Duan Xiaohong didn't even look at Erzhuzi, and walked towards He Naizi, mumbling.
"It's useless to shout at you, why don't you pour hot water on them?
Erzhu, let you see today what the battle in the supernatural circle is all about.
It's not something that can be solved by just coming up and nagging.
It’s not a sports meeting either. Just go for it if you shout for it.
Everything speaks with strength. If you are not capable, you are nothing.
The battle in this supernatural circle involves more than just dignity, face, quick words, and the fight for justice.
Rather, it is a desperate effort to block life."
Although he said it a bit like a godson, Cai Gen really didn't expect Duan Xiaohong to be able to speak such literate words. What kind of person is he usually hiding under the appearance of Jiu Mengzi?
Duan Xiaohong walked up to He Naizi. Due to the height difference, she raised her head and smiled contemptuously. The smell of alcohol wafted out of her mouth, making He Naizi frown.
"My younger brother, Duan Xiaohong, represents the three Changbai bloodlines and I will fight with you today.
Single fight or group fight?"
Seeing Duan Xiaohong walking towards him, He Naizi was a little confused. What kind of characters are these?
Is this treating yourself as an arena?
Taking turns?
In fact, it's not that He Naizi is afraid of taking turns. At present, it seems that he is not the one who is in a hurry.
The Baqi side should have finished their work. The reason why they haven't contacted me is that they are still consolidating the results.
By spending time with them here, I think I am buying time for Baqi.
It's just that what Tong Aiguo, the Ma Jia family, found was all crooked melons and cracked dates.
Not to mention the arrival of a foreign monk, here comes another charlatan?
Is this the decline of Ma Jiashi?
Is there not even a single orthodoxy of shamanism?
I have already invited the big black tiger god out. If I choose to fight one on one, it will go with Duan Xiaohong's heart. After all, one-on-one is definitely better than two-on-one.
For such a simple closed question, how could He Naizi choose the wrong one? Every one of them would be killed.
"Let's fight in groups. Let's not make so many complicated rules."
Duan Xiaohong smiled and didn't care about He Naizi's subtlety.
"You are a guest as you please, why did you come from afar?
You have to choose your own way of death, and you won’t be able to blame others after you die.”
This fat girl's words are very damaging. Why did I choose the dead end?
He Naizi didn't bother with her unlucky words and took the lead in taking action, stabbing Duan Xiaohong in the heart.
The big black tiger god followed closely behind, and the huge wooden stick swept towards Duan Xiaohong's waist like an army.
The attacks from the two parties arrived in front of Duan Xiaohong almost at the same time. He was either stabbed to death or beaten to death. He could choose one or more of the two situations.
Duan Xiaohong first leaned back to avoid He Naizi's knife, and then she unreasonably tightened her abdomen to avoid the wooden stick. Looking at her round figure, now as flexible as a streamer, she was assuming a posture that was contrary to common sense.
If it was just an abnormal movement, everyone could understand that Duan Xiaohong usually studied hard and practiced hard, practicing Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer. Like Xiao Sun, she had worked hard for many years, but Duan Xiaohong spoke up.
"Mei Mangjiu, be careful. These two guys work well together. Is there any room left? I'll go up too."
"There must be a place at Chang Bao's house. Come up quickly. I'm having a hard time myself."
Two voices, a man and a woman, came out of Duan Xiaohong's mouth, like a cross talk, but none of the voices belonged to Duan Xiaohong.
After the simple conversation, Duan Xiaohong seemed to have suddenly changed into a different person. She suddenly picked up her speed. Originally, she was surrounded by He Naizi and the two men and could only dodge. Now she can occasionally fight back while dodging, relying on her short body.
His figure was like a snake, slithering around He Naizi and his wife in front, back and left, making it very difficult to control them.
Duan Xiaohong's performance greatly exceeded He Naizi's expectations.
While He Naizi was attacking, he began to observe Duan Xiaohong carefully. This little chubby girl was not as ordinary as she appeared. Did she do the wrong multiple choice question?
After two different voices came out of Duan Xiaohong's mouth, Er Zhuzhu was so shocked that he covered his mouth with his hands.
What's happening here?
Is Xiaohong possessed, or has she changed her gender behind her back?
Could it be multiple personalities?
I remember when I was in school, the two schools and the two faiths were very exclusive and almost non-inclusive.
As long as it is not one's own way, in the eyes of Buddhism, it is an evil heretic, and in the eyes of Christianity, it is a devil's heresy, so I look down on other schools in the paranormal circle. They are just small tricks and cannot be put on the stage, so there is no in-depth teaching.
Although Er Zhuzhu has the physique of a top scholar, his understanding of other schools in the supernatural world is basically the same as that of ordinary people. This is the first time he has seen the fighting method of Ma Xian.
In the past, what I saw was all about taking a stand and not being representative.
"Boss Cai, what do you think is going on with Xiaohong?
Did you sell your soul to the devil, or did you let evil spirits take hold of you?"
Cai Gen smiled bitterly and shook his head, while giving a look of contempt.
This child only cares about eating and not playing. If Duan Xiaohong heard these words, he would be like a little top if he didn't beat him.
Tong Aiguo understood better and nodded appreciatively.
"Little Fatty's foundation is really good. It's amazing that she can withstand two old fairies at the same time."
It seems that shamanism is also knowledgeable about the matter of Chuma Xian, and knows more than Cai Gen. Although his wife is also a Chuma Xian, she has never explained it to him in detail.
"What's so great about it? Now that Chuma Immortal has a disciple, isn't there a lot of people in the Old Immortal family?
There are only two of them, not many, so what’s so great about them?”
Tong Aiguo looked at Cai Gen with contempt, just like Cai Gen looked at Erzhu with contempt just now.
"It is true that there are many immortals in the hall, but most disciples are limited by their physical bodies and can only invite one old fairy to come up at a time.
If it doesn't work or if the expertise doesn't match, then the next person can be replaced. At this time, Duan Xiaohong invited two old immortals at once, and he was still able to get away with it, so his strength will increase and he will not fall behind."
Seeing that Cai Gen still seemed to understand something, Xiao Sun became anxious.
"Third uncle, this is the same as the stage theory. As big as the stage is, the heart will be as big as it is. If the stage is big enough, there will be more people on stage.
Usually the stage of Di Ma is small, so only one protagonist can sing. Now that Duan Tudou is a big actor, two protagonists can sing together, so there are two protagonists.
Hey, it’s a pity that he’s not a famous actor, so it’s not surprising that they are both.”
Cai Gen felt deeply about Xiao Sun's pity. If he hired a character like Fuxi Shennong, he would be able to handle the situation with just one, and there would be no need to hire two.
Tong Aiguo helped Duan Xiaohong finish his bragging, feeling a little inappropriate. After all, the big black tiger god is the god of nature in shamanism. Although the positions are temporarily different, it is not interesting if he doesn't brag a few words.
In the future, when the eldest brother finds out about this, he will have to reprimand himself for not expressing the position he should have.
