Pan Magpie said to his younger brothers: "Don't think that the business of making tableware is not good, if we make the business of tableware bigger, it will be terrible." ”

Fei Xuechun nodded, and she said: "Indeed, if you can do all the tableware business in Yingzhou City, then the money you make is huge, and you must do a good job in this business." ”

That Pan Magpie said: "You all like to mix the rivers and lakes, but whether it is King Sun Lou, or Jin Gang and Jin Yema, which of them has a good end." ”

Fei Xuechun said: "Chivalry violates the ban with martial arts, and the people in the rivers and lakes of Anxi will naturally clash with the official government of the Tang Dynasty. If it's a troubled era, it's fine, but if it's an era in which Tang Zhangwei has pacified the world, and the people in the rivers and lakes don't adapt to the government, then there is only a dead end. ”

As soon as Ge Hongdan's fire erupted, the blazing flames erupted from the navel like a fountain, rushed into the air and then turned into thousands of fire rains, hanging down like a golden umbrella, instantly filling the entire Tai Chi circle. And with the Tai Chi circle as the center, the temperature in the entire Ding began to rise slowly but firmly, as if the Grim Reaper unfolded his huge cloak, smiling and approaching the life in the Ding step by step.

If no measures are taken, then I am afraid that in just a few minutes, the people in Dingli will be burned alive by this Danhuo.

Zhou Cheng stared at the raging fire, grinned and said to himself, "Ge Xianweng's Ding Huo really deserves its reputation. Without further ado, let's start burning the pen according to Master Wei's speculation." He glanced at Wei Shiran, who was prostrate on the ground motionless, and continued, "The first one who is honored to present this fire tripod is Miss Zhuge Wei Wan'er. Like a rafter pen...... Well, it's a good pen, and it must be very resistant to burning."

Wei Wan'er was rolled up by him with white light just now, and she was greatly impacted, and the impact made her feel severe pain all over her body, almost fainting in pain, where could she resist. As soon as the white light moved, her soft body was immediately lifted high again, and she was thrown around a few times, seeing that she was about to be thrown into the raging fire.

"Stop!!"

Wei Youji shouted, his liver and gallbladder splitting. He didn't know where the strength came from, and the Qinglian pen struggled out of his chest.

"Ride a dragon and fly to Taiqing's house!"

As soon as this Taibai poem came out, a green dragon with flying claws immediately appeared under Wei Youji's crotch, carrying him into the sky, and went straight to Wei Wan'er, who was thrown in the air. At this time, the white light had already let go of Wei Wan'er and threw her towards the Danding Shenghuo that was spraying towards the navel. Wei Youji rode the green dragon to chase after him, and in just a flash, he crossed the sky above Dading. Just as he was about to touch Wei Wan'er's sleeve, his body suddenly sank.

Although the Qinglian pen can be transformed into a dragon, it is not an entity after all. The effect of this sentence "riding a dragon and flying to the Taiqing family" is amazing, but it is extremely painstaking. Wei Youji used a lot of effort just now, and the lamp had already run out, and he was just able to use this sentence, all with a stream of qi and blood, and now that the qi and blood are exhausted, the green dragon under his crotch can no longer be maintained, and it looks like it is about to dissipate into nothingness.

Wei Youji was in a hurry, and with his legs kicking the disappearing Qinglong, the whole person bounced out, grabbed Wei Wan'er, and hugged him. The two of them were in mid-air, and they flew diagonally towards the fountain of flames. Wei Shiran, Yan Zheng, and Qin Yi were all shocked, and even Zhou Cheng was shocked in place, the master explained that he couldn't move his Qinglian pen, if Wei Youji was burned to death here, he was afraid that he would not be able to escape the responsibility.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhou Cheng gritted his teeth hatefully, and the white light danced, hitting Wei Youji and Wei Wan'er at once, changing the direction of their flight.

It's just that all this happened too fast, Rao is white light has the speed of light, or a little slower than half a beat. I saw Wei Youji hugging Wei Wan'er tightly, deflecting under the interference of white light, although he would not go straight into the Dingnavel Dan Fire, but he still passed through the flame fountain that was spewing out high, and then fell to the ground.

In just this short moment, the two of them were already bursting into flames. Yan Zheng no longer had a thrush pencil, so he had to rush up with Qin Yi and fight desperately, but this samadhi true fire lasted for thousands of years, and it was not so easy to extinguish for a while. Wei Youji and Wei Wan'er screamed loudly in pain, and they had nothing to do for a while. At this moment, Wei Shiran stood up and said loudly, "Hurry up and bring Xiao Rong over!" Yan Zheng didn't have time to ask him why, turned around and hugged the unconscious Xiao Rong.

"Rip Banyan off her clothes and put her on top of them."

"Huh?" Yan Zheng was stunned, "This is not the time, right?"

"Don't be verbose, hurry!"

Seeing that Yan Zheng was a little hesitant, Qin Yi pushed him away and stepped forward to tear off Xiao Rong's shirt. Xiao Rong was wearing a thin white shirt and short skirt, which she took off cleanly in three or two clicks. Qin Yi leaned down,

It's strange to say, the moment Xiao Rong's body touched the two of them, it was like a big handful of snow pressing on the fire, but it took three or four seconds.

Bai Cunxiao suddenly knelt on the ground on one leg, clenched his fists and said loudly: "The five-color pen of the junior Bai Cunxiao, see Ge Lao Immortal Weng Ling Chongxian Pen!" Since the Seven Hou pen spirits have turned into human forms, they must have their own personalities, unlike other pen spirits. If you rush forward to put pen to paper, I am afraid that the gains will outweigh the losses, so it is better to eliminate its hostility before making plans.

When the man heard Bai Cunxiao's words, his expression was a little confused.

"Ge Hong?"

"Exactly, aren't you the Spirit Chong Immortal Pen left by Old Immortal Ge?" Bai Cun filial piety.

"Pan Magpie" shook his head, as if remembering something, but seemed to forget it for a moment.

Bai Cunxiao was stunned here, isn't it Ge Hong? This is a big mistake. He quickly looked at it and realized that he had been ignoring one thing.

This "Pan Magpie" does not have the slightest bit of pen spirit.

Although the five-colored pen will tremble and tremble at the sight of it; Despite the fact that Ge Hongdan was at his feet, he was tamed like a kitten. But there is no trace of pen spirit on it.

The seven marquis of Guancheng are all the leaders in the pen spirit, and they are extremely noble. When Wang Xizhi's rooftop Baiyun pen was born, the weather was thousands, and it was shocked by its momentum within dozens of miles, and all the pen spirits present worshipped.

But the person in front of him can't even see where the pen spirit is. From the point of view of the pen mound, it is simply a blank. But where does this majesty come from? Bai Cunxiao frowned, faintly feeling that something was wrong. The current "Pan Magpie" has a calm face, his eyes are dark, and he seems to have no focus, and there is a sense of oppression between his gestures. Although he was now as slow as a spirit turtle and as slow as a floating cloud, he could clearly feel the hot magma under his skin.

This contradiction of movement and stillness is gathered in this person, which is indescribably wonderful

(End of chapter)