At this time, Dahan is like a huge spider, and Zhong Yebai is like a small fly.

Let Zhong Yebai have been through a hundred battles, but where have he seen this kind of scene.

At this time, the only thing Zhong Yebai can rely on is his determination to see death as home.

This battle cannot be won.

However, if the grasshopper shakes the tree and dies, it must also have dignity.

Zhong Yebai rolled up his ragged hand sleeves, revealing his dirty, extremely thin arms, and his eyes stared directly at the big man's glowing red pair of copper bell moves.

Since there is no way to retreat, then there is no retreat!

But I saw that the big man flicked his hands and feet vigorously, and his whole body came towards Zhong Yebai.

With this bomb, the entire Taoist temple was shaken, and countless dust particles fell down sparsely, which shows the great strength of the Han and the fierceness of the ejection.

In the blink of an eye, the big man's body came to Zhong Yebai's body, and the limbs that had been reversed before also returned to their positions, and punched Zhong Yebai's face.

Fortunately, Zhong Yebai reacted very quickly, and quickly turned his head sideways to dodge the fatal blow, but he was still half a beat slower, and half of his face was still scraped off by the big man's fist, and his face was suddenly blurred with flesh and blood.

Of course, Zhong Yebai was not to be outdone, while being scraped off his face by the big fist of the big man's casserole, his thin arm waved his fist, and hit the big man three inches under the throat with a heavy punch, which was the Tiantu acupoint.

Of course, the heavy punch here is only for Zhong Yebai, with this thin body, it is already the limit of this body, and most of its strength has to be attributed to the fighting skills that Zhong Yebai has learned before.

If you can't fight hard, then you will hit the hole!

Fortunately, when Zhong Yebai learned martial arts, he learned to fight acupoints, Chinese martial arts, broad and profound, and defeated the strong with the weak, and hitting acupoints is one of them. Of course, Zhong Yebai was not sure whether this punch had any effect, firstly, this punch was too weak for the burly man, and secondly, judging from the situation of the big man at this time, it could not be judged by people.

I saw that after the big man punched, he slid forward by inertia, and his feet were reversed again, clasping the floor, and he actually drew two marks on the bluestone slab.

Dahan rubbed his throat and coughed lightly twice, obviously, Zhong Yebai's punch still made Dahan feel a little painful, and hitting the acupoint still had some effect.

Of course, on the other hand, Zhong Yebai, who is missing half of his face, is simply insignificant to Dahan.

The big man looked at Zhong Yebai, who was missing half of his face, and a pair of red tricks were not only full of fierce light, but also a little more greedy.

Obviously, Zhong Yebai's half-fleshy face had already aroused the appetite of the big man at this time.

Before it was murderous intent, this time it is appetite.

These are two completely different concepts.

The big man finally laughed greedily, showed Bai Sensen's teeth, raised the fist that had just scraped off half of Zhong Yebai's face, and licked it a few times with his tongue, unwilling to waste half of the ingredients.

Damn it!

Zhong Yebai scolded secretly.

Shi can be killed but not humiliated, and dare to treat Lao Tzu as food?

Zhong Yebai was furious, endured the severe pain, forced the eye that had not been destroyed, and glanced around the Taoist temple again while the big man was still savoring the smell of blood on his fist.

In the battle of life and death, the more familiar you are with the environment, the more you understand, the more chance you will win.

Even in the current situation, the odds of winning by one point are so insignificant.

Zhong Yebai's gaze stopped on the Taoist clay sculpture again.

The Taoist priest held the sword in one hand and pinched it in the other, and the bright sword once again attracted Zhong Yebai's attention.

That's a luster unique to metal.

Either it's a real sword, or the sword is also made of clay, but now the situation is critical, and you can only try.

Zhong Yebai took two steps back, dodged, and hid behind the shrine, letting the clay sculpture block between himself and the big man, of course, mainly blocking the big man's sight.

Seeing that the big man still hadn't moved, Zhong Yebai's power gathered his legs again, took a step forward, jumped hard, and jumped onto the altar.

The Shentai is not high, more than two feet, even if Zhong Yebai's body is weak, this height, with skills, it is not a problem.

But at this moment, he heard a fierce beast whispering above his head, and suddenly raised his head, and the big man turned his limbs backwards, and hung upside down on the beam of the roof of the Taoist temple like a spider again.

After smiling, the big man let go of the beam of the house with his limbs and fell down with gravity, and Zhong Yebai took advantage of the gap when the big man fell, went around to the clay sculpture, broke off the sword in the clay sculpture's hand, and aimed straight at the heart of the big man who fell towards him.

Luckily, it turned out to be a real sword, genuine, such as a fake replacement, and the weight is not small, it can be seen that the material is good.

Want to treat me as food?

Kill me, but don't insult me!

The sword was too heavy to wield it, but it was crushed to death, and it was also aimed at the heart of the big man, Zhong Yebai used his strength to eat milk, and stabilized the position of the tip of the sword.

Just when the tip of the sword was about to pierce the heart of the big man, suddenly a gust of wind whistled, and the two wooden gates of the Taoist temple fell down in response, and a black shadow rode the wind, took the big man away, threw the big man on the thatched pile, and snatched the sword in Zhong Yebai's hand.

