Fu San only rushed out two steps and came back, his mind full of melon seeds, holding thousands of opportunities, and wanted to scold my mother, I was embarrassed.
Chu Qing looked apologetic: "I really don't blame you this time."
Taoist Feng threw out the broken sword and inserted it into the ground, with a cold expression on his face: "Don't force the old Taoist to have murderous intentions. Mr. Chu, if you don't know better, I will definitely put you in a dilemma of life and death!"
Fu San spit out a tooth, looked at Taoist Feng, then at Chu Qing, and finally let out a long sigh.
Chu Qing also sighed silently, unable to explain.
Seeing Feng Taoist approaching step by step, Chu Qing had nothing in his hand. He wanted to pick up some more pebbles, but he was afraid that Fu San would stab him twice.
After forcing himself to calm down, Chu Qing quickly said: "Brother, we are all educated people, why do we need to fight and kill, don't you think so?"
"Stop talking nonsense, I'll ask you one last time, do you want to hand over this person or not?"
Chu Qing was furious.
You can play with your legs just before you look at it. When you go out to take a shower, you meet an assassin. What the hell is this?
If Tao Ruolin hadn't said that to him just now, it wouldn't matter, her excitement would have been in vain.
This feeling is like the goddess of luck who finally smiled and lifted up her skirt. Then she knelt down and took a look. She was even bigger than herself!
"I've been involved in all sorts of messy things!"
Chu Qing turned sideways, got into a fighting stance, and did two rope skipping steps: "Old bk, I'll let you learn from me. This young master's Chu family's unique skills will make you scratch your eyes every time!"
"court death!"
This time, Feng Daoren had already developed murderous intentions, his eyes were red, and he rushed forward like a cannonball being discharged.
Fu San moved a step to the side and stood in front of Chu Qing, Qian Ji thrust out again.
Feng Taoist had already expected that the broad sleeves of his robe would be waved out again, but Fu San even predicted the Taoist's prediction of his own prediction. Although Qian Ji thrust out, he quickly retracted it and drew it from bottom to top.
go out.
With a "stab" sound, the sleeves of the robe split in the middle, and Feng Taoist pushed out with a palm, hitting Fusan's chest.
The third brother flew backwards and hit Chu Qing's body, causing the two of them to roll into a ball.
It was just a meeting, there was not even a change of moves, and the third brother was at a disadvantage.
Feng Daoren stood firm, but who could have imagined that the third brother fell to the ground, grabbed a handful of pebbles in his hand, and threw them at Lao Dao like a rain of flowers. At the same time, he demonstrated to Chu Qing the correct way to open the hidden weapon.
Waving his sleeve robe again, he was able to withstand the rocks, but Fu San, who had taken the opportunity to retreat, had already arrived first with Thousand Machines in his hand. The cold dagger blade was like lightning piercing the sky, piercing the already cracked
The open sleeves of the robe reach straight to Taoist Feng's chest.
There was no blood splashing, and there was the sound of gold and iron clashing. Fu San, who was fighting for his life, suddenly felt something bad.
Feng Daoren pushed out with another palm, which was so powerful that Fu San flew backwards again. This time, there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.
Chu Qing, who had just gotten up... fell down again and was knocked down by Fu San.
Chu Qing quickly helped Fu San up, and looked at Taoist Feng again. The Taoist robe on his chest was torn, but the inside was shining with metallic luster. He was obviously wearing inner armor, metal inner armor.
“I won’t cry until I see the coffin!”
The Feng Taoist snorted coldly and looked like a ghost, with one hand turned into a claw and grabbing at the three-sided door of Fu.
Chu Qing's expression changed drastically, and he pulled the pale Fu San behind him.
Unexpectedly, Fu San slipped and subconsciously grabbed Chu Qing's arm.
Chu Qing... fell again.
At this moment, a huge... Anyway, very stocky figure fell from the sky!
Yes, it falls from the sky. It either jumps out from somewhere or shoots out with a whoosh, or it falls from the sky.
With a scolding sound, the figure fell down. The Feng Daoist curled his claws into palms, and the figure falling from the sky clenched his fists and punched out.
As their fists and palms collided, Feng Taoist's expression changed drastically and he took six steps back. His palms were blood red and his wrists ached.
Looking at the sturdy black figure again, it was the aka Sitting Cannon. Bihua, the eldest maid of the Tao family, should have taken advantage of her with her fists, but Bihua also felt numbness in her fist bones. In order to relieve the force, her two short legs
His legs kept flipping up and down, and he kept retreating at an extremely fast speed.
