"Stop for Young Master Ben, I don't know now that I run, isn't it a little late?"

Soon, seven or eight people surrounded Wang Zhichu.

Covering his forehead, the last to arrive was naturally Song Changjun.

I saw that he was dressed in white, he looked quite delicate, his eyebrows were clear, his lips were red and his teeth were white, a bit like the more popular little fresh meat now, and it was really difficult to think of him and Yiba.

He walked on the street well, today he was going to collect protection money for the territory under the jurisdiction of the family, and he was suddenly attacked, how could he stand this kind of grievance, at this moment, he was angry and stared at Wang Zhichu and strode towards Wang Zhichu.

"Growing so big, no one dares to beat up Young Master Ben in Chang'an City, you kid is the first ......"

Although Wang Chuchu's dress is a bit peculiar, he may be a hermit weirdo, but who makes himself angry, even if he is the precious son of the city lord today, he has to teach him a lesson.

Song Changjun came up and pointed at Wang Chuchu's nose, ready to scold.

"I'm sorry to have taken your first time by surprise!

Before Song Changjun finished speaking, Wang Zhizhi interrupted him and apologized sincerely.

He even confided out the few known English words to express his sincerity.

"What's the show?"

Song Changjun didn't understand, and frowned.

"Big young master, he said you sass!"

A guy with an inverted melon seed face on the side actually reminded him next to him.

Uncle you!

Wang Zhizhi felt that he had been stabbed with a sword, and he even wanted to vomit blood.

"Forget about the sneak attack, and dare to say that I'm sassy, I'll go to your uncle!"

can become a tyrant in Chang'an City, Song Changjun's fiery temper has helped him a lot.

At this moment, the anger came up, and as soon as the words fell, he picked up the beer bottle in his hand and smashed it towards Wang Zhichu's head, who was close at hand.

Bang!

There was only a muffled sound, and the imaginary scene of the bottle bursting did not appear.

What's more, Wang Zhichu subconsciously touched his forehead, but there was no blood.

The most strange thing for him was that he didn't feel the slightest pain when the wine bottle hit his head just now.

What the hell is going on?

In addition to Wang Chuchu, there is also Song Changjun in front of him.

Just now, the wine bottle smashed on Song Changjun's head, but he felt as if he had been hit by a hundred-pound boulder, and the sky was dizzy, and the stars danced in front of him.

But why is there nothing wrong with this guy in front of him?

"What, you see that you smashed it, and we don't owe each other. Don't be angry, the same world, the same dream. ”

Wang Zhichu didn't have time to worry about Song Changjun now, anyway, he didn't hurt himself, he just wanted to go back to the farm now to see what was wrong with him.

It's a good thing that people don't feel touch, because they don't know any pain when they fight, but it's also a bad thing, especially when you roll the sheets, you don't even have a sense of touch, and you still have a fart!

"Stop me, if I don't beat you to the point that your head is bleeding today, Young Master Ben can't swallow this breath. ”

"If you can't swallow it, treat it as a fart!"

Wang Chuchu's volume suddenly increased by several points, "Uncle, the master is not powerful, treat me as Garfield, I accidentally hit you and I am wrong, just let you beat me for the sake of face, and you still want to beat me to the point of bleeding, really treat yourself as a dish?"

"You...... You, you, you, beat him up!"

Song Changjun didn't expect Wang Zhichu to suddenly become powerful, perhaps it was the first time that someone scolded him like this, and he trembled with anger.

At the sound of an order, seven or eight people around suddenly forced up.

"Fight, the master is afraid of you!"

Wang Chuchu's eyes rolled and he was looking for something on the street.

In the past, if he didn't bring a guy, he would pick up this thing on the street and start working directly, but why can't he find it on the street today.

Seeing that these seven or eight people were getting closer and closer, Wang Zhizhi hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, I'll find my weapon." ”

"Weapons?"

Song Changjun grinned, "Okay, then you can find it, and others will say that I bullied you." ”

"If you don't mind, you can find it for me.

My weapon is the first of the ten ancient artifacts, boxy, angular, red and dazzling, cold and terrifying, close defense, long attack can be awesome.

If the opponent can use one hand to smash it into the ground, this artifact will transform into many small artifacts, which are extremely powerful, comparable to grenades.

The biggest advantage of using this artifact after drinking is that it can be found everywhere, and it is not a controlled device, but why don't you have it on the street?"

"The first of the ten ancient artifacts?"

The eyes of everyone looking at Wang Chuchu suddenly changed, mixed with a little fear, Song Changjun subconsciously asked, "What kind of weapon are you?"

"Bricks!"

"me, him!"

"Since there are no bricks, let's replace them with wine bottles!"

casually snatched the wine bottle in Song Changjun's hand, rounded his arm, and Wang Zhizhi slammed it on the door of a person who rushed up.

At the moment when he was dizzy and fell to the ground, the No. 12 bus stepped on the accelerator and swooped towards the farm a few steps away.

Jokes, there are so many people, Wang Zhichu won't be stupid and fight with them.

"Chase me, kill this guy!"

Song Changjun didn't expect this guy to be so yin, and the golden brilliance then circulated on the surface of his body, like a thin layer of armor draped on his body, looking heroic and extraordinary.

The other people's bodies also began to circulate with various colors of brilliance, and some even used the brilliance to condense the essence of the long sword.

At the moment when everyone was about to stride into the farm......

Bang!

The man at the front seemed to have hit a solid wall, rushing so hard that his entire face was crushed.

"Huh......"

Wang Zhizhi caught a glimpse of this strange scene, turned his head with a strange face, and looked at the few people who were a few steps away, but couldn't rush in.

What's going on here?

Could it be...... A wall of gas?

But how could there be such a thing, didn't he rush in all of a sudden?

"Enchantment, it's actually an enchantment, there is an enchantment in such a broken courtyard?"

Song Changjun immediately understood what was going on, and subconsciously touched his back and forward, there was really an invisible thing blocking him, what is this not an enchantment?

For a while, Song Changjun's eyes became strange when he looked at Wang Chuchu.

His own Song family ranks third among the four major families in Chang'an City, and there are also some important places where enchantments will be set up, because arranging enchantments consumes spirit stones.

And every minute and every second is rapidly consuming, but there are no spirit stones around this broken house, where did this enchantment come from?