After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

The sudden change left everyone stunned.

Not sure what happened.

When he had such a huge advantage, Hanba actually hit the ground with his head?

What is this operation?

Use your head to smash the ground open and then bury a group of people?

Everyone retreated in confusion.

The stall owner was still frightened and didn't dare to go forward rashly.

Only Qin He took action. With a "bang", a firewood stick hit Hanba's forehead quickly, fiercely and accurately, making him stagger again after he had just pulled his head out of the soil.

He kept shouting, "Hit it!"

When Qian Wuliang saw it, his eyes almost popped out.

Brother!

You are so brave!

Are you stupid?

Is it stupid?

Why are you attracting fire for no reason?

Everyone gasped. Where did this freak come from?

We can beat it, and we fully support it.

Don’t use a firewood stick to hit you.

This thing won't hurt it at all, it will just irritate it.

as predicted.

"Roar!"

Hanba roared, and his green eyes instantly turned red.

On the one hand, it fell for no apparent reason, was covered in dirt and had its self-esteem hurt, but more importantly, an ant hit it with a stick.

stick?

Who are you looking down on?!

Qin He took out another piece of firewood from the stove and looked at it carefully. Oh, I'm sorry, I seemed to be too high-profile just now.

This is not in line with my low-key personality and temperament.

So without thinking, he shoved the firewood stick in his hand to Qian Wuliang, who was standing next to him in shock.

Just at this moment, Hanba raised his head.

"Fuck you~"

Qian Wuliang was so scared that he almost screamed. The firewood stick was too hot!

Well... it is indeed hot. It was just taken out of the furnace and one end is still burning. How could it not be hot?

However, he no longer had the chance to let go or return it to Qin He. Hanba's red eyes instantly locked onto Qian Wuliang, his aura rising and becoming even more powerful.

At this moment, Qian Wuliang was cursing.

He had ten thousand "Is your mother well?" he wanted to ask Qin He.

If you are brave, then be brave to the end. Why the hell are you trying to trick me?

Doesn’t your conscience hurt?

"Roar!"

Hanba roared again and pounced on the crowd.

The momentum is even greater than before, but the target has changed from the stall owner to Qian Wuliang.

Qian Wuliang felt his legs become stiff and he couldn't move at all.

The ninth-grade drought demon, just thinking about it is enough to make people despair.

"Oh!"

However, at this moment, the previous scene appeared again.

After taking only two steps forward, Hanba stumbled and fell to the ground again.

Because the impact was too strong, another cloud of dust flew up.

Hanba was furious and struggled hard to get up. Then, he stood up, fell down, stood up, and fell down... He staggered and lost all his momentum for a while.

One of its legs suddenly became so fast and flexible that it was completely unable to maintain its balance.

"Hit it!"

At this moment, Qin He shouted again, picked up the recliner on which the stall owner was sitting with his legs crossed, swung it in a circle and smashed it hard on Hanba's head.

"Oh!"

In an instant, the recliner shattered into countless pieces.

It was really broken into pieces, the kind that was broken into bamboo or wood powder.

With nearly a thousand years of internal strength and Taoism, the full force of the attack is terrifying even if it is a recliner.

So, in front of everyone, the arrogant drought demon, whose head had just been raised, was smashed back to the ground.

Qin He's brave and fearless figure was like a god of war descending to earth.

It’s just that the weapons are a bit too casual, either firewood or a recliner.

"Niangxi~"

The stall owner looked at Qin He in shock.

Once a master makes a move, you can tell whether he is capable or not. The power of Qin He's attack forced him to reconsider the master who was hired for 100 taels of silver.

This is like encountering a land immortal.

It's a pity for my own recliner made of golden nanmu and iron bamboo.