Nangong Shi had no choice but to stop the car, turn off the lights and sit quietly in the car for a while, the moonlight outside was hazy, there was silence everywhere, and the poetic cliff in the distance was like a giant in the middle of the mountain like a flock of chickens.

He didn't hear any movement, got out of the car with a big stick, locked the door and looked around, as if he had entered a primitive state, and everything was silent.

He walked towards the Poetic Cliff, the road was bumpy, and after walking for three or four miles, suddenly the cry of an owl came from the direction of the Poetic Cliff, and the sound was sad and tragic!

Suddenly, there was a low voice from three zhang away in front of him, and then two black shadows flashed, as if he had found Nangong Shi and went into the nearby barren grass, Nangong Shi was startled, and quickly hid behind a stone to investigate!

About ten minutes later, the grass moved, and two people came out and looked around for a while.

A low voice said, "Boom!"

Another also said, "Boom!"

Immediately after, the two chattered non-stop.

When Nangong Shi heard this, he secretly thought that he was a Japanese, what the Japanese were doing here? Suddenly, he remembered the word "Shuangtian", and didn't they all bring "Tian" and "Lang" to Japan? It seems that it was the two of them who brought themselves here.

I saw the two of them talking, took out the katana in his waist, flicked it in the surrounding wild grass, and stammered Chinese: "The surname is Nan, I saw you, you come out for me, if you don't come out again, I'm not welcome......"

Nangong Shi couldn't cry or laugh when he heard it, and scolded Grandma Xiong in his heart, my surname is "Nangong" not "Nan", it is really two turtle sons with half a bottle of water, seeing that one gradually came to him, he didn't treat him, but quietly escaped behind another stone, he wanted to hear what else they would say.

I saw that the two of them were fiddling in the wild grass for a while, and after not discovering the existence of Nangong Shi, one said: "Has that kid gone to the Poetic Cliff?"

When this sentence came out, it was completely the accent of the East China Sea, which was very pure, and Nangong Shi couldn't help but be stunned when he heard it in his ears, secretly wondering if the Japanese could also speak such a pure local dialect of the East China Sea? How is this possible? Then I heard them say:

"Surely, I guess you didn't see us just now, but we were too worried. The latter continued.

The former said: "This kid is so bold that he dares to go to the poetic cliff where everyone talks about it?"

"As the so-called artist is bold, the master said that he has the ability to subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger, and he is the reincarnation of the world-saving King Kong, it seems that there is nothing wrong!"

"Well, as long as he goes, our mission will be accomplished, and the rest will depend on his creation. ”

"Senior brother, do you really believe that the Poetic Cliff is haunted?"

"I don't believe it, but I don't believe it, how do you explain those weird things?"

"Okay, I think so too, but since Master values him so much, what is the reason for pushing him to the cliff of poetry?"

"Okay, as long as Master knows, we don't have to think about it, we just need to play the role of our two bastards, Toyota and Honda......"

When Nangong Shi heard this, he was extremely surprised, it turned out that these two people were really not Japanese, they were just pretending to be Japanese Toyota and Honda, thinking of Toyota, wasn't it the Japanese devil who injured himself with a shuriken in Poison Wind Ridge? When Toyota left, he said that as soon as his master came, he would inevitably suffer, and it seemed that Honda was either his senior brother or master.

But who are these two? Who is their master? Listening to their tone, there is no ill will towards themselves. They just want to follow their master's will and lead themselves to the Cliff of Poetry.

Listening to their tone, his master values himself very much, which means that their master himself must know it, and their master values himself so much, which shows that it is not dangerous to go to the poetry cliff, but his time is very tight, they are so tormented, shouldn't they harm their own big things?

But. On the other hand, how did they know about Toyota and Honda? and pretending to be them to lure themselves, could it be that those two Japanese devils had already been invited by Ju Lizhong?

Nangong Shi was about to go out to ask for an explanation, when suddenly a bunch of blue-green fireballs suddenly ignited under the poetic cliff, the fireballs swayed from side to side, jumping up and down, and it was really a ghost dancing.

Immediately after that, the ghost dance image changed from one to two, and then from two to four, and so on that in less than ten minutes, dozens of fireballs danced there as if they had been given souls.

"Senior brother, look there......"

Nangong Shi didn't say anything, and there was an exclamation not far away.

"Wow!

The other exclaimed as well.

The two people seemed to be frightened, but they didn't run, and immediately squatted on the ground, sat cross-legged on the two boulders, folded their hands, and bowed their heads and silently recited that Amitabha Buddha was coming.

Nangong Shi didn't see this situation clearly, and only said that these two people were too timid, and they were so scared that they didn't dare to speak out, okay, you are afraid. I'm not afraid, I'm going to see what the hell is going on there.

Thinking of this, Nangong Shi jumped out from behind the stone and shouted, "Hey, buddy, do you want to go to the ghost dance with me?"

