The bone-crushing pain penetrated into the bones of his bones. Lu Hongwen's face was distorted, but he still hugged his daughter Lu Yan tightly.
"Daddy!"
"Lu Yuanniang! How dare you come to my Taoist Hall to cause trouble again?" Master Yu flicked his backhand, holding a ruler about seven feet and six minutes long in his hand, and stood up.
The ruler's body was pointed directly at Lu Yuanniang's face. Instead of retreating, she advanced, turned slightly to the side, and dodged. She picked up Pang Yao and threw it to the green hammer that arrived later, and fought with Master Yu.
"Fuck!" Labor and management are injured! Can't you see? Your feet are bleeding, so fighting is so good?
"Old man Yu, you are looking for death!"
Pang Yao was thrown out again and passed to Lin Moyang who was standing aside. Qing Zhui also joined the battle circle with a sledgehammer.
It was thrown out with just one move.
"Get out of my way, I'm sparring with the Master just to prove the truth, no one else should disturb me!"
Qing Zhui's brain seemed to have been opened up, and he raised the sledgehammer and stood between Lin Moyang and Lu Hongwen.
"My young lady teaches the old man fighting skills. If anyone else dares to disturb me, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
After hearing this, Master Yu almost stumbled and fell to the ground. Lu Yuanniang seized this opportunity and came closer, holding Master Yu's belt in one hand and looking natural.
"Master, you have to stand firm!"
Lu Yuanniang was so proud of herself that she had prevented this old guy from being embarrassed. She should be less angry, right?
"Lu Yuanniang, you are going too far!"
The old master's ruler rapidly grew longer and wider at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Where is the ruler, it looks like a long shoulder pole.
The old master became so angry that he no longer wanted to show off. He picked up the pole and swung it towards Lu Yuanniang.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
"No, little friend Qingmai!"
"What do you think?" With a Explosive Flame Talisman in hand, Qing Zhui felt confident and gave a malicious look to another annoying person.
"Huh!" Lu Hongwen gritted his teeth secretly and lowered his head to protect his daughter.
"Tch!" Qing Chui sneered, if you have the ability, you can do it.
Let's fight. Beat each one to death. Fat Yao could no longer complain, so he calmly sat aside and took off his shoes.
(???д???)!!!
It’s impossible not to be injured!
The few spectators on the side who were not watching the performance seriously did not affect the two people's interest in fighting at all.
The poles and hammers hit each other, and sparks flew everywhere. The sound of "bang bang, clang..." was heard endlessly, as if a magic weapon was being forged, but the spiritual energy was agitated and chaotic.
Master Yu's hair and beard were dancing wildly, Lu Yuanniang's muscles were knotted with hammers and the wind was blowing. Every time the Hongmeng crystal hammer hit the big shoulder pole, the pole would tremble astonishingly.
It seems that he has been subjected to some inhuman abuse, and he seems to be experiencing the transformation of life, with pain and pleasure, but he just doesn't listen to the old master.
I tried to hide the magical weapon, but I was in an extremely awkward situation. After more than a hundred rounds, the master's wide-sleeved robe had already become tattered, and the pole still couldn't control it and came out.
Without anyone to control her, Lu Yuanniang is naturally at ease.
"Kuang kuang kuang kuang..." The hammer fell like a gust of wind, only an afterimage could be seen, and only the sound of the hammer could be heard. After thousands of heavy blows, Lu Yuanniang stopped.
With his left hand on his hip and his right hand holding the hammer, he blew away the broken hair from his forehead with a sultry breath.
"Master, this little shoulder pole of yours really needs some heat. After forging it like this, you will definitely be able to use it more skillfully in the future."
Because he had to fight against the out-of-control magic weapon just now, Master Yu's whole body was in chaos. After hearing these words, his energy and blood flowed backwards, and he fainted.
Everyone...
A strange wind blew and the leaves fell.
A person with conscience finally found her voice.
"Mom, you made my husband so angry that he fainted."
With a casual throw, the Hongmeng Crystal Hammer was deeply embedded in the ground. Lu Yuanniang put her hands on her hips and messed around in a serious manner.
"Nonsense, Master, this is the best magic weapon, and he fainted with joy."
"You are young and don't understand. Old people should avoid being overjoyed or sad. Master Yu is like you. If you are happy, you will faint when you look at it."
What he said made sense, and I was speechless. Pang Yao deeply doubted whether his upper and lower limits still needed to be lowered before she could keep up with my mother's pace. She would continue to be shameless to the end.
"What a magic weapon, it's really great!" Qing Zhui felt as if he had seen a peerless handsome man, and was extremely obsessed with him.
"Old man Yu got a big deal this time."
Lin Moyang was shocked throughout the whole process! He couldn't find any sense of his own existence, his outlook on life was shaky, and he was not far from complete death.
"Let's go, Mother Chui'er has prepared something good for you."
The cold wind blew across the back of his neck, which really gave him a jolt, and Pang Yao suddenly woke up.
Lu Yuanniang smiled and narrowed her eyes, thinking that she was wearing the skin of a loving mother, but Pang Yao could not see her bad nature.
Fatty laughed dryly.
"Mom, how good is this? All good things should belong to my mother. How can I enjoy them? I'd better give them to my mother!"
If the opposition was effective, there would be no such creature as a domineering president in the world. Lu Yuanniang ignored others and left after mentioning Pang Yao.
"Mom, I can walk back, so I won't tire you out!"
Lu Yuanniang smiled.
"Be good, don't make trouble, mother loves you the most!"
When others saw it, they only thought that a loving mother and a filial daughter were in harmony. Fat Yao's eyes were filled with tears and he felt unspeakably pitiful. He used his light body skills to hurry up and quickly reached home.
"Tell me, what's going on?"
"Mom, my feet hurt so much! I must have twisted a tendon." Fat Yao pretended to be pitiful.
"I should make you feel the pain for a while longer before you realize how powerful it is, so as not to lose your life later. I don't know why? Don't change the subject, you stinky girl. Tell me quickly, how did you get yourself into such a bad look?"
Fatty said in a low voice: "They didn't check for a while and that's why Lu Yan crashed into the lake."
"Haha!" Lu Yuanniang sneered.
I don't know where the courage came from, and Fat Yao found a little sense of confidence.
"Didn't they notice? If we really open up the fight, Lu Yan will definitely not be my opponent."
"Your mother and I are cultivators of one body. As the daughter of a cultivator, you were thrown into the lake. Do you think it's because my mother didn't teach her everything, or because your girl is as stupid as a pig and can't grasp the secrets?"
"An extra bowl of rice will be added tomorrow, and the medicated bath will begin in half a year. From now on, the food intake must be of good quality and quantity according to the direction set for my mother. If you eat less than one grain of rice for your mother, take it as a sign that you feel you have learned something."
, I want to challenge my majesty, I don’t mind teaching you how to be a new person.”
The patient needs to calm down, reflect, and recuperate (actually Fat Yao put her mother in solitary confinement).
There must be a road and a boat in front of the mountain in the driveway and it will go straight to the bridge. Let’s talk about tomorrow’s things tomorrow! I woke up so early in the morning and felt a little sleepy now. Pang Yao fell asleep in a daze.
It was a very sweet sleep. When Pang Yao woke up, he faced the black gauze curtain above his head, and could vaguely see the carved roof.