly screamed strangely, "I feel like my body and soul are separated. I'm really an idiot."

"puff!"

What Wan Yehe didn't expect was that Yan Yan finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Wang Li, do you want to be so boring? Are you really stupid?"

"you!"

The Wanye River was instantly freezing to the bone.

"I'm just kidding you." Wang Li also blinked at Wan Yehe, "Actually, the two spiritual poison-transforming needles just now are really fake. It is probably because the Sanlu Ancient Sect is afraid that you will use this kind of needle.
Chapter completed!