Then... Chu Qing, who had just gotten up, was knocked down.
Chu Qing wanted to curse, but when he saw it was Bihua, his face showed great joy.
"Fat girl, why are you here?"
Bihua quickly pulled Fu San up, with a look of distress on his face: "Third brother, what's wrong with you?"
Fu San felt the energy and blood in his body churning, gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go together!"
"Third brother, just rest, I'll come."
Fu San shook his head: "You have no chance of winning, let's go together."
Feng Taoist looked wary and stared at Bihua: "Who are you?!"
As soon as the expert makes a move, he will know whether it is there or not. With one precise move, the Feng Taoist will know that this fat girl is not easy to mess with.
Bihua ignored Chu Qing and also ignored Feng Taoist. Seeing that Fu San was fine, he breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, I heard that the third brother came to take a bath, so I came here to take a peek... I peeked to see if there were any assassins while the third brother was taking a bath. As expected, I guessed it."
Chu Qing: "..."
Bihua bit her lip and stared at Fu San, her fat face flushed: "Third brother, why are there so many scars on your body?"
Fu San said nothing.
Bihua's face became redder and redder, and she couldn't even pull her eyes out: "The third brother is really a good man."
Chu Qing couldn't help it anymore: "Sister, can you respect that assassin a little bit? Don't look at me. Fight the enemy. Fight the enemy!"
Bihua quickly wiped her saliva and nodded heavily: "Third brother, let's fight side by side."
The Feng Taoist did not take the initiative to attack this time, but the third brother was as reckless as ever, gritting his teeth tightly, knowing that the opponent was wearing inner armor, holding Qianji behind his back, and rushed forward again.
Bihua followed closely behind, arriving first. Although he was unarmed, his fists as big as clay pots were ready to attack.
The two of them attacked at the same time, one on the left and the other on the right. Looking at Feng Taoist again, his body was motionless, the left hand and the right hand were slow...the left hand was six, the right hand was seven.
Just when Chu Qing thought that the old bk was suffering from epilepsy, Feng Taoist's two cuffs suddenly shot out a cold light.
Fu San was extremely experienced in fighting enemies. He was short and managed to avoid the hidden arrows.
The one who shoots Fu San is a sleeve arrow, and the one who shoots Bihua is a short arrow.
Although Bi Hua had little experience against the enemy, he was victorious because of his extremely quick reaction. He raised his palms and at the critical moment, he unexpectedly grabbed the blade with his bare hands and clamped the short arrow between his fleshy palms.
Not only was it caught, Bihua also flicked her palms, causing the short arrow to fly back.
Feng Daoren also didn't expect Bihua's kung fu to be so good. Seeing the short arrow shot back, he subconsciously waved his sleeves to block it, and with his right arm, he attacked the oncoming Fu San.
Unexpectedly, the third brother knew that the opponent was protecting his head and was wearing inner armor. He didn't want to use Qianji at all. Instead, he roared and rushed directly into Feng Taoist's arms. He hugged the opponent with both hands and just pushed Feng Taoist away.
Thrown to the ground.
Bihua also followed the trend, one on the left and one on the right. The fat girl pressed Feng Daoren's left arm with her hands and pressed her left leg with her knees.
I have to say that Bihua is still kind after all. If she gave Feng Taoist a big dick now, at least half of her face would be shattered. Therefore, this girl has no murderous intention at all.
Fu San also didn't expect Bihua to stretch his hips like this, and rolled his body, suppressing Feng Daoren's right arm and leg.
The two of them used their strength at the same time to temporarily restrain the Feng Taoist.
But who knew that the Feng Taoist was so powerful that he almost knocked Fu San to pieces.
The three of them were all using "ground skills", and there was a stalemate for a while.
Chu Qing finally moved.
He has been waiting for this moment, waiting for this moment to turn the tide and make the final decision.
"Scratching the eye sockets!"
With a roar, Chu Qing ran wildly, preparing to run directly over and then jump up high to deliver a classic people's elbow strike from a boulder.
Seeing that he was about to reach his destination, suddenly... very suddenly, Chu Qing's foot slipped.
After all, it was next to a stream, and the pebbles were extremely smooth, so Chu Qing just... slipped.
The planned elbow strike by the people was definitely not there and turned into a sliding tackle.
Chu Qing fell backward, but his whole body still slipped out, with his right foot in front.
A scream that pierced the eardrums resounded throughout the world.
Chu Qing's sliding shovel was right in the middle of the Taoist's crotch.