Thousands of eyes flashed in the darkness without any flash.

Thousands of rapids kept rushing towards the White Bone Stone Platform.

As his eyes approached, he showed his dull faces and the figures of the people wrapped in monk's robes.

The flowing water gradually stopped, and a dragon snake covered with black scales appeared, and two people stood in the mouth of the dragon snake.

Wen Ren, holding a book and a wolf pen, said nothing, and Taoist Zhang Ye, carrying an ancient sword box.

Wen Ren shook his sleeves without hesitation and said lightly, "It's very lively, don't mind I'll join in the fun too!"

Dao Chi took off the sword box on his back, stood up lazily, and said a little apologetically, "I took a long way to get the swords sent by someone else. Fortunately, you have a lot of nonsense and just caught up!"

Mo Chunfeng glanced at the two of them, pointed to the left and right sides of the stone platform, and said lukewarmly, "If you want to fight, find your own location. If you want to watch the fun, stay away to avoid blood splashing!"

Wenren Buyu and Daochi curled their lips, then jumped out of the black-scaled dragon snake's mouth, and stood on the left and right sides of the stone platform, ready to go.

He glanced at the four people surrounding him, stationed in the southeast, west and north, and finally nailed his eyes to Shen Xiaojia, who was in the north, and raised his mouth slightly, "Aren't you going to be fair? Four to one, is it fair?"

"Can you count?" Shen Xiaojia pointed to the thousands of pairs of eyes in the secret passage behind him, touched his nose, "You still have hundreds or thousands of pairs of eyes here, only hundreds or thousands of hands, you can't say it

Justice should be our brothers!"

"They are no longer humans and cannot count."

"Why aren't human? I think they have noses and eyes..."

"But they have lost their hearts, to be precise, their brains, just walking dead."

"What about their brains?"

It was so difficult that I pointed to my own head, and smiled warmly, "For me... I am their brain now, they are just equivalent to my hands and feet now... Do you know Thousand-Handed Guanyin? I am now! So, general

I should only count one.”

Shen Xiaojia glanced at the bottles and jars on the wooden table and said coldly, "I didn't expect that you not only have an advanced physical worldview, but also proficient in chemistry... How can you make it work? The auxiliary potions for hypnosis are not simple."

"It's not my own merit," sighed, "I need to thank my master and ordinary monks, and those widows who were tricked into getting injections."

Shen Xiaojia said softly and sighed, "It turns out that the side effects of the drug mentioned in the story are the main effects! These people should have taken the drug for a long time, right? Their faces are as white as ghosts, and their eyes are strange.

Sneak..."

"It's not long. They will start drinking the Forget Water when you come to Baimaguan."

"It seems that there is still a rescue, but it's a little more trouble... The decoction and medicine costs of these people are quite expensive. I can only sell you Zhuguo Temple and barely compensate you one or two."

He laughed in a difficult mood, pointed to the other three people, and said in a gentle tone, "Let's start fighting quickly. You see, they are all impatient. Not everyone likes to listen to our nonsense."

"Indeed, the lines you just now have nothing new!" Shen Xiaojia waved the fire knife a few times, politely clenched the knife and clasped his fists, "So... it's hard for master, please!"

When he was in trouble, he folded his hands together and said softly, "Amitabha! Donor Shen... and the other three donors, please!"

"You look down on people too much. What do you mean and the other three donors? Isn't this Yufengzhang deserved to have a name?" Mo Chunfeng snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and suddenly turned into a breeze and it was difficult to blow. The bronze suona

After turning two circles on his right hand, the breeze suddenly became strong and the steel blade on the suona pierced the heart of the difficult heart.

At the same time, Wen Ren Wuyu also opened the book, quickly wrote and painted it on it, and said in a deep voice, "I'm a little angry, you should know that the name of your demon monk can spread all over the country, but here it is

I have a credit from me. Now you don’t even mention my name. It’s so heartbreaking! I once said, “I will know that the pines and cypresses will wither after the cold.”

In an instant, the strong wind brought by the bronze suona by the Mo Chunfeng waving the Mo Chunfeng became even more violent, and it was a bit of biting cold.

But he still looked calm. He swung his right palm and strode his great compassionate Pudu palm. He patted the bronze suona that was about to pierce into his heart. He gently waved his sleeves with his left hand to sweep away the cold wind in front of him.

Sweep away the spring breeze in front of him.

Shen Xiaojia spat on the ground, put away the laughter on his face, and flashed to the backward Mo Chunfeng, gently held it, then twisted his right foot, rotated his body half a circle, and raised the knife to slash it as it was difficult.

The light is like a cold moon dyed with clear frost.

"The Shuangjiang sword energy and Hanyue sword intent are very well integrated. Even if the Nine Life Cat God is still alive, I can't help but praise you." I looked at the moonlight with admiration and popped up two fingers calmly.

Wujie said with a plain face, "What a pity, your internal strength is not deep enough after all. Although it is endless, it is just a small stream. How can you compete with my vast deep sea!"

Ding! The two fierce fingers lightly shattered the frosty moonlight without any disaster.

Shen Xiaojia immediately squirted out a mouthful of blood, slid backwards, and fixed his position where Mo Chunfeng was standing, looking at the dilemma with shock, "Are you so strong? It's impossible, you are not even my pet Xiao Hei

Can't you beat it?"

Mo Chunfeng, who flew backwards, also floated to the ground with the power of support, and just stood at the place where Shen Xiaojia had been standing before. He wiped a thread of blood from his mouth, rolled his eyes and said, "I just love to protect him."