"Don't wake up soon!" a reprimanding voice echoed in the temple.

The shouting and reprimand was like thunder, blowing up the ears of Zhong Yebai and Dahan, making the two of them suddenly feel empty in their hearts.

The monstrous murderous intent and greed of the big man suddenly disappeared, receded like a tide, and when he woke up, his eyes were no longer as red as Fang Cai, they had returned to normal, and he looked at his situation in surprise, he didn't remember what happened just now, he only felt sore, especially the joints of his limbs as if they had been chiseled by a hammer and axe.

The black shadow stood still, but it was a yellow-robed Taoist, who held a sword in one hand and a trick in the other.

And Zhong Yebai was surprised to find that this yellow-robed Taoist was the same as the clay sculpture Taoist in this Taoist temple, but this Taoist was immortal, and his face was not angry and arrogant, but he was not as angry as the clay sculpture Taoist.

On the one hand, Zhong Yebai was grateful for the life-saving grace of this person, and on the other hand, he was surprised why this person was so similar to the clay sculpture.

This clay sculpture could not have been made by this man himself? Could this old man with fairy wind and bones really be so narcissistic? But why did he make himself so fierce and vicious?

In Chinese history, according to the shape of their own faces, statues for people to worship is not nothing, and there are many, for example, the famous female emperor Wu Zetian, let the craftsman sculpt many big Buddhas according to his own face, for the people of the world to worship, but those statues are all graceful and luxurious, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, if any craftsman dares to sculpt himself into a fierce god and evil appearance, it is even to anger the face of the sky......

said that it was too late, but he saw the yellow-robed Taoist priest's hand squeezing the trick and waving it to him, and shouted, "Get up!"

Say what you say!

Zhong Yebai only felt a gust of wind coming, and like a small tornado, he rolled himself into the air, threw it in front of the big man, and fell firmly on the thatched pile.

Seeing that half of Zhong Yebai's face was bloody and blurred, the big man couldn't help but ask with concern, "Little brother, why did you become like this for so long?"

Zhong Yebai really wanted to smack the big man with a full face at this time. And how did I get like this?

If I hadn't suffered from this physical weakness, I'd let you know how I got to be like this.

But seeing that the big man looked dazed, he took out a cotton handkerchief from his arms as he spoke, helped Zhong Yebai wipe off the stains on his face, and even ripped off the gourd around his waist, poured out the wine, soaked it on the clean side of the handkerchief, and evenly smeared it on Zhong Yebai's ruined face, and kept chattering in his mouth.

"Little brother, my wine is strong, it hurts a lot when applied to the wound, you have to endure it, but if you apply my wine to the wound, the wound will heal quickly, and it will work better than the gold sore medicine!"

Of course Zhong Yebai doesn't care about this kind of pain, when the army is on a mission, people who have walked back and forth a few times through the ghost gate will be afraid of this pain?

It's just that the wine was hot on his face, and his muscles couldn't help twitching, but Zhong Yebai's silence made the big man give him a thumbs up.

"Little brother, don't look at your weak body, but you are really a man, although my strong wine heals the wound, but it hurts tightly when applied to the wound, I once had a cut on my arm, and I applied a little of this wine, and the pain made me shout that the whole village thought that there was a murder!

Looking at the big man's look of admiration for him, Zhong Yebai really couldn't cry or laugh.

The qi that originally wanted to explode on Dahan's body couldn't get back up for a while.

Ay!

Zhong Yebai sighed secretly, he was unlucky, but he had to find something to make up for it, he couldn't just eat it!

After breathing a long sigh of relief, Zhong Yebai stretched out his hand to the big man.

Dahan was at a loss again.

"Wine!"

Dahan's eyes lit up, "Little brother wants to drink? To be honest, this wine is made by me, an ancestral secret recipe, my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather made wine in this way, and the koji has been passed down since then, so the taste must not have changed! By the way, little brother, you must have questions, am I not a cloth seller? Why do I still make wine at home......?

Zhong Yebai didn't wait for Dahan to continue, reached out and grabbed the wine gourd in Dahan's hand, and took a few sips.

Ha!

Zhong Yebai breathed a long sigh of relief again, and the depression in his chest suddenly disappeared.

It's good wine, people, and good people!

That's the mouth...... Poor that big ass, although he can't speak, he probably has to be beaten in the future......

But the next moment, something even weirder happened.

Zhong Yebai thought at first that his eyes were glazed, or that he had hallucinations after drinking, but after confirming with Dahan repeatedly, Zhong Yebai was sure that he was indeed not dazzled.

The clay statue of the Taoist on the altar moved......

And jumped down from the altar, and out of nowhere, he touched a sword that was exactly the same as the one in the hand of the yellow-robed Taoist, and pointed directly at the yellow-robed Taoist.

The two yellow-robed Taoists who looked the same, but their expressions were very different, stood face to face in front of Zhong Yebai and Dahan, as if they were going to fight to the death.

Oh my God, what kind of world is this? It's crazy!