No matter how difficult it is, you have to keep smiling and wink at the little monk, "Little Master, can you be quiet." "Shut up, you.

Yuan Zhi knew that his behavior was inappropriate, smiled shyly, and obediently shut up and said no more.

The two crouched in the grass, carefully probing in the sound of frogs and insects, observing the situation in Yizhuang not far away.

Lying motionless in the grass, the sleepy insect came to the door without accident, and Song Jingfang's eyelids began to fight.

Shaking his head and forcing him to wake up, Song Jingfang took out the mobile phone on his waist.

It is inevitable to see the silver bottle, it should be tired of crying, sleeping with a pair of swollen walnut eyes, and the tear stains on the face are clearly visible.

02:09, only twenty-one minutes until half past two!

Song Jingfang's residual sleepiness was swept away, and the time was almost up, and the lazy cells became active all of a sudden.

Suddenly, a strong wind rose, the surrounding temperature rose, and the peaceful atmosphere suddenly disappeared.

"Donor!" Yuan Zhi lowered his voice to remind Song Jingfang, staring down for a moment.

A wave was set off in the Yizhuang Fangyuan, and the weeds taller than a person fell outward like dominoes. The grass waves are churning outwards and walking

After about 100 meters, it came to an abrupt end.

Song Jingfang's ears itched, and she seemed to hear a soft snort, followed by the sound of "clicking" glass breaking.

The outward-turning grass wave seemed to be slapped by a more ferocious wave, reversed direction, and flipped back at a very fast speed.

The weeds turned back and the waves of air rushed to extinguish the two lanterns at the gate of Yizhuang, and the roof tiles that were not stable were lifted with a bang.

A black shadow appeared towards Yizhuang...... Move?

"That's Sheshan-kun?"

Yuan was shocked by the scene in front of him, "It should be." "He has never seen She Shanjun suppressed by his ancestor.

Little monk, you are not reliable, Song Jingfang secretly took a sip.

The shadow dragged a tail behind it and snaked its way forward.

Song Jingfang didn't believe what he saw, and couldn't help but rub his eyes, so as not to be too dark and too far away.

Still half human and half snake, She Shanjun is a snake spirit, Song Jingfang is sure, arousing goosebumps on her arms, she is most afraid of reptile animals, especially snakes, too biao.

It seems to be moving slowly, and between breaths, the half-human, half-snake monster has entered Yizhuang.

"Donor, he's in!"

Yuan stood up in a hurry, and Song Jingfang grabbed the hem of his robe.

"Wait."

Before She Shanjun appeared, Song Jingfang roughly guessed that his strength was higher than that of the old monk. Not much, after all, he has only broken the seal, and his strength must have been damaged.

The old monk has a demon pestle in his hand, which should be able to last for a while, and the two of them approached Yizhuang too early for fear that they would get into the tiger's mouth, but it would cause trouble to the old monk.

"Let's switch places."

Song Jingfang pulled Yuan Zhi to change places and lie on his stomach, and he could see the situation in Yizhuang.

Under the dim moonlight, She Shanjun was covered in dark red, and the halo was circulating, standing in the courtyard and talking with the old monk. Far away, she didn't hear what the two were saying.

After about two sentences, the two started to do so without accident.

The old monk's moves were simple, and he took a stick and hit Sheshan Jun steadily.

The demon slaying pestle in his hand carried a vague light, leaving a golden trail in the air.

She Shanjun had a strange shape, and when he saw that the demon pestle was about to knock on him, he disappeared, and appeared in front of the old monk in the next moment.

Raise your hand into a claw and aim at the old monk's neck in the air.

The old monk was not allowed to move, hanging out of thin air.

it!

Song Jingfang's face turned pale, and his heart was buoyant.

Where is this June Fourth, it is clearly the crushing of the storm, and the old monk has no chance to fight back at all.

"It's too late, the little monk must go down."

Seeing that the master was captured, he rushed to Yizhuang with a roar.

"Little monk!" Song Jingfang shouted in a low voice, half-propped himself up, hesitated for a moment and then lay down.

Calm down, hold back.

You're just a weak chicken, and it's already a stumbling block to catch the silver bottle successfully, and a big demon like She Shanjun who can control things in the air can sneeze you to death, so don't rush to send people away.

In Yizhuang, She Shanjun pinched the old monk, did not rush to ask for his life, and took him into the hall with a wave of his sleeves.

That's right, that treasure!

Looking around, I didn't find the little monk, and I didn't know where he was hiding.

A moment later, She Shanjun appeared in the courtyard again, looked around twice, and threw the old monk aside with a light wave of his hand, facing away from Song Jingfang, unable to see the movement.

What is he going to do?

Her intuition told her that She Shanjun should have found the hiding place of the treasure.

She Shanjun raised it with one hand and patted it.

"Uh-w-w-"

There was a loud noise, and She Shanjun rose into the air.

Song Jingfang's pupils shrank sharply, and the waves of qi visible to the naked eye hit, enveloping countless fragmented black shadows that pierced the night sky and came towards him.

Resolutely turned over and rolled into the dirt ditch behind, lying on his stomach and protecting his ears with both hands.

"Boom Brush Brush—"

Something kept skimming from above, cutting through the weeds around it, digging into the dirt, sharp and sharp.

After a while before it quieted down, Song Jingfang got up, and saw even more desolation around, the originally lush and lush weeds were cut off together, leaving only grass stubble.

In front of the ditch, three heads of wood were pierced into the ground, and the tail was emitting smoke and a scorching smell.

Good guy, if she hadn't dodged so fast, she would have been a human kebab.

"Hiss~"

The back of the head hurts a little, and it's a little ...... Cool???

Song Jingfang touched back, eh, she touched something wrong with one hand, and the other hand also touched the back of her head.

What about my hair!!

The hair on the back of Song Jingfang's head was shaved off, a piece of her bare scalp was wiped off, and blood beads kept pouring out of her hand.

With a wrinkled face, he looked at the sky speechlessly.

God, how the hell did I offend you, you took such special care of me.

With a whisper in his heart, a black cloud suddenly condensed in the clear night sky, which was above Song Jingfang's head.

Lightning in the clouds, boom and thunder.

"Thanks to your old man's special care, I was only shaved off a piece of hair, not my Heavenly Spirit Gai, thank you very much!"

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Song Jingfang hurriedly changed his words and begged for mercy, but the dark clouds above his head continued to condense and intensified.

No, it wasn't for her, Song Jingfang turned his attention to the Yizhuang below.

She Shanjun almost razed the entire Yizhuang to the ground, and the courtyard where he was originally standing turned into a huge pit, and at the bottom of the pit, there was a hidden golden light flowing.

Yizhuang became a ruin, a mess, the house was shattered into slag, and the old monk was afraid that it would be more auspicious.

Song Jingfang didn't think that in this crushing destruction, the old monk with a heavy body could survive, and the whole body might not be saved. As for the little monk, she didn't find any trace of him for the time being.

She Shanjun fluttered down, pressed down with his palm, and then lifted it, and the treasure with golden light at the bottom of the pit was slowly pulled out of the soil.

Song Jingfang saw the rectangular treasure hanging up, what kind of treasure is it, it is even bigger than She Shanjun's figure, it is probably a defensive treasure of the shield type.