Rumble......

Where Wu Song had just stood, the palm of the Buddha slapped down fiercely.

A shockwave-like dust circle floated through the air.

The invisible wind and waves hit Wu Song's back, making Wu Song accustomed to eating. Fell to the ground!

"Ahem, cough, ahem......" The dust choked Wu Song out of breath, and the two ring knives also took off.

At this time, Wang Daocai glanced at Wu Song.

"Yo he, good guys, buy one get one free! It seems that my luck has come. I can't stop it. ”

Song Jiang on the city wall, I don't know there at this time, isn't the one who was beaten below his little brother, Wu Erlang who suffered together in Chaijiazhuang?

Although, I don't know where Erlang learned his skills. However, Erlang is fighting for him, which can't be wrong.

In life and the world, even if he sacrifices his life for the country, how can the husband be ashamed?

But if it is for one's own sake, he will lose his life if he harms others. Or do you really care about yourself, how can Song Jiang bear it?

"If you come to the Buddha, you come to arrest me, don't hurt my virtuous brother!" Song Jiang stood on the city wall hoarsely and shouted, but Wang Daoren took it as the wind in his ears.

The fish on the board, where is the right to reason with him? It's just a matter of whether he wants to be round or flat. Where is their room for bargaining!

At the moment, the royal people also ignored it. Just looking at Wu Song, I was overjoyed in my heart, and I couldn't stop drooling on my mouth.

This saliva is called greed.

Wu Song looked at the sky and continued to raise the Buddha's palm. I smiled bitterly in my heart.

Is this the end of my life?

It's just a pity that I haven't seen my nephew yet.

I haven't married Sanniang yet!

Mr.'s ideals, I can't fight with Mr. anymore.

There are regrets, pride, self-confidence and satisfaction in my heart.

More than that, but lost.

"Buddha, if you dare to hurt my virtuous brother, I will jump from under this wall! Let your calculations fall through. "Song Jiang is not empty words. To watch Wu Song fall to the ground, the situation is not good.

At this time, Song Jiang had no way to think about it.

He knew he would be useful to that monk, or to the Dao, to the lady, or something. Therefore, he can only use himself as a bargaining chip and try to threaten the royal people.

Would the royal people care about this?

Of course I don't care.

Even if Song Jiang jumped over the wall and died. For him, it's just a little more luck escaped.

It still works. Moreover, Wu Song's luck is no less than that of Song Jianglai.

Two large watermelons, either choose one intact.

Or, choose one that is in good condition, plus most of it is in good condition.

The king is not stupid, of course he will do multiple-choice questions.

Wang Dao is not stupid, Song Jiang watched the Buddha palm in the sky still keep falling.

At this moment, Song Jiang's heart was full of discouragement.

He didn't want to sacrifice his few friends because of himself.

As soon as his eyes closed, two lines of hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Song Jiang jumped and was about to jump off the city wall of Mengzhou.

Mengzhou City is not high, and it is not low to say low. If Song Jiang jumps down without protection, it can be said that there is more luck than luck.

However, where did the people of Mengzhou City dare to let Song Jiang die like this?

He is the only bargaining chip in Mengzhou City!

Just pointed out that he could talk to the Buddha outside the city, phew, dedicate him to the Buddha, and then ask the Buddha to be merciful and let them go to the people of Mengzhou.

Where would you dare to let him die like this?

Although it is said that the palm of the Buddha's hand is pressed towards Wu Song. But his attention is inside. Seven or eight out of ten points are in the direction of Mengzhou!

Because there is a golden dragon of national fortune there. In his spiritual sense, that was the only thing he feared.

It is precisely because of this that he saw the scene at the head of Mengzhou City.

Seeing this scene, his heart was simply happy.

I really didn't expect that there would be such a good thing in the world?

In addition to being overjoyed, Wang Daoren looked at the prefect of Mengzhou and felt that his eyebrows were clear.

Although it is said that the prefect of Mengzhou is nearly fifty years old. However, he was also a beautiful teenager at the beginning.

It's just that time is just a pig-killing knife.

Under the complacency, it is inevitable that the movements of the royal people will be slower!

And this slight slow action left Wu Song Wujiro a chance.

In the respite time just now, there was a wisp of mana in Wu Song's body.

This wisp of mana is not enough for anything else.

Because, if Wu Song still had the strength to spare, then Wang Daoren would not be so relaxed.

Since he has relaxed, it means that at this time, Wu Song has lost his ability to resist in his eyes.

The same is true in things.

At this time, Wu Song, if he was asked to fight against the royal Daoren, he would be powerless.

However, this little bit of mana is enough to attract the talisman.

At the beginning, Chen Fusheng gave Wu Zhi and Wu Song a talisman to save his life. Wu Song's was used when the snow was blown at the West Gate. But Wu Zhi's is not yet!

This time his brother went out. Wu Zhi couldn't rest assured and handed over his talisman to his brother.

Hopefully he can return safely.

Not now, but when?

Wu Song's mana worked, and a spell slipped out of his cuffs. There was no wind spontaneous combustion, and in the flat ground, a gold-armored god suddenly appeared.

To be exact, he can be called the leader of the Yellow Turban.

The general in the Yellow Turban Lux. Make this talisman, the rest is fine, the most important thing is the human merit.

If you don't have merit, how can they give you strength?

Don't even think about it!

"Huh~"

The golden armor god man held up the sky with both hands, and blocked the fall of the Buddha's palm.

The people in Mengzhou City looked at this scene, and their hearts were full of hope.

It is hoped that this golden-armored god can withstand the attack of this Buddha.

If you could, you wouldn't have to die.

Isn't that wonderful?

★

On the outskirts of Mengzhou City, Chen Fusheng was on his way with Qiao Daoqing and Sun Anqiao's mother.

Before tonight, they were going to Mengzhou City to rest, and then set off for Yanggu.

In fact, comparatively speaking, although it is said that because Chen Wenzhao is in Dongping, Dongping Mansion is more like Chen Fusheng's home. However, after all, Chen Fusheng had just come to this world, and the first place he settled down was Yanggu.

People are in a foreign land, the heart yearns for the ideal, and the heart is the hometown.

Yanggu is Chen Fusheng's ideal hometown.

How can he not be worried?

It's not just the land, it's the people.

"Huh~"

Chen Fusheng was chatting with Qiao Yan, who had changed his name. Suddenly, there was a soft babbling.

It turned out that he found that the talisman he had left for his samurai brothers was used.

Both of them are fine, and there is no such thing as misuse!

Then, one of the two must be in danger.

After identifying the direction in which the talisman was used, Chen Fusheng summoned the clouds, explained two sentences, and drove the clouds.