The whole county is mobilized, with men going up to the river embankment and women transporting flood control materials. "Dai Qibao can only come up with the art of a great man.

Fu Jinpeng chose to hide temporarily, on the edge of a remote fishing pond, these two low-quality and low houses.

It has long been washed away by the surging flood, and it is an ocean.

Dai Qibao dropped his long-term eyes, his eyes were red, his fingers were clenched, and his muscles were angry.

"Yan Houping! This is my private request, let Bajie preside over the flood fight. Except for his use of immortal spells, no one can close the gap in a short time. Secretary Dai Qibao had no choice but to open his mouth to Yan Houping.

"Attention to the factories, it is the men, all the men on the 690 section of the flood control embankment, rushing to block the flood control embankment, and the women are transporting emergency materials. "All factories and enterprises began broadcasting.

"Song Jie! Something big happened, Black Man! Blowing up the protective embankment, the gap spread to more than 170 meters, and it was useless to sink four boats. Han Zhimei panicked with her mobile phone and forcibly disturbed Yan Songjie, who was moisturizing Yu Delong's meridians.

"Dai Pingping, how much did they accomplish to wash the muscles and veins of Xiaobo. Yan Songjie calculated, the Shuning system would not come in handy.

Except for buying some wire rope, it's useless.

"Yan Songbo is finished and is resting. Han Zhimei hurriedly narrated Dai Pingping's situation.

"Yu Dehu and Leopard, the two elder brothers, the younger brother has something to do, so he has to go first. Yan Songjie got up.

"Go quickly! Flood control is a big deal, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry. "The two brothers Yu Dehu and Leopard are wrong-hearted, and they scold the black hero in their hearts for not dying well.

"Master, fighting floods and rescuing people is the best time to obtain Xuanhuang merits. Yan Songjie flew to the personnel department of the group first to find Chen Zhiwei.

Jile Temple is located in the east of the county, facing south is the Yangtze River flood control.

Yan Songjie's group of six people put on close-fitting combat uniforms and worked hard. Fly over the South Gate Bridge and get to the county fire brigade.

Chen Zhiwei, Lin Derun, Yan Songgang, Yan Songfeng, Yan Songling, Liu Xiang, Zhang Yongjun, Yan Jie, and Lu Guangping, nine masters of the Yellow Realm, also put on close-fitting combat uniforms and chased on the ground.

"Songjie! Look at the big thick trunks and lots of wood down there. Wu Ming'er pointed down for Yan Songjie to see.

It is very clear to see it in the sky, all of them are huge and thick, there are dozens of or so, more than ten meters long, and the three of them hug each other.

"Go down, work together to transport the riverside, make a triangular support, and then intersperse it with a wire rope, and finally fill it with a soil bag. Yan Songjie was ecstatic, and he was worried about the lack of materials.

The county lumber company, a huge piece of wood, is stacked one by one in a large open-air warehouse.

Eighteen-year-old Niu Jinhong took her sister and Tang Jingjing, three beauties, to help each person's mother and temporarily guard the warehouse of the timber company.

Their mothers rushed to the flood control levee to deliver supplies, but they did not deliver them, and the big iron gate was locked, and now it was to prevent anyone from stealing.

Suddenly, six young people of about seventeen years old, five women and one bald man suddenly appeared.

Broke into the warehouse of the timber company's freight yard, did not say hello, and hugged the three of them by themselves, and tied up the huge timber more than ten meters long with wire ropes.

"Hey, hey, hey, who are you?, stealing in broad daylight?" Niu Jin's red face was slightly angry, and he ran to Yan Songjie.

Pointing to Yan Songjie's bald head and asking: "Little bald head! At first glance, he is a villain, little rascal".

"It's you!" Yan Songjie recognized the young version of Niu Jinhong at a glance: "Niu Jinhong, we are not stealing wood, tell your mother that Bajie is the host to take it and pay later." ”

"Little rascal, do you know me?" Niu Jinhong secretly wondered, he temporarily replaced his mother's post, and he didn't know Yan Songjie.

