Zhang Fangfang's voice was hysterical, with trepidation, with fear, with an inexplicable meaning.

Everyone was taken aback, and then laughed.

It's almost the New Year, and all the junior brothers and sisters, senior brothers and sisters, are starting to be funny, wanting to make the atmosphere of the New Year come early. For example, the current senior brother sat on the stone pier just now, and this is Sanqingguan, what danger can the senior brother have?

Help me?

Everyone didn't take it seriously, what should they do.

Zhang Fangfang's face turned pale again, and seeing that no one believed him, Zhang Yifang hurriedly said to Zhao Yingying: "Senior brother, hurry up and find the master, I... I ......"

"Hiss ......"

Zhang Fang bared his teeth and grinned, and beads of sweat on his face flowed down: "My ass ......"

It hurts!

Not only was there the pain of the flames, but there was also the pain of someone stabbing with a knife, as if the buttocks were already rotten. Poke it, just poke it, but poke it at the chrysanthemum...... Zhang Fang was ashamed, his face was pale, and at the same time, he also felt a little embarrassed.

"Senior brother, your performance was very unsuccessful, didn't you see that I was the only one left here?"

Zhao Yingying shook his head, turned around and walked out of Sanqingguan: "I still have to go and pick up the master and the senior uncle and sister......

"Oh......"

Zhang Fangfang's face suddenly turned red, and a seductive sound came out of his mouth.

The flushed face revealed a look of shame and indignation. Zhang Fang felt that the feeling of his ass being burned by the flames was getting stronger and stronger, and it seemed that a stick had pierced his robe and entered the chrysanthemum......

Zhang Fang wanted to get up, but his buttocks seemed to grow on top of the stone pier. In the past, Zhang Fang could easily lift more than a dozen of this kind of stone piers, but now, the stone pier under the buttocks is as heavy as Mount Tai and can't be lifted at all......

"Don't go..."

Zhang Fang was dumbfounded, and then noticed that this was the stone pier where the master often sits. Zhang Fang's face turned pale again: "I really didn't mean to......"

I really didn't mean to sit here.

Instinctively, Zhang Fang felt that this was the master thinking that he was challenging the dignity of the master by sitting here, and deliberately made a secret move to punish himself. Of course, there is a bigger reason for this, which is that the master often sits here and moves here......

Therefore, Zhang's first reaction was to ask the master for help.

Now that everyone here is gone, who can help themselves?

The aura of water in Zhang Fangfang's dantian, the law of water in the sea, constantly running, running to the bottom of the buttocks, Zhang Fangfang's idea is very simple, that is, water overcomes fire, and he knows the use of the law of water, which can extinguish the flames under the buttocks......

The idea is good, but the reality ...

"My cultivation is insufficient, and the master prohibits it casually, even if I try my best, it will be difficult to resist......"

This is the master deliberately punishing himself ... This is to know the lesson for yourself......

"Master... The disciple knows that he is wrong, and the disciple will not dare in the future... Master, you can spare the disciple this time..."

Zhang Fang was about to cry, and the pain in his buttocks became more and more intense, almost one, almost to the limit of his patience. It's like at this time, someone is holding a flame to burn their body, and with a knife, scraping your bones, and using a knife, stabbing your chrysanthemum......

Zhang Fangfang's body was already slightly stiff. Zhang Fangfang put all the water aura under his buttocks, but the burning sensation became stronger and stronger like adding fuel to the fire.

"Hey..."

Zhang Daoran, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, wanted to return to the Taoist temple and come to the rescue, but finally shook his head: "If you don't go through some hardships, how can you know the use of strength? If you travel and something happens, can you come to the rescue in time?"

Zhang Daoran didn't make a move, still standing on the edge of the cliff.

Zhang Fangfang's mournful cry for mercy alarmed the other disciples.

More than 20 pairs of eyes looked here in unison.

At the beginning, they felt that Zhang Yifang was acting, just to win everyone's pleasure. So at first, they didn't take this matter to heart, and deliberately left with a smile on their faces.

Now that such a long time has passed, Zhang Fangfang's whole body seems to have stiffened, and sweat has wet his robe.

"It's not acting!"

If this is acting, then the acting skills of the elder brother can really be compared to those old film and television actors!

"Senior brother, you are... What's wrong?"

The first one to be thrown over was Zhao Yingying, who had nothing to do, so he played with Lang Yining. Seeing that Zhang Fangfang's expression was wrong, things were not as simple as he imagined, so he was the first to run over.

"My... The ass seems to be stuck to the stone pier... There seems to be a flame burning down there, and you try to pull me. ”

Zhao Yingying nodded, came to Zhang Yifang, and grabbed Zhang Yifang's arms with both hands. The legs are slightly bent and suddenly forced...

"Sneer......"

The sleeves of Zhang Fangfang's arms were directly shattered, but Zhang Fangfang was as steady as Mount Tai and motionless.

Zhao Yingying was dumbfounded, what he cultivated was the physical body, not to mention that the strength of his arms could carry mountains and seas, at least he still had the strength of a thousand catties. However, Zhang was not pulled up.

Zhang Yifang's arms, where Zhao Yingying pulled, the sleeves of his shirt were broken, his arms were grabbed by his own hands, and there were obvious scratches......

"Quick... Fast... Douse water on the stone pier under my buttocks, it's already on fire......"

Zhang Fang felt that his buttocks were all gone, and he was about to be burned to ashes, burning his bones.

Seeing that Zhao Yingying was still in a daze, Zhang Fang hurriedly shouted.

This shout not only woke up Zhao Yingying, but the people who were originally walking here also found an abnormality. Hurriedly entered the kitchen, the end of the basin, the end of the bowl, the bucket of the bucket, all full of water, walking here.

"...... Uproar"

You Yixiu poured a basin of water on the stone pier under Zhang Yifang's buttocks. The water was as cold as ice, and Zhang Fangfang's lower body and stone piers were all poured with cold water. The stone pier has no reaction and is indistinguishable from ordinary stones.

But Zhang Fangfang was still trembling, and suddenly spit out a trace of white foam in his mouth: "What kind of fire is this, I can't see it, I can't extinguish it......"

Everyone looked at each other, but it was really unclear what happened to Zhang Yifang. Zhang Yifang didn't look like he was performing, and he seemed to be really in trouble. At this time, Zhang Fangfang was extremely embarrassed.

The face was white again, sometimes blue, and sometimes blood-red.

Zhang Fangfang's eyes were full of anxiety and fear, and Zhang Fangfang's body had stiffened and began to foam at the mouth.

"What the hell is going to be? What should we do?"

The crowd didn't pay attention, mainly because they didn't know what was going on.

"Go find Uncle Zhang...... Big brother is almost finished......"

All the Daoists rushed to the outside of the Taoist temple, shouting as they ran: "Senior Uncle, Senior Uncle Zhang, Senior Brother is almost finished, and he has hit the evil ......."

"Zhang Zhenren... Senior brother is dying, come and save your life......"

Zhang Fangfang, who was originally dazed, heard the shouts and cries of these junior brothers and sisters, and the cries for help, and almost spit out a mouthful of old blood: "You are... Ruined my reputation......"

What am I dying?

Isn't this just a rumor? How can cultivators like us run into evil spirits?

Rolling his eyes, Zhang Fang finally couldn't hold on under the double blow and passed out in a coma......

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