The Heaven's Jailer

Chapter 1715

"Big white, do you really want to protect him?" Bai Yingjun asked the white boss with his teeth clenched.

Liu Lang's ability to tell the origin of shanglanshan and Tianji clan proves that Liu Lang knows a lot about the base. It's certainly not a coincidence that Liu Lang breaks the seal and goes out of the "nine to one" battle. The more so, the more he has to control Liu Lang, otherwise, after he really enters the castle, he still doesn't know what amazing actions Liu Lang will make.

Bai Yingjun does not allow any accidents.

"You remember what you said just now. Each depends on his own ability. I solemnly inform you that I will form an alliance with Liu Lang and treat our allies. I have always been as warm as the sun, and it is my responsibility to protect him." White old man said with a smile.

"Return responsibility? Your sister

Bai Yingjun's nose is crooked. He didn't expect that Liu Lang only said a word, and the white boss turned over. Of course, it's not accurate to use the word "defection", because he and white boss are not in the same wave.

After more than 100000 years, Bai Yingjun doesn't know what level white boss is now. It's really hard to say who wins or who loses. Bai Yingjun feels as disgusting as eating a fly.

He should have made an alliance with Liu Lang if he knew shanglanshan so well. After all, he and Liu LANGXIAN knew each other and had a congenital advantage. As a result, he was taken the lead by boss Bai.

For a moment, Bai Yingjun wanted to change his strategy and make friends with Liu lang. however, a second ago, he still held a rope to tie Liu lang. unless Liu Lang was a fool, he would not believe him again.

"Alliance, good, white boss, don't blame me for not reminding you, with such a oil bottle, you will suffer a loss later." Bai Yingjun said to the white boss with a gloomy face.

This is a warning to boss Bai and a comfort to himself.

"I like to suffer losses. If you are not happy, bite me?" White boss is very owe to say, then he turned to Liu Lang, "little brother Liu, what else do you know, tell me about it."

"I know a lot. In short, I can help you at the critical moment. I don't need much. I'll do 10% good when it's time." Liu Lang knows very well that boss Bai is trying to test him.

At this point, the best way to deal with it is to remain mysterious.

Because the more he said, the easier it was to make mistakes. What's more, his understanding of shanglanshan was limited to Yi Xingchen's narration before. If he wanted to say more, he couldn't say anything.

"Ten percent? It's acceptable. It's a deal! " Big white laughed and shook hands with Liu Lang solemnly. Then, he regained his mind and looked at Bai Yingjun with some pride.

It's like robbing a treasure from Bai Yingjun.

"Hum!" Bai Yingjun snorted coldly. He took back the rope. He thought it was very difficult to move Liu Lang, so it was better to put more energy into the treasure hunt.

After all, it's one-on-two and he's at a disadvantage.

"Don't keep a long face, this is a big day in our life, smile!" White boss likes to see white handsome eat shriveled appearance, just like white handsome likes to see him eat shriveled.

"Laugh at your uncle." Bai Junjun roared angrily.

"We don't have a boss. You know that." White boss is not angry, smile is still hanging on his face.

"You..." Bai Yingjun pointed to the white boss and really wanted to fight first. However, after thinking about it again and again, he forced down his anger and pointed to the stone gate: "open the door!"

"No problem! You always say that you have contributed a lot. This time, I will offer myself. " White boss shrugged his shoulders and turned to ask Liu Lang, "brother, do you have a knife?"

"Knife? yes! Is this all right? "

Liu Lang didn't know what white boss was going to do, but it was just the white boss who stood up to protect him. So, Liu Lang moved his mind and took out a knife from Wutian Shengbei.

This Dao is the xuanjie throwing knife that was snatched from Xiang Chuo when I was in the blissful island. Although it is not the top xuanjie immortal tool, it is of high quality.

However, Liu Lang has not been able to use refining.

The white eldest brother took over the xuanjie flying knife, touched the blade with his finger, "a little blunt."

"Is that blunt?" Liu Lang swallows and spits. For this level of immortal tools, they can't be described as cutting iron like mud. Liu Lang thinks that even if it is a body refining immortal, I'm afraid they can't stop this xuanjie Throwing Knife.

"But it's enough, just a little bit harder." White boss motioned Liu Lang to stand aside, then turned around, facing the huge stone gate of the castle.

"Do you want to split the stone gate with xuanjie flying knife?" Liu Lang looks suspicious.

He had just experienced the firmness of the stone gate. If boss Bai used the xuanjie flying knife to chop the stone gate, it would be a bit blunt. Liu Lang felt that even if he took a sharp tool from the ground step, he would not be able to shake the huge stone gate.

However, looking at the white boss's appearance, seems to be full of confidence.

Under the gaze of Liu Lang, white boss, who has finished the preparation, holds up the flying knife with a single hand. When the flying knife is used, it is only a palm length, but usually it is in the state of a machete.

After the throwing knife was raised, it was quite powerful.Then, the throwing knife fell heavily, and Liu Lang seemed to see the scene of flying stone debris. However, soon, he realized that it was wrong, because the white boss did not cut at the stone gate.

The blade of the knife was deflected, and the machete, which was three feet long, fell on the other arm of white boss.

With a click, the arm broke off from the shoulder. The blood spurted out, no waste, all fell on the opposite stone gate.

In Liu Lang's shocked eyes, Bai Laoda throws xuanjie flying knife to the ground, then picks up the broken arm and uses it as a pen to write and draw with the blood on the stone gate.

"This..."

Liu Lang was stupid.

It took him a long time to react. He looked back at Bai Yingjun and found that Bai Junjun looked calm. It seemed that the incident of white eldest brother's self mutilation had long been in his expectation.

Turning back, Liu Lang's eyes are focused on the hand of white boss.

With one hand and the other hand, Liu Lang began to sketch out the pattern, which made Liu Lang realize that the white boss was not scribbling.

It's like a splash painting. First, a bowl of ink is poured on the paper, and then the pen is used to draw. Finally, the mountain gate is the paper, the blood of the white boss is the ink, and his broken arm is the pen.

It didn't take long for a painting to appear on the mountain gate.

"Is this shanglanshan?" Looking at it carefully, Liu Lang could not help muttering to himself that a castle towering above the majestic peak looked like the scene in front of him.

"Yes, it's going up Lanshan mountain!"

White old man stepped back a few steps, nodded his head and said, with his voice, the huge stone gate suddenly opened, countless golden lights, straight out of the door.