"Don't move!" Tang Jingjing also stretched out his hand to stop this behavior: "How can you prove that you are the host of the Eight Rings, there are many small and bald heads in the summer, and everyone calls themselves the host of the Eight Rings."

"I'll show you right away!" Yan Songjie didn't say much.

Yan Songjie saw that the two ends of the wire rope were tied up in sixteen ways, all of which were tied strongly. "Tang Jingjing, you and Niu Jinhong stand far away, in case the wire rope is not strong, it is not good to smash you. ”

"Lin Nian is on one end, I am carrying the other end, Liang Yuhong, Dai Pingping, Han Zhimei, and Wu Ming'er are in the middle, and the speed is in place. Yan Songjie arranged according to the arrangement, and everyone worked together to pick up thirteen huge pieces of wood that were more than ten meters long and more than ten meters long.

More than ten meters long huge wood, "click!" sounded, slowly rose into the air, covering the sky and the sun towards the gap in the Yangtze River.

Niu Jin's face was pale, and he covered his mouth: "Be quiet! The little rascal can fly! It's the host of Bajie!

Tang Jingjing was no better: "The six people are all immortals, they can fly, and they all have the power of nine bulls and two tigers!"

"Quietly, you call! Report the case to the Public Security Bureau. Niu Jinhong didn't dare to fight, it was too mysterious, and the Public Security Bureau definitely thought it was a joke.

Tang Jingjing also woke up and asked Niu Jinhong: "How does the host of Bajie know us." ”

Niu Jinhong shook his head, also dazed: "We've only been here for half an hour, what the hell." ”

"The little rascal is so handsome and stylish!" Niu Jinhong's beautiful eyes bubbled up the little stars.

"He can take five beauties with him! You are sober, he is the son of Secretary Yan. Tang Jingjing hit his best friend Niu Jinhong.

"It's only five people who have a chance, what if they succeed?" Niu Jinhong's beautiful eyes lit up.

"Hey, hey, hey, host Bajie! What is the phone number, so I can find you for money. Niu Jinhong instantly came up with a good way to get Yan Songjie's phone number.

It's a pity that Yan Songjie flew far away and couldn't hear it.

"Are there dark clouds flying in the sky? "At the gap in the Yangtze River embankment, people are like ants, and a long line carries dirt bags.

"When the levee bursts and it rains, the soil is slippery, how do you transport the dirt bags? ”

"It's big timber flying up in the sky. Someone panicked.

"There are still people flying in the sky. "There are sharp-eyed people who find it, little figures.

"Bajie presided over the appearance with great momentum, and what to do with a pile of thick and long wood, one is estimated to weigh more than a ton. Director Hou looked at the sky and pondered.

"Let's make room for wood. Yan Songjie roared as he ran his internal strength in the sky.

"In a group of two, this is a three-hundred-pound sledgehammer. "Yan Songjie is assigned to cooperate with people.

Liang Yuhong transported the white tiger golden pill, and the white tiger's true qi was poured into the machete, sharpening the iron like mud, and peeling off the wood at one end.

Lin Nian called Huanglong Jindan, Huanglong really had the strength to tug up the mountain, and was responsible for tamping the big wood with a 300-kilogram sledgehammer.

Han Zhimei, Wu Ming'er, Dai Pingping, and Liang Yuhong flew above the gap and straightened it.

"Boom!" a huge timber of more than ten meters sank into the far left of the gap, "Bang Bang Bang!" Five or six meters deep, tamped into the dirt.

Yan Songjie invoked the Yin Yang Jin Dan to transform the true qi of the Yellow Dragon, and one person inserted another huge piece of wood, a triangle of 45 degrees, into the soil obliquely, supporting the newly erected wood, so that the triangle was stressed.

"Wow! A person holds a ton of heavy wood and flies in the air, Xiang Yu is alive. The rescue crowd sighed.

The gap on the other side is also operated in the same way, with a fairy method, and the speed is very fast.

"Very good! Stop the spread first, steady and steady, and close the mouth little by little. Dai Qibao saw that Yan Songjie's thoughts coincided with himself.

"Xiang Yu is alive! You only see the power of the Bajie presiding. Dai Qibao said this, dismissively. [.]