"What about me, I'm stupid, I can't roll around or crawl, why don't you show me first?"

Wang Zhizhi walked from the house to the courtyard with a wine bottle, and looked at Song Changjun who returned with a strange look.

Now that he has basically figured out what is going on, he is not afraid with the golden finger in hand, but a little excited and a little excited.

To be precise, he is in the middle of the golden finger!

Song Changjun, who had returned, was standing next to a goatee and a blood-red long sword on his back, presumably an invited helper.

But no matter how Wang Zhizhi looks at it, he thinks that this guy looks like a 21st century street fortune teller, and this guy is especially like an actor in the TV series "Love Apartment", but with an extra goatee.

I couldn't help asking: "I said, you won't invite Huang Huifeng, the thunderbolt of Hujian Baozilin, right?"

"The old man's name is indeed Hui Feng, but his surname is not Huang, I don't know how Xiaoyou knows?"

The goatee was surprised that Wang Zhizhi called his name, and couldn't help but step forward, staring at Wang Zhizhi on the farm with sharp eyes.

It's really right!

Even Wang Zhizhi was stunned for a moment, and grinned slightly: "It doesn't matter how you know, the important thing is that you don't calculate fortunes, measure horoscopes, make holes in the mud tiles, break from prison and upgrade, break down the secret recipe, massage the bones, and run to be a thug for others?"

"Who the hell are you? Before you became a warrior, the old man's ancestral mud tile made holes, how could you be so clear?"

The goatee was even more surprised, and the sharpness in his eyes was a little less.

Although he couldn't understand many words, he still understood the mud and tiles.

"You're right again, you look so similar, your voice is so similar, and even your skills are the same, you can't also cross over, right?"

The more Wang Zhizhi looked at it, the more he felt like a person, and he almost had an illusion.

"What to wear? The old man has only heard of wearing shoes, needles, and style!"

"The so-called crossing is the more active the crossing!

Otherwise, there won't be more and more people crossing this year?

Since a child named Xiao Yan led the crossing trend, thousands of innocent children have been sent by writers to travel every year.

Please, if you wear so many children in a year, won't the police uncle look for them?!"

Wang Zhichu complained as he spoke, waved his hand indiscriminately, and continued, "Forget it, you don't understand, by the way, what's your surname?"

"The old man's surname is Fu ......"

"Hey, hey, hey, Hu Xianfeng, Young Master Ben didn't invite you over to make you chatter. ”

The goatee pinched his mustache and was about to say a few more words, but Song Changjun on the side couldn't stand it anymore and reminded loudly.

"Hehe, young master, I thought I had met a fellow countryman, as the saying goes, a fellow sees a fellow countryman, and he didn't discuss it. ”

Hu Huifeng smiled apologetically and immediately drew a blood-colored long sword from his back.

With a slight burst, suddenly, there was a fluttering sound.

shouted, "Young master, don't panic, the old man will stand up for you, see how powerful the old man's sword net is." ”

As soon as the words fell, Hu Huifeng rose into the air.

"I've only heard of the palm technique that fell from the sky, what kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Standing in the compound, Wang Zhizhi looked up at Zhou Huifeng who was swooping down, and he had the protection of the enchantment, so he was not afraid at all.

In the extremely fast swoop, the long sword in Zhou Huifeng's hand glowed with blood-red light, and at the same time, it slashed rapidly.

In just a few seconds, hundreds of blood-colored sword rays were thrown out.

It roared down like a huge net covering the sky and the sun, enveloping the entire small farm.

With a bang, Zhou Hui Feng landed lightly.

When he landed, he happened to have his back to the farm, and he didn't turn his head to see what the specific situation was, he gently pinched his mustache, and said in a way that he thought was very handsome: "The old man Ugin blood sword is ...... out."

"Look at yourself!"

Halfway through pretending, Song Changjun directly interrupted him.

walked up to Hu Huifeng, pressed his head with both hands, and turned it around stiffly.

When he saw the scene in front of him, Hu Huifeng staggered and almost fell to the ground, his lips muttered, but he didn't speak.

I don't know if I want to vomit blood or complain!

I saw that the dense sword net made a hissing sound the moment it touched the enchantment, and then dissipated without a trace.

It's like a piece of red-hot iron thrown into cold water, but the iron can still leave wisps of white smoke when thrown into cold water, but nothing is left in front of you.

"Ahh

Wang Zhichu was also stunned by this incredible scene, and shrugged helplessly and spread his hands.

"How is it possible? Old man Xuanwu Eight Heavens, coupled with this Ugin Blood Sword, a small barrier like this was enough to easily break through before, how can it be ...... now?"

"I understand your feelings, just like I did when I was a child!

At that time, I felt that I was very handsome, and I felt that it would not be a problem to pick up girls in the future.

But the devil knows that when I grew up, I realized that girls don't like handsome, but like rich.

A pockmarked guy in the next class is galloping, and I'm still practicing the unicorn arm against ***.

This is the reality, the reality that makes people's hearts pull out the cold!!"

"Impossible! No way! The old man doesn't believe that I can't break this little barrier!!

Hu Huifeng's eyes were full of madness and anger, his footsteps twisted the ground, and he stepped away again.

This time he swooped down, the speed was faster, the attack was more fierce, and he threw out more sword nets, and even the blood-colored brilliance was a little more beautiful.

Can......

After a few hisses, it disappeared again without a trace.

Defy!

Unbelief!

Hu Huifeng rose into the air again.

Still the same effect!

Fourth ...... The same!

Fifth ...... No change!

Sixth ......

"What, Hui Feng, you're so polite, I just arrived here, and you invited me to watch so many fireworks for free, which made me a little embarrassed. ”

Wang Zhichu simply moved a bench out of the house, looked at the 'fireworks' above his head with great interest, and teased with a changing taste.

"Angry old man!"

I don't know how many times I got up in the air, in short, Zhou Huhui Feng was obviously a little out of breath after landing this time.

"What's so angry about a lot of age, anger hurts the liver, spleen and brain, and more importantly, kidneys. ”

Looking at the other party's angry appearance, Wang Zhichu really couldn't help grinning.

Shaking the wine bottles in front of the two of them, he said, "I still have a lot of Tsingtao beer here, Hu Huifeng, do you want me to invite you in for two drinks to dissipate your anger?"

"I ......"

Knowing that he couldn't get in, he said that he would invite himself in.

Hu Hui Feng was about to explode, and the black gold blood sword in his hand pointed angrily at Wang Zhichu.

But before he finished speaking, his body seemed to be controlled by some inexplicable force, and he swooped towards Wang Zhichu.

This time, he easily passed through the enchantment, and Wang Zhichu, who was sitting on the bench, was so frightened that he sat directly on the ground.

Just when he didn't know what to do, Zhou Huifeng's body suddenly became the size of a fly without control, and swooped into the wine bottle that was shaking in his hand just now.