"Haha-"

"Stop, don't move!"

"Hit-rob! haha-"

"Hey, talk about you. Heist and pull over!"

"That donkey-faced old man, don't look at it, it's you, pull over quickly. ”

Zhou Jianlai was very excited, like being beaten with chicken blood, so that he couldn't suppress the restlessness in his heart, and laughed while shouting and robbing.

Zhang Xiaopaw felt that robbery should be a hidden, dangerous, exciting and serious matter, but it was turned into a light-hearted and joyful foolish act by Zhou Jianlai. He couldn't understand why Zhou Jianlai laughed out loud, as if the roadblock robbery was worth showing off and glorious.

"Heh-phew-"

Zhou Jianlai brandished his long sword, jumped up and down to stop the carriage, but unexpectedly, the donkey-faced old man who was driving the carriage was not only not afraid at all, but even coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm from the depths of his throat and spit at Zhou Jian.

Zhou Jianlai hurriedly dodged and dodged the biochemical attack of the donkey-faced old man, and then showed a blank look on his face, because the reaction of the donkey-faced old man was different from the dozens of robbery scripts he envisioned, so he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

After being stunned for about five or six breaths, Zhou Jianlai suddenly straightened his chest and closed his abdomen, squirming violently in the depths of his throat, and then a mouthful of thick phlegm broke out and shot at the donkey-faced old man.

The donkey-faced old man didn't seem to expect Zhou Jianlai's counterattack to be so fierce and unexpected, and he was almost covered by Zhou Jianlai's thick phlegm on his face, but fortunately, he turned his head at the last moment and escaped the catastrophe.

The donkey-faced old man immediately blew his beard and glared, extremely angry, stood up suddenly, pinched his waist with both hands, and pouted his long mouth at Zhou Jianlai: "Heh-bah-"

"Phew-phew-" Zhou Jianlai did not show weakness, dodging and firing back.

"Heh-phew-"

"Phew-phew-"

Zhang Xiaopu stood not far away, hurriedly covering his face and turning his head, for fear that others would know that he and Zhou Jianlai were in the same group, which was a robber who blocked the road and robbed, and it was clearly the second middle school patient who escaped from nowhere.

What's even more terrifying is that the second secondary patient robbed another secondary two patient, and the scene was unbearable.

Zhou Jianlai gave Zhang Xiaopaw the impression of being mature, steady, reliable, resolute, and decisive, but now he had to re-examine Zhou Jianlai's temperament.

"Ah—it may be that the pain of the broken arm has hit him too hard, causing his temperament to change drastically. Zhang Xiaopaw sighed sadly in his heart, finding a reasonable reason for Zhou Jianlai's second-class behavior.

"Idiot!"

"Silly dick!"

"Two neuropaths!"

People passing by all shouted and dodged, for fear of being splashed with thick phlegm.

"Huh-"

"Heh-heh-"

I don't know how many mouthfuls of thick phlegm were sprayed at each other, and the donkey-faced old man finally ran out of ammunition in his throat, and he didn't let out a mouthful of phlegm after several 'heh' sounds.

"Haha-" Zhou Jianlai pinched his waist and laughed arrogantly, and said: "Donkey-faced old man, admit defeat, master, I just drank a belly of water, and my saliva is endless." ”

"No. Mao Xiao'er, it's really insidious and vicious!Do you dare to let the old man come back to fight you for 300 rounds after he is full?" the donkey-faced old man scolded.

"Haha-" Zhou Jianlai laughed on his back and shouted: "Fools talk about dreams, don't leave to buy money and don't want to leave." ”

A crisp and pleasant woman's voice suddenly sounded in the carriage, asking, "Donkey Lao, are we losing?"

"Back to the house, the little old man is not skilled and defeated. The donkey-faced old man turned around and replied respectfully, looking unwilling and helpless.

"Since you lost, then just keep the money. The woman in the carriage said.

"Listen to the master. The donkey-faced old man replied, then looked at Zhou Jianlai, who was stopped in front of the carriage, and asked, "Boy, how much silver do you need to let you go?"

"Half. Zhou Jianlai stretched out a finger and said, seeing the donkey-faced old man's puzzled expression, he explained: "Leave half of all your money." ”

The donkey-faced old man's eyes widened, and he shouted, "Boy, your appetite is too big!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the curtain of the carriage suddenly opened a gap, and a small white hand stretched out from the carriage, its five fingers were slender and as delicate as green onions, and it was very beautiful and beautiful. Her slender white fingers pinched a few silver tickets, shook them slightly, motioned to the donkey-faced old man to continue, and said, "It's also quite good to experience being robbed once." ”

"Hehe, yes. The donkey-faced old man's face suddenly softened when he heard this, and he smiled happily with his long beard, took the silver ticket in his hand, stretched out to Zhou Jianlai and said, "Boy, the silver is here, do you dare to come and get it?"

