"If Master's apprentice is just a man who can fight, then I am really disappointed. Forget Huan said indifferently: "As for your speculation about me, I can only say that it is nonsense. It would be ridiculous not to use your enchanted mind to speculate on my thoughts. ”

Zhou Fei closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then pulled the knife out of the ice.

"Come on, it hurts. ”

Forget Huan still maintains his character as a high monk, no matter what he does, he will make a move first, and he has the kind of style.

"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Amitabha. ”

"Grass, people like you have to go to hell. ”

After Zhou Fei finished speaking, he slashed horizontally.

The ice began to crack at his feet.

The crack is like a tree that has been attacked by a two-way foil, sticking to the ground, dense layers.

It's like a firework that blooms close to the ground.

Brilliant.

Forget Huan raised his head, and a snowflake fell from the sky.

It was still a clear sky before, and I don't know when it was already cloudy.

God only gave Datang half a sunny day.

I don't know how long the snowfall will last this time.

Don't look at the fact that only one snowflake has fallen now.

However, this may become the last snowflake that crushes Datang.

Forget to reach out and catch it, so that the temperature of the palm of the hand is the same as the temperature of the snowflake, so that the snowflake does not melt.

Snowflakes have shapes, usually hexagonal irregular diamonds, and of course quadrilaterals and pentagons, each snowflake is different, just like you can never find two leaves at a glance.

Wanghuan's eyes suddenly became full of Zen, and at this moment, he was indeed in line with the character of a monk.

His eyes were compassionate.

He doesn't look at snowflakes, he sees the world.

A flower is a world, a leaf is the same.

Forget let out a soft sigh.

The fluttering snowflakes paused for half a second.

Time and space stand still!

Although it was only half a second, he used such an act to show that he was far beyond Zhou Fei's realm and cultivation.

The pinnacle of the Divine Hidden Realm!

The snowflakes that fell again suddenly became extremely violent, and they rotated rapidly around Wanghuan, gradually changing from chaotic to awe-inspiring order, from a huge army to a regular army, and countless snowflakes condensed into a statue of an Arhat.

This is a pot-bellied Arhat, grinning, should be the legendary happy Arhat.

The long sound of the arhat is deafening.

The knife qi drawn by Zhou Fei stopped abruptly, the hand holding the handle of the knife was also a little numb, and the tiger's mouth was even cracked with several cracks.

"Demon subjugation!" Forget Huan let out a soft drink, and Happy Arhat flew over.

Zhou Fei waved his knife to block, and was hit by Luohan hard.

......

When the wind and snow fell, Meng Zhulu ordered a rapid march!

It is necessary to get to Cloud City before dark.

Yuncheng has sent a messenger to inform him that the food needed in Chang'an was prepared yesterday, and this is also the last batch of food that Yuncheng can provide.

Moreover, this batch of grain is not safe in Yuncheng, there are too many hungry people in the city, rumors are spreading, and some people take the opportunity to incite the people to make trouble. Yuncheng Taishou Huizhi was already anxious, and even had the idea of having his own child for a while.

In addition to the civil strife in the city, a large number of homeless mountain bandits also gathered outside Cloud City, most of them were ordinary people who fell into the grass because they were too hungry, in order to grab a bite to eat. Yuncheng is the winged city of Chang'an, and it has always been the second granary of Chang'an. These mountain bandits are very clear that if Chang'an is to be rescued, he must pull grain from Yuncheng.

They had already tasted the sweetness once before, so this time they were ready to repeat the old trick and grab it again.

Driven by hunger, the prestige of the Meng Jiajun could no longer scare these people.

They only have white rice in their eyes.

Meng Zhulu kept sending the sentinels to the front to investigate, almost a carpet investigation, although it was safe, but it also slowed down the rhythm of the army's advance. If the weather is still sunny, Meng Zhulu can always insist on this practice. But now that it's snowing again, the same approach won't work, and whatever lies ahead, you have to speed up.

Meng Zhulu rode a horse and walked at the front of the team, and he used this way to warn those mountain bandits who were about to move, it was me Meng Zhulu who was transporting grain, and those who were not afraid of death would come and try it.

On the top of a mountain, hundreds of mountain bandits are ambushed here, and the location of the peak is the leader of the mountain bandits, and a man wrapped in a black robe.

His voice was very hoarse, as if his throat had been burned by a red-hot iron lump, and he struggled to speak. However, it is such a male duck voice, but it has won the respect of all the mountain bandits.

The reason is very simple, without this black-robed man, eighty percent of the mountain bandits would have starved to death!

It was he who brought the news of the grain delivery, it was he who killed the top officials of the first batch of grain transportation teams, and it was he who trained a group of high-level mountain bandits who were of great use in the shortest possible time.

Without him, there would be no current bandit team.

Even some mountain bandits, under his brainwashing, are ready to do it as a lifelong career.

In the past, many homeless people joined the mountain bandits, nothing more than a bite to eat, and when the wind and snow passed, they were still ready to go back to farming, but now many people have changed their minds, thinking that mountain bandits are a very promising profession, grab a ticket to be able to farm for a year, and if you have money, you can go to the best green building in the city to play.

"Strategist, when are we going to do it? "The mountain bandit boss is called Tao Kuan, he is a strong and reckless man, more than one meter nine, it is rare to be able to grow so tall in this year, he slaughtered his wife and the adulterer's family of thirty-six because his wife stole people, and then he became entangled with a group of street gangsters, and fell into the grass.

On weekdays, he also does the business of robbing houses and houses, and he has never thought about doing anything to the army, after all, the combat effectiveness of the Tang army is the first in the world, and it is comparable to their rabble.

As a result, the last Tang army was like a collective evil, and it was not their opponent at all, and that battle gave Tao Kuan and his men confidence, so even if they faced the world-famous Generalissimo Meng Zhulu this time, they were not afraid at all.

On the contrary, there is a kind of excitement to try.

If you can defeat Meng Zhulu, won't you be famous all over the world?

It's exciting to think about!

The soldier in his mouth was a black-robed man, and after hearing Tao Kuan's words, he said, "Do you want to become famous in a war, or do you want food?"

Tao Kuan licked his face and said, "I want both." ”

"Then wait. The black-robed man said, "Tell the brothers, let Meng Zhulu go over, and wait until they come out of Cloud City." According to Meng Zhulu's habit, he will definitely leave Cloud City tonight, this is a person who is extremely loyal to the emperor. The second emperor is still starving in Chang'an, how can he spend the night in Cloud City, then is the time for us to do it. ”

Tao Kuan rubbed his hands excitedly: "Understood, understood." "I want to talk about "The Strongest Waste Material System" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~