The sword warrior fell to his knees, bleeding from his mouth, nose, and ears from the powerful sound waves. Hu Sanniang folded her hands in front of her chest, and her wide-sleeved robe was windless and automatic, making silent resistance.

Zhongshan pretended to be powerful, "Friends above, don't you come down and show your face?" ”

The hiding place was discovered, and Song Jingfang simply spoke out boldly.

"My brother has a good voice and has cured my deafness for many years. I'm not the only one on the tree, there was a group of villains who secretly attacked before, and I couldn't find it when I chased up the tree, and it must have been the dog who released the cold arrow. ”

What Song Jingfang said was the truth, but people believed it or not.

"I'll find out if there's anyone else, but aren't you really coming down?"

The tunic had already locked on the branch where Song Jingfang was hiding, and the pigtailed youth let out a beep of lightning and jumped on his arm.

"Little guy, don't be embarrassed with your little current, brother, I have a thunder-resistant physique."

Just your little electric flower, just give me a massage.

It was the first time that the pigtailed young man dared to say something like this, "Ben Shao has never heard of the lightning resistance physique, so why don't you come down and let me have a long experience?" ”

"Down? Okay, I'll come down now. ”

Song Jingfang opened his mouth to agree, and the knife Erha was excited, and he was about to jump up and be held down in time.

Hu Sanniang lip-shaped Song Jingfang, "Master be careful." ”

Song Jingfang ignored Hu Sanniang's careful thoughts, she didn't have the best light skills, and went down the same path.

"It's actually a monk." The pigtail was very interested, "The monks don't speak, the monks, let's compare?" ”

"Gestures? You thin arms and thin legs, grow taller and come back. ”

It's not that Song Jingfang looks down on pigtails, but I'm afraid that if she accidentally burns him, her cards will explode.

"Heh~"

The smile on the pigtail's face disappeared, his fists were clenched, and the thunder and lightning around his body went towards Song Jingfang.

One by one, they fell on Song Jingfang's body, crackling and popping beans, and Song Jingfang was as comfortable as sleeping.

Move your neck, "Little brother, you can't do it." ”

"Really!" The two words were squeezed out of between his teeth, and the pigtails exerted all their strength, and the leather coat of the motorcycle bulged.

He's a lap bigger?

Fist to fist.

"Bang-" This thunderbolt was slightly decent, a number larger than the small current.

Song Jingfang caught it without pain or itching, shook his fingers, and was a little numb.

The pigtails were a little detached, his hands hung down at his sides, his face was pale, and his eyes were in disbelief. It has been done to this extent, justly, just to make the opponent's fingers tingle.

"Standing and letting you chop twice, it's time for me to do it, right?"

Song Jingfang stretched out an index finger, "Hmm~" His eyes were staring at each other, holding his breath fiercely, and his face turned red.

Little Pigtail looked at the monk suspiciously, what is he doing, constipation?

After leaving the Huangyi 835 world, the Red Lotus Karma Fire in Song Jingfang's body became honest.

I'm good, Baba needs your help now, come out and release your enthusiasm.

"Biu~flutter." A small flame erupted.

The pigtail's serious face cracked suddenly, "Hahaha, monk, what are you going to burn with this little flame?" Why don't you borrow a lighter for you and engage in art? ”

The tunic stepped forward with a cautious face, "Friend, be merciful." ”

The laughter stuck in the pigtail's throat, "Ahem, what did you say, Master Yan?" "He seemed to have been betrayed.

Song Jingfang tested the temperature of the Red Lotus Karma Fire, and it was cold to the soul.

"I don't think that young master believes it, why don't you try it?" Let's see if I can become the kung pao chicken made by Guo Nuxia.

The pigtail really doesn't believe that a small red flame can make any waves, see if he doesn't split the flowers.

"Friends are laughing, I am lonely and unheard, I don't know that this strange fire is the legendary red lotus karmic fire in Buddhism?"

Song Jingfang took a look at it himself, and the color was more gorgeous than ordinary fire.

"How did you recognize that?"

The tunic smiled confidently, "Guess." ”

Red Lotus Yehuo is the most famous, he just guessed casually, and he was really right.

"Master Yan, you said that the small flame on the tip of the monk's finger that I can blow out in one breath is the Red Lotus Karmic Fire?" Teasing me.

Little Pigtail doesn't believe in Buddhism, and has heard of the name of the Red Lotus Karma Fire, and imagines a large area of fire burning in Hula.

It's hard to believe that the small flames, wilting and not pulling, swaying in the wind and hitting the street at any time!

Song Jingfang smiled, "I said, don't believe it, you can try it." "Look how enthusiastic I am.

Although the pigtails are proud, they are people who cherish their lives, "I don't fight with ugly people." ”

It's just that the mouth is too hard, so it has to be roasted over fire.

Song Jingfang aimed at the pigtails, and "biu~" was launched!

"Eh!" The pigtails are on fire and they are dancing a cheerful tap dance.

Shoot it with your hand, the tunic took the first step to block, and with a stroke of the hand knife, the pigtail's burning pigtail was cut off and thrown down quickly.

The pigtails were burned to ashes before they hit the ground.

"Master Yan, I have braided since I was born!" Cutting his braids is tantamount to stabbing him in the heart.

"The tarsal bones stained by karmic fire are not extinguished or touched." The tunic explained why he cut off the pigtails.

Still heartache.

Song Jingfang is happy, there has never been a girl who can't bear to cut her hair.

"I said pigtails, you died early in the morning, which family's throne do you want to inherit with braids?"

The pigtail touched the hair on the top of his head, lost his soul, and muttered, "Could it be that Ben Shao is really going to die here?" ”

"What did you say?"

There's a good chance you'll die here. Death game, whoever plays who knows.

"It's over, I knew I shouldn't have come, is it a beauty is not good-looking or a career is not good enough, wake up from a two-hundred-square-meter bed every day, take a bath in the pool and have a beautiful woman taking turns to serve the life is not enough to enjoy, I have to come to this ghost place!"

The pigtails who lost their pigtails seemed to have lost the whole world, and they kept talking to themselves, full of regrets that they came here.

Song Jingfang shook his head, a good child is crazy, why shouldn't he think about it.

Not sympathetic at all.

The tunic felt embarrassed, and explained helplessly: "An Shao, if I don't cut off your braids, you will become a flower fat by now." ”

At least you're alive now, be content.

The pigtail accepts the reality, although he no longer mutters to himself, but his eyes are blank and the eyes of a dead fish are white, and he is a salted fish that has lost his dreams. Even people are not interested in killing, so they control the green vine and put down the red and blue girls.

"A braid, as for you?"

Song Jingfang, you damn curiosity!

After scolding himself, he was able to gossip with peace of mind.

The pigtail just needed someone to tell the bitterness in his heart, so he simply set up a dragon gate array.

"Monk, you don't know, the men of our family will have braids from birth, the longer the braids, the longer they live, and once the braids are broken, they are not far from death."

"So evil?" It was so evil that Song Jingfang didn't believe it.

Little Pigtail was faintly worried, "Actually, I came to participate in the drinking party of Judith Villa on this trip, and the elders of the clan made a divination for me. ”