In the final analysis, there is a difference in the realm between me and Mr. Fu.

Even if Mr. Fu is not a living person, but a ghost king or ghost god in the underworld after death, and his combat power is the weakest among his peers, I can't really win against him.

Luckily, I didn't really need to win him, or catch him or something.

I just had to hold him back, and I let myself go completely in this fight, so the anger in my heart dissipated a lot.

The two of us fought together, and no one else could intervene.

Mr. Fu's own cultivation is indeed profound, and his strength is evident in his strength when he breaks the true body of Sui Bai Daoren with one punch.

I don't know if Mr. Fu is prepared otherwise, or if he is really so confident in himself, in short, the ghost things that Mr. Fu brought over have really damaged a lot.

In less than ten minutes, the ghosts under Mr. Fu's hands completely disappeared.

At this time, Lu Zhenren and the others, who had no enemies to deal with, fell on Mr. Fu's body.

However, because Mr. Fu and I fought too fiercely, Lu Zhenren and the others did not dare to rush over and rush into our battle group.

The scales of victory and defeat are already tilting in our favor.

It is estimated that after a while, we will be able to solve this problem.

Wei Rubing's injuries haven't healed yet, so I specially left someone to watch her.

The more Mr. Fu fights, the more impatient he becomes, not only because the victory or defeat has gradually become clear.

There is even more frustration that the plan did not succeed.

Finally, after a few more blows, Mr. Fu shook the three soul devouring forks in his hand and jumped aside.

I wasn't quite happy yet, but Mr. Fu jumped to the side, and there was no other movement, so I had to stop the spell.

At this moment, Lu Zhenren and others immediately came over and surrounded Mr. Fu.

Mr. Fu was not interested in the difference in numbers, but now something has changed.

"What? don't want our lives?" I smiled coldly.

Mr. Fu didn't speak, just stared at us with good eyes.

After a short while, Mr. Fu grinned and said coldly: "I must admit that your strength is indeed good, beyond my expectations. ”

Speaking of this, Mr. Fu suddenly sneered and said, "Since you can do this, and the person I want to deal with has not come, then what was prepared for him should be used on you now!"

Before, I had been suspicious that there was definitely something wrong with Mr. Fu making such a flawed exchange.

As it turned out, I guessed right, but the next thing was quite bad for us.

As Mr. Fu raised the three Soul Eater Forks in his hand high above his head, soon, figures walked out of the woods, or beyond.

I counted them, and there were six of them, all of them in the form of muscular men, three of them were like Mr. Fuku, with a bull's head on their heads, and the other two were carrying a horse's head with different shapes and colors.

It's clear that the two different races, the Bull Head and the Horse Face, have come together for something.

Before, I thought that the mountain god seal of Wulang Mountain was what they wanted most, but now it seems that the truth may be a little different from what I thought.

Mr. Fu, they should be here for the bull's head.

They should have known that I not only knew the bull head, but also could talk, so they wanted to catch the decent bull head Yin handsome, so Mr. Fu played such a play.

But he didn't expect that after thinking about it for a while, I didn't go to the bull head for help, but brought some unknown people to find me.

In Mr. Fu's opinion, I should not be short of preparation for such an obviously problematic transaction.

Something that backfired on him still happened.

Therefore, Mr. Fu no longer hid, but used the traps he had prepared in advance.

Four bull heads, three horse faces, the worst cultivation is about the same as mine, and the cultivation is basically the same as mine.

The tide of events on the field was reversed in an instant.

We went from strong to weak in an instant.

Judging from my cultivation, if I want to knock all these guys down, it is naturally impossible for it to happen.

"How's it going, kids, can we have a good talk?"

A smile appeared on Mr. Fu's cow's face at this time, which looked very weird.

Have a good talk?

I knew in my heart that there was nothing to talk about.

No matter what we talk about, I will not agree to him.

The mountain god seal of Wulang Mountain will not be given to him, and as for the whereabouts of the bull's head, I don't know at all.

Still, I'm going to put it off a bit.

Mr. Fu looked at me and said, "The matter has come to this point, and I don't complain to you, now, I am already a bull head and a handsome." ”

As he spoke, Mr. Fu pointed to a horse-faced strong man beside him with his hand, "This is a horse-faced handsome." ”

Only then did I know that Yin Shuai had been replaced in the underworld.

The bull heads and horses I know have all been brushed off, and the two guys in front of me have taken their place.

This was somewhat unexpected.

"What we really want to know is not only the whereabouts of the two of them, but also the mountain god seal of Wulang Mountain to me, so that I..."

Before Mr. Fu could finish his words, he was interrupted by Lu Zhenren on the side and said, "Otherwise, let us go?"

Lu Zhenren's tone was full of mockery.

As soon as Lu Zhenren's words were finished, a trace of anger immediately appeared on Mr. Fu's face.

In his opinion, giving these mortals face and opportunities three times and twice is already his greatest tolerance.

"None left!!"

After Mr. Fu finished speaking, a deep voice sounded, and his body jumped up.

Several other figures followed, rushing towards us.

The strength of these guys should not be underestimated, and we immediately raised our vigilance and fought with them.

Unlike last time, this time we are the ones who suffer.

The number is not much cheaper, and the individual strength is much worse than others.

In this way, we will naturally suffer.

Lu Zhenren and the others were not idle, and they fought with the bull head and horse noodles one after another.

Soon, we were in trouble.

Lu Zhenren's magic weapon, the measuring ruler, was not of much use, and after a few clicks, he was chased around by Ma Mian who was holding a huge long knife.

If this continues, the lives of our people will be really in danger.

At this time, I suddenly noticed that Mr. Fu's offensive suddenly stopped, and the tempo suddenly slowed down a lot.

I knew right away that there was something wrong with that.

After thinking about it carefully, I suddenly figured it out, Mr. Fu is not dead yet, he still thinks that the bull head is handsome around us.

This is of course impossible, but it buys us valuable time.

(End of chapter)