"Joke, why don't you dare?" Zhou Jianlai furrowed his eyebrows, beckoned to Zhang Xiaopu, and ordered: "Little ones, go and bring the silver to Lao Tzu, don't show your cowardice, let people see the joke." ”

Zhang Xiaopaw was already messy in the wind.

He was stunned for a moment in his mind, looked at Zhou Jianlai, then looked at the donkey-faced old man, and the woman who had never shown up in the carriage, extremely suspicious that the three secondary two patients were patients from the same place, otherwise how could they be so tacit.

A man with a sword and a sword with his teeth and claws robbed, for fear that people all over the world would not know that he was a robber in the road.

A robber who was robbed was not afraid, but spit on the robber with thick phlegm.

The robbers were angry and spit on them.

So the two staged a war of words.

In the end, the robbers won, and the robbers obediently handed over the silver tickets.

What is this?

Zhang Xiaopu remembered that this was not the case in the story of the champion.

In the story, the robbers are all fierce and vicious, and they are prone to kill people without saying a word. None of the robbers were like this, either they were so frightened that they would hand over their money, or they fought back and fought the robbers for 300 rounds.

Is it all a lie in the story?

Zhang Xiaopaw couldn't help but have a picture in his mind, three or five hundred robbers robbed a large caravan, and the two sides stood in a row facing each other, a drum sounded, and they spat each other.

Such a picture frightened him, and he quickly shook his head, shook off the picture in his mind, and secretly determined: "No, the story is not a lie, it is these three people who have the problem." ”

"What are you doing in a daze? Go collect the money!" Zhou Jian came to see Zhang Xiaopaw stunned, and couldn't help but be a little angry, feeling that Zhang Xiaopaw's minion was too eyeless, and he dropped the chain at a critical moment, could it be difficult to let him, the leader of the robbers, go up and collect the money, that would be too much of a loss of identity.

"If you have time, you have to train well. Zhou Jianlai secretly decided.

Zhou Jianlai's urging voice woke up Zhang Xiaopaw in the mess, Zhang Xiaopaw looked at the silver ticket in the hand of the donkey-faced old man, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, feeling that so much money could definitely heal Niu Dawa's injury.

He had never seen a silver ticket when he was so old, he only knew that the silver ticket was a lot of money, a huge amount of money.

"Oh, good. Zhang Xiaopaw hurriedly answered and ran to the carriage.

However, he took a step forward, and suddenly there was a stumble under his feet, and with a bang, his right knee fell to the ground, and half of his knee was not in the dry and hard ground.

Zhou Jian came to see and cried.

What's going on?

Get down on one knee and pay a big salute?

What is the banditry of the robbers?

What is the face of the robbers?

Zhou Jianlai hid his face in shame, feeling that his great image had been ruined by Zhang Xiaopaw.

"That's it, maybe it's not enough to be a robber, so let's train slowly in the future. For the first time, I personally went out and gave him a demonstration. Zhou Jianlai thought so in his heart.

He pulled a sword flower, the long sword was upside down, the blade of the sword was attached to the inside of his arm, and he shook his messy hair, coughed lightly and cleared his throat. With his head held high, his eyes were angry, he clenched his cheeks, and put on a posture of looking at everything, revealing the ruthlessness and hideousness of the robbers, and walked forward.

Bang!

Zhou Jianlai took a step forward, kneeling directly on the ground, and couldn't help but look confused.

What's the matter?

At this time, he understood why Zhang Xiaopaw was so dignified why he knelt down and bowed to the donkey-faced old man, not because he wanted to, but because he had to.

One step seems to have a mountain falling on the shoulder, the surging and majestic pressure is irresistible, and the knee is bent in an instant, and you have to kneel if you don't kneel.

Zhou Jianlai's eyes trembled violently, and he looked up at the donkey-faced old man with difficulty, and saw that the donkey-faced old man was looking at him and Zhang Xiaopaw with a smile, the silver ticket in his hand was swaying, and he joked: "The money is here, if you have the ability, come and get it." ”

The cold sweat on Zhou Jianlai's forehead came down as soon as he brushed it, and then he knew that such an ugly donkey-faced old man in front of him turned out to be a hidden master, and it should be said that he was an extremely terrifying master. With his aura alone, he and Zhang Xiaopaw were so suppressed that they couldn't move, and they did it so easily and comfortably, they couldn't imagine how profound their cultivation was.

Zhou Jianlai wanted to remind Zhang Xiaopaw of the danger, but he was suppressed so much that it was difficult to breathe, how could he still speak.

