Darba has already played a fierce role at this moment, when he first fought with Shen Cheng, he really had the heart of contempt for the enemy, secretly thinking that he was such a boy with a few taels of meat, and he was not ready to take it, how could he know that the few moves he fought with Shen Cheng found that the other party had faintly reached the realm of a second-rate good player in terms of strength and timing, not to mention the somewhat weird light skills, no matter how fast he used, the distance between them was always four or five steps away. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was born with divine power, and before he began to cultivate, he had the power of an elephant, and after cultivating to the fifth layer of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, his strength increased to the realm of five dragons and five elephants. At this time, with the strength of both hands, the whirring wind sound on the vajra doubled louder, and it spun wildly like a propeller. This "supreme strong pestle method" is the Tantric Vajra Sect's non-transmission of the peerless learning, not much change, just swing eight strokes horizontally, directly hit eight moves, a total of 2816 moves, but 16 moves to simplify, swing straight forward, the room is full of golden gangqi, and the six-armed god Buddha phantom, although Shen Cheng's strength is full of fifty points, but Darba's strength is probably only broken eighty, it is the nemesis of his external master, Rao is Shen Cheng's external skills, and he only dares to avoid it from afar, not to mention the head-to-head confrontation, even the pestle wind is not daring to meet.

Hearing Huang Rong's transmission, Shen Cheng comprehended, and tiptoed towards the window on the west side while fighting.

"Three!"

Shen Cheng used his body technique, easily avoided the sweeping vajra, and blasted past with a backhand to make an Arhat fist.

"Two!"

Darba didn't dodge or dodge, he took this Luohan punch hard, and looked at the moment when the opponent touched the ground. Striding forward, he raised the vajra and swung it sideways.

"One!"

As soon as Shen Cheng's feet hit the ground, he immediately bounced up with his strength, his feet slightly on the vajra, and flew diagonally with the force of his horizontal swing, slamming towards the window on the west side.

Hearing only a crisp sound of 'Karara', Shen Cheng felt his body roll on the ground through the window, and the rain poured down on his head.

In the pouring rain, Shen Cheng saw a small hand stretched out, with ten slender fingers and soft as bones. After being stunned for a moment, he stretched out his hand and held the little hand in front of him tightly.

Huang Rong gently pulled Shen Cheng up, but did not immediately withdraw his hand, but turned his head and looked at the inn.

At the same time, the masonry on the west wall of the inn splashed everywhere, and with the flying of broken bricks and sand, a huge figure crashed directly through the wall, rushing towards the two of them like a galloping horse.

The sailors in the live broadcast room invariably let out an exclamation.

However, after only two seconds, Darba lost his nerves, and he stepped on a slipknot attached to the wall, and a huge net fell from the sky, tangling his huge body into a solid knot. Darba struggled desperately in a rage, but he didn't know what mechanism he had touched, and a basin of ink fell from the sky, drenching his entire face black, and being washed by the rain, making him look even more embarrassed. However, what is even more excessive is still behind, Huang Rong smiled and pulled the triprope under her feet, and the huge net was pulled up, hanging the huge giant man in the air, swaying back and forth in the heavy rain.

The sailors in the live broadcast room, like Shen Cheng, almost laughed when they saw it, and praised Huang Rong's actions.

"666666, Goddess Huang Rong is so loving!"

"Goddess Huang Rong is really cute and cute, but it's a pity that she will be ruined by the anchor."

"One hundred and eight likes, how can this great monk beat the Yellow Goddess?"

Darba was first drenched in ink, and then hung in the air, almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood, and shouted with a red face: "Senior brother, stinky boy, what kind of heroes are you playing tricks?" ”

Huang Rong grimaced at him and said, "I put this trap, it has nothing to do with Brother Cheng, when did I say that I am a hero?" ”

Darba said angrily: "I can't talk about you stupidly, in short, don't run if you have the ability!" ”

Huang Rong stuck out her tongue and said, "I want to run!" He turned back to Shen Cheng and said, "Brother Cheng, we have to get out of here quickly, this stinky monk has very high martial arts, and this trap won't trap him for long." ”

The two held hands and fled in embarrassment in the heavy rain, Shen Cheng squinted at Huang Rong, only to see that her dirty little face was washed by the rain, revealing the skin of the frost and snow, but it was still like a little cat, which made people laugh.

After running for a while, the two had arrived at the outskirts of Putian, and the rain slowly stopped, so the two stopped and breathed a sigh of relief. They glanced at each other and couldn't help but laugh out loud when they saw each other's embarrassment.

Huang Rong laughed for a while, then realized that her hand was still being held by Shen Cheng, she shyly withdrew her hand and said in a low voice: "Brother Cheng, I'm leaving." ”

Shen Cheng was stunned in his heart, and asked in a low voice, "You, where are you going?" If you have nowhere to go, come with me to Fuzhou. ”

Huang Rong shook her head and said, "I, I want to go home." "Being drenched in the rain, I seemed to feel a little cold, and shrunk my head and neck.

"Are you going home?" Shen Cheng was silent for a long time and said, "Brother Huang Xian, you are waiting here. ”

turned around and ran towards Putian City.

After looking for several shops, I found a flute in a musical instrument shop, took out a silver ingot, and hurriedly turned back without waiting for the boss to find money.

Huang Rong's clear eyes were full of curiosity, and she looked at the flute in Shen Cheng's hand.

Shen Cheng said: "Brother Wei has nothing to do at the moment, so he can only use a tune to see off Brother Huang Xian." ”

With that, he put the flute to his lips and played it slowly.

In his previous life, he had spent his time learning a song "The Original Scenery of His Hometown", and at this moment, it was suitable for farewell.

Shen Cheng's flute sounded leisurely.

The melodious sound of the flute passes through the flute, leisurely to the sky, and the low place is like a deep valley groaning, slightly sluggish; The high place is like a high mountain and flowing clouds, flying and long.

Huang Rong smiled at the corner of her mouth and closed her eyes to listen.

After a while, the sound of the flute changed abruptly, from clear and ethereal to sad and sorrowful, like the words of relatives and friends before parting, sad and full of sincere blessings.

After a while, the flute stopped.

Shen Cheng put the flute into his arms, stretched out his hand to beat the beat, and chanted: "Yangliu Ferry is sparsely traveled, and the Gushi is rowing towards Linqi." Only the lovesickness is like spring, and the south and north of the river send the monarch back. ”

Huang Rong listened, her clear eyes were already red, and she choked up and said, "Big brother, I can't bear you." ”

Shen Cheng was taken aback, and said softly, "Why is Brother Huang Xian crying?" If there is fate, we will see you again soon. ”

Huang Rong nodded, and burst into laughter: "Yes, if there is fate, we will meet again soon." ”

After that, he wiped a handful of tears, turned around, walked dozens of steps, and turned back to see Shen Cheng still standing on the long street looking at himself, stunned. gritted his teeth, and finally left.

Shen Cheng stood stunned for a while, feeling stunned in his heart. When Huang Rong's figure disappeared around the corner, Shen Cheng turned around and suppressed a trace of affection that had sprouted at some point in his heart.

Raised his head and looked at the sky, the rainstorm had stopped, and a few stars had quietly hung up in the sky, and he didn't dare to go back to the inn to look for a horse at the moment, so he had to perform light skills and run towards Fuzhou City.

For him, what he had to do now was to hurry back to Fuzhou and try to steal the dragon slayer knife from the Haisha Gang. But before he could do it, he had to plan well. After all, with his current strength, in addition to light skills, he can't compete head-on with the Haisha Gang at all.