Little animal, you really think that you are easy to bully!"

Dao Chi, who had been watching, suddenly raised his right hand and slapped it hard on the sword box. The air waves were rolling around his body, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans gradually oozed out of his forehead. He glanced at the people with empty eyes and pouted and shouted,

"How careful are you?... The ones there are only walking corpses, not real dead corpses. If you don't care, you will rush to me!"

Wenren, who had returned to his original position, sneered without saying a word, "You can do it, you can go! You can't even pull out the sword, and you are still talking about gossiping, why are you so confident!"

Shen Xiaojia winked at Mo Chunfeng, "You are close, I'll leave the useless firewood to you..." Spit out a mouthful of blood, twisted his neck a few times, stared at the difficult point, "I'll challenge you, my master.

High difficulty!"

"No!" Mo Chunfeng said expressionlessly, "The position you are standing is mine, I should be the one who is brave enough to challenge high difficulties... Moreover, you have no chance of winning against him. As for me,

He can still fight back and forth, and it is more exciting. No matter how strong he is, he is just like the old song, and I am like the old song, so it is most suitable for me to fight him."

"It's all the same, but it's also much different," said the hard sneer, "I'm above the Nine Life Cat God, but you're below the Nine Life Cat God. This is a world of difference! Don't be blindly confident,

It will be dead!"

Wenren coughed lightly without saying a word, looked at Mo Chunfeng with a side face and said, "It is true that you should deal with those iron-armed people. I am a Confucian scholar and I can't do it. Shen Xiaojia is an official, so I can't do it. That Taoist priest is a

A waste, let’s not care about him for now... Let’s talk about Tian Ji’s horse racing story. If you use my lower-level horse to fight against the enemy’s upper-level horse, this is the strategy to win!”

Mo Chunfeng nodded deeply and said, "I understand that I should really let the lower-waiting horses go first..." Then he turned around and faced the people who were approaching the stone platform step by step, pressed the mechanism on the suona, and put it away.

The steel blade spread out its white shirt and a purple color flashed in my eyes, "It just so happened that I was free in this hole recently and wrote a new song. It's hard to love, so I will play it for everyone.

Second!”

Shen Xiaojia looked at Wen Ren who was holding his pen and writing on the scroll without saying a word. He looked at Mo Chunfeng who was about to play the song, scratched his head and said, "I have also heard the story of Tian Ji's horse racing. Who is the inferior horse?

?”

It was so difficult that I sighed and said in a gentle tone, "I suggest that you should go together, go one by one, give it one by one, it's a waste of time... You should be united, after all, a victory in a battle is not a success for one person.

The king is the honor of the team! There is still a chance to work together, and everyone will lose all their battles!"

Rice ball book exploration

Wenren shrugged his shoulders without hesitation, continued to outline his magnificent pattern, and his face gradually turned pale.

Dao Chi was sweating heavily and gasping for breath. His right hand still refused to move away from the sword box, and he was not in a mood to respond if he was in a difficult situation.

Mo Chunfeng couldn't speak because he had already started playing music to the people who were mechanically waving the sticks in his hands. From time to time, he shook his head and twisted his body to sway, like a musician with profound attainments.

Shen Xiaojia did not respond to the difficult words, because his ears were not idle. After listening to a few pieces of music played by Mo Chunfeng, he hummed with a strange expression, "Recalling the past, I can't forget the painful lovesickness, why do you still come?

My heart beats, how difficult is it to love you? You should understand tonight that fate is difficult, love is difficult... This is a fucking thing. When did I sing to him?" I looked at him with a squint, and it was difficult to smash.

He said with a mouth, "But it's the case... It's hard, it's hard for you tonight!"

The moment the words were finished, Shen Xiaojia suddenly rushed towards the difficulty. The Internal Classic was running wildly. Halfway through, he stepped heavily on his right foot, stepped on an invisible Tai Chi pattern, and then dozens of afterimages were transformed into, shouting, "Su

No sound to ask!"

"Inner Classic?" I was so difficult that I stood calmly in the center of the Tai Chi diagram, glanced at the afterimage of Shen Xiaojia in the void around me, and suddenly a huge Buddha figure condensed behind me, and said with a smile, "It is indeed a hidden dragon that is more ecstatic than the donor of Taoism.

Don't use it to force it. Each afterimage seems illusory, but it is real. It's very wonderful..."

Shen Xiaojia raised the fire knife lightly, and dozens of afterimages also moved, either practicing the Nine Styles of Han Yue, or condensed the Shuangjiang Sword Qi, and said proudly, "This is wonderful, and there are even more amazing things in the future."

Yes, keep your chin!"

At the moment when Shen Xiaojia's afterimages attacked together, it was difficult to slowly raise his right foot and take half a step forward. His whole body turned to the side of Tai Chi Yang Fish. The energy of Wujie gathered at the Buddha's palms at an extremely fast speed, and Yu Jinguang

The moment of great prosperity, he suddenly slapped it upwards and said slowly, "It's a pity that your Taoism is not enough, and the Yin and Yang are not coordinated. Yin and Yang are in decline. Perhaps the sword energy and sword intent you practice are too cold.

...Well, let me come and point out the flaws for you!"

Bang! Just as the Buddha's golden palms were slapped out, a strange smile suddenly floated on the corner of Shen Xiaojia's mouth, then quickly put away the afterimage, floated back to the ground, turned his head to look at Wen Ren Buyu and Dao Chi, Gao
Chapter completed!