Zhang Xiaopaw was panicked at first, but quickly calmed down, he had experienced similar momentum oppression several times, but this time the situation was different.

Whether it was facing Su Mou's momentum oppression or the black giant ape's momentum oppression before, he could more or less feel where the source of the oppression was, that is to say, he could capture the breath of Su Mou or the black giant ape, but this time he couldn't capture it at all.

His gaze fell on the donkey-faced old man, who was standing there with a smile, but he always felt that his eyes could not catch his figure. It's obviously close, but it seems to be separated by a world's distance.

"Ahh

Zhang Xiaopaw roared in a low and angry voice, his muscles bulged one by one, and his green tendons became hideous, and he tried all his strength to stand up, but his body did not move. He felt extremely uncomfortable, feeling that all the strength of his body hit the air, and there was no sense of strength, but it provoked the qi and blood in his body to surge, and a mouthful of fishy sweetness rushed to his throat and almost vomited.

Zhang Xiaopaw hurriedly stopped brute force resistance, feeling that he couldn't be targeted, and he had to catch the traces of the donkey-faced old man's breath and be targeted. Then he calmed down and searched carefully with the help of the subtle realm. It's just that he wasn't sure if he could capture something intangible but real like breath momentum.

After a few breaths, Zhang Xiaopaw was overjoyed, and he caught a strange air current. As soon as he caught this air current, the figure of the donkey-faced old man suddenly became clear in his field of vision, as if a transparent partition had been removed.

But the brief surprise distracted him, and in an instant the strange air flow disappeared again, and the figure of the donkey-faced old man became erratic again.

Zhang Xiaopaw hurriedly took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and became more and more calm.

"Huh!"

The smiling donkey-faced old man standing in the carriage suddenly exclaimed, staring at Zhang Xiaopaw with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Why are you surprised, donkey?" asked the woman in the carriage curiously when she heard the startled voice of the donkey-faced old man.

"That kid-" The donkey-faced old man pointed at Zhang Xiaopaw, and said in a surprised tone: "He is actually in a subtle state of mind, and he is using a subtle state of mind to capture my breath!"

"Really?" The woman's voice in the carriage raised a lot, and the white jade fingers opened a gap in the curtain of the carriage, and through this gap Zhang Xiaopai was observed. A pair of beautiful autumn eyes showed a look of jealousy, because entering the subtle realm is the state of mind that every cultivator dreams of.

Entering it is very small, and you can see all things. From the small dust floating to the changing stars, everything can be checked.

No one doesn't want such a perverted skill.

Click!

At dusk, there was a slight sound in the air, like the sound of ice shattering.

The donkey-faced old man snorted again and turned his head to look at Zhou Jianlai.

I saw that Zhou Jianlai actually stood up half of his body, he closed his eyes, held the sword with one arm, and pointed the tip of the sword obliquely forward, making an offensive posture.

The long sword hummed and seemed to be in the midst of a fierce battle.

"Sword-Kenshin Will?" the donkey-faced old man's eyes almost popped out, and he had a hellish expression on his face.

The will of the sword heart is the lifelong pursuit of all sword cultivators. Because you have the will of the sword heart, you can give the sword heart of the sword.

If the sword has a heart, it can cut the heavens and the earth.

The donkey-faced old man looked at Zhou Jianlai and then at Zhang Xiaopaw, his eyes were not enough for a while, and he suddenly stroked his long beard and laughed, and said: "Haha, good, good, my Dayu boy is really talented." With these good men here, why not be afraid of big-toothed dogs!"

"Donkey is old, Dayu is not only a man. The woman in the carriage said angrily, but she was actually jealous and envious of Zhang Xiaopaw and Zhou Jianlai.

The donkey-faced old man hurriedly said: "Haha, of course, all my Dayu women don't let their eyebrows be bearded, chivalrous and proud, and they don't lose to men." Our big boss is a heroine among women, beautiful in the world, martial arts in the world, leading the world's heroes to bend their waists. ”

"Giggles, that's pretty much it. The woman in the carriage smiled with satisfaction, and her voice was like a silver bell, and it was very good.

She lowered the carriage curtain and no longer looked at Zhang Xiaopaw and Zhou Jianlai, although she was envious and jealous of the two of them, she didn't feel that she was worse than them.

Cultivating the way of heaven is only one word of 'fighting', fighting with others, fighting with the sky, if the heart loses, then it is still a fart.

This is a truth she has understood since she was a child.

Of course, she is indeed no worse than Zhang Xiaopaw and Zhou Jianlai, otherwise how could she sit in the position of the master of Tiandao Mountain.

The donkey-faced old man's gaze fell back on Zhang Xiaopu and Zhou Jianlai, and said with a deep smile: "Meeting is fate, the old man will help you." ”