The two of them were taken aback when they heard this, and they bounced up from the stone with a "whoosh", picked up the weapons in their hands, and said sharply: "Yexi, your ...... South...... Nangong Shi's right?"

Nangong Shi heard that he was stammering and still pretending to be Japanese, so he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Don't be funny, I've heard all your conversations, what Shuangtian? Japanese! Tell me honestly, who are you? Why are you lying to me to come to this Poetic Cliff?"

I never thought that the two of them saw that Nangong Shi had seen through their identities, pulled each other, didn't say a word, ran towards the way they came, and after a few ups and downs, they drowned in the wild grass.

"Damn!

Nangong Shi muttered, didn't care, dragged the stick, and walked towards the poetic cliff.

In just ten minutes, about a hundred meters away from the Poetic Cliff, he hid behind a boulder, looked at the place where the ghost danced, and found that there was no difference from just now, there was a flat ground under the Poetic Cliff, and dozens of blue-green fireballs were still jumping there.

After looking at it for a long time, Nangong Shi found that those dancing fireballs were always in the same style, there was no change, and they looked trance from a distance, which was very weird, and they were very dull when they looked close, nothing unusual.

Is this the so-called ghost? Nangong Shi couldn't help but laugh out loud, he thought, this is just phosphorus fire.

Thinking of this, he walked towards the phosphorus fire with a stick, secretly thinking that with just one stick he could make that ghost fire become a heavenly girl scattering flowers.

At this moment, the wind suddenly rose under the poetic cliff, and in an instant, the wind blew violently, flying sand and stones, and dozens of fireballs dancing with ghosts were blown out in an instant, and disappeared without a trace.

The open space in front of him was extremely dark, and suddenly there was a suffocating eerie horror and an incomparably terrifying aura.

Nangong Shi was shocked when he saw this, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, knowing in his heart that there was really some unusual weird aura here, maybe it was his laughter just now that alarmed something.

was thinking about it, and suddenly a black shadow dangled from the poetic cliff, the black shadow seemed to be hanging in the air, the size of a bison, a pair of fist-like blue-green eyes, terrifying and terrifying, and what was even more creepy was that he actually made a baby-like voice, like crying, and as if laughing, straight towards Nangong Shi, the speed was extremely fast.

Nangong Shi was naturally bold, but at this moment, he couldn't help but have his hair standing on end, his scalp tingling, and his muscles tightened, but his ability to be a little nervous was true, but if he was afraid, it was still very early, at least he wouldn't be scared of his soul or something.

Without thinking, he grabbed the stick with both hands and hit the black shadow with a stick, the black shadow "clucked" and let out a series of weird laughs, and then, without waiting for Nangong Shi to make any moves, he quickly retreated.

Nangong Shi was stunned for a moment, and the black shadow turned back again, but this time it was very different from the last time, only to see that the black shadow came to him, and a very powerful force pushed towards Nangong Shi's chest.

Nangong Shi couldn't help but be stunned, what is the situation? How can this very strong force be like the palm power of a martial arts senior? Without thinking, he flashed sideways to avoid the edge, picked up the big head stick and smashed it down against the black shadow in mid-air.

The power of this stick used seventy percent, and the speed was as fast as eight points, if it was hit, even if it was an American bison, it would stagger a few times and die, let alone a human.

Nangong Shi secretly thought that he used the power of his life to hit a stick, even if the black shadow in front of him was really a ghost, he would not be able to escape the sad end, and he would definitely be wiped out.

However, he never expected that his stick had not yet been smashed down, and the black shadow in the air had already landed, and then rolled on the spot, stood up, and did not wait for Nangong Shi to look carefully, and came over to "brush and brush" three palms in a row.

Nangong Shi couldn't help but be taken aback again, this cloud of ghosts floating in the air fell to the ground, and actually turned into a person, whether it was a person or a ghost, he was forced to make a move, and in an instant, he forcibly took her three palms.

The power of these three palms is very strong, and the shock made Nangong Shihu's mouth numb, trembling all over, barely standing still, he was taken aback again, this kind of soreness and numbness by the opponent's palm power, he has had it for the first time, it can be seen how high the opponent's force value is!

In the haze, Nangong Shi saw that the black shadow was veiled, his clothes were fluttering, his body was as light as a swallow, like a dream, he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, a person or a ghost.

Because she saw that she was very powerful, she didn't dare to slack off, threw the stick aside, waved a quick fist to counterattack, didn't have much effort, saw each other to dismantle the moves, saw the style of dismantling, and had already fought one hundred and twenty times, and couldn't tell the winner from the loser.

The old ghost Ning Lin's fast boxing has been famous for a long time, and he once won the world's No. 1 for him, and when he reached Nangong Shi's generation, he seemed to have surpassed Ning Lin, and also made great contributions to his title of academy fighting king, to be honest, since his debut, he has not met an opponent who really scared him, and even in most cases, he was beaten by him.