Slap, slap on the face, making a crisp sound.

The big man's head didn't shake, as if the slap was like a ball of cotton, without any force.

In fact, Dahan found that his face was not as intense as expected.

Instead, there is only a slight flapping sensation, as if you are giving yourself muscle relaxation.

But then he found out that there was a problem, a very serious problem.

When this kid slapped him just now, it seemed that a ball of powdery stuff slapped him in the face.

Oops, there's definitely something wrong with this powdery stuff, this kid is a poisoned guy.

Immediately after, he felt a surge of air in his chest, an urge brewing in his throat.

"Hahaha, hahahaha!"

Loud laughter burst out of his mouth and resounded throughout the clearing.

Whether it was the guards who were knocked to the ground, or the elders and disciples of the Fan Sect who were standing in the distance to watch the battle and help the battle, they all felt inexplicable.

What does it mean that the big man has not yet broken free from the ground, and he laughs so heartily?

Could it be that the Medicine Saint is not his opponent, and he will use a killing move to determine the winner next?

"Haha, hahahaha, hahaha......"

The laughter continued without stopping at all.

And as the laughter became more and more intense, the man began to cough uncontrollably, and even his snot flowed down.

The violent laughter made his stomach ache, as if his internal organs were completely twisted, and his limbs and body could not exert their strength, and naturally they could not break free from the ground.

The guards and people who were watching from the edge of the clearing and the people who loved the Mortal Sect understood that something was wrong with the Great Han, and the Medicine Saint must have used some strange method to completely subdue him.

The cheers came and went, and the fat men of the Fan Sect applauded and jumped one after another, praising the medicine saint for his wisdom and martial arts.

Elder Si Kun stepped forward, pointed at the big man's nose and said, "Don't dare to do anything wrong in Fengshou Town just because of your high cultivation realm.

There are mountains outside the mountains, there are people outside the people, today the medicine saint is here, you can't make waves no matter what!

Listen, pack up my things and leave Harvest Town, this is not the place for you. ”

The big man couldn't stop laughing, but there was still contempt in his eyes, and he twisted his head to the side, pretending not to hear Elder Si Kun's words.

"Toast and don't eat and drink!"

Elder Si Kun was furious, and raised his spoon to slap the big man's head.

Zheng Qiu stopped Elder Si Kun and pointed to the top of the mountain: "Send some disciples to watch him, let's go to the top of the mountain." ”

Elder Si Kun put away the spoon, understood the reaction, and nodded again and again: "The sage is right, there is more than one person in that group of foreign enemy cultivators, there must be accomplices.

I can only trouble the saint to strike again and wipe them out. ”

Several elders gathered together to discuss for a moment, leaving half of the disciples here, looking at the big man who was laughing wildly and the guards lying on the ground.

The rest of the people followed the elder and rode with Zheng Qiu on the body hanging from the side of the stone cliff, pulling the rope to cross the stone cliff to the top of the mountain.

The road leading to the top of the mountain above the cliff is half paved.

After walking for a while, the group saw the newly repaired building and main hall on the top of the mountain.

The summit of this mountain, known as Tazi Mountain, is relatively gentle, like a square with a slope, and is also covered with thick green lawns.

There were also hired cultivators on the top of the mountain to act as guards, and there were quite a few of them, and there were more than twenty at a glance.

When these guards saw the team of the Fan Sect ascending to the top of the mountain, they drew their weapons and stood on the grass to stop them.

Two of them turned around and ran towards the main hall, presumably to ventilate the news.

After the battle just now, the people of the Fan Sect were much bolder.

An elder strode forward, brandishing a steel long-handled spoon and calling out.

But no matter how he called for battle, those guards refused to fight, but slowly retreated in the direction of the main hall.

These guards are not stupid, someone has already come up to ventilate the news just now, and their big boss is going down the mountain to meet the enemy with great momentum.

However, now the big boss has not returned, and the enemy has reached the top of the mountain.

If you think about it with your toes, you know that these enemies must be superior in strength, and if you can't hold your breath and rush to face the battle, you will definitely not have good fruit to eat.

Seeing that it was not easy to call the formation, the elder beckoned the others to take the initiative to attack: "Our people from the Fan Sect will go up first, and clean up all these guys who are helping to abuse, so that we don't have to worry about the medicine saint to do it." ”

The other elders and disciples responded one after another, raising their spoons and shouting loudly, and launched a magnificent charge.

Looking at it from Zheng Qiu's point of view, a large group of outrageously fat guys from the Fan Sect launched a charge, like a bunch of meat balls rolling on the grass, which looked particularly strange and ridiculous.

I hope that they can take diet pills well when they go back and lose this exaggerated fat.

The crowd on both sides quickly came into contact, the ping-pong was in a ball, and the sound of spoons and weapons cumping one after another.

From time to time, the energy smashed into the grass, exploding a circle of air waves, blowing up mud puddles on the grass.

At this moment, the wooden doors of the main hall suddenly opened, and a violent air flow rushed out of it.

The five or six guards who were close to the main hall, as well as the disciples of the Fan Sect who were fighting, were instantly swept into the air by this air current, and then thrown far away.

The rest of the people who loved the Mortal Sect were all shocked, and hurriedly retreated and moved away.

But their speed was still too slow, and a figure had already rushed out of the main hall, waving a long black club, and flying quickly into the crowd.