Let's say that before, Mao Shanming entered the cave and met He Cheng, who was dormant again, and was caught by the back collar.

"Zombie Lord, I don't have the intention of robbing your jade!"

Mao Shanming was terrified, his elbow pulled his shoulder, and he swayed left and right to struggle.

Looking at the face of the corpse that was getting closer, he gritted his teeth and clutched at his belt.

Slippery!

Maoshan was as smooth as a loach, and in the blink of an eye, he took off his clothes and escaped from He Cheng's clutches with a bare fart/strand.

"Big/Master, I don't want clothes, I'll give you all of them!"

What's of value in him? A ragged shirt, a few pieces of yellow rune paper that does not work when it fails, a small half cup of cinnabar mixed with water, and a book of Maoshan techniques that break into the rivers and lakes are not worth a date at all.

"Uncle Ming! Uncle Ming! Ah, us! ”

The big and small ghosts are still trapped in paper umbrellas.

"It's broken, big treasure and little treasure!"

Mao Shan Ming rushed to the mouth of the cave, his left foot stepped on the warm sun, but his right leg made a mistake and did not step over.

The two ghosts have been with him for a long time, not to mention the same joy, but also to share the suffering.

Taking a step forward, the zombies can't catch up, but the fate of the two ghosts is not guaranteed.

"Alas" sighed, Mao Shanming raised his right foot and stomped on the ground fiercely, pinched the magic trick with his left and right hands, and shouted loudly: "Please Master Zu to appear on his body!" ”

At the end of the day, a red light rushed in.

He Cheng squinted, and the words on the top of Maoshan Ming's head at lv5 changed, and he became a lame man at lv7.

"I didn't expect my lame man to have a successor, hahaha!"

Mao Shan, who was short with one eye and half a short right leg pretending to be lame, laughed brightly, and the change in momentum and posture was obviously that the body was still there, and the soul had changed hands.

This is a method of wishing for the arts, also called God fighting.

Please God on the body, you can invite the Yellow Turban Force, the Heavenly Soldier and the Heavenly General, and the Third Prince of Nezha.

You can invite Niu Tou Ma Mian, Zhong Kui Judge, and Ten Hall Yama.

Mortal warlocks will fight with two gods, and even many street martial artists, swallowing coals, crushing chests with boulders, and fishing people with ears, it doesn't look like a human can do kung fu, they are all tricks of god fighting.

The god who is not good at learning and art, can do it without pain at the time, and when the severe pain hits, he gritted his teeth and endured it by himself, which is suitable for heroes to find a field, or go into battle to kill the enemy.

If you are powerful, you can invite the gods to come to the world, and all kinds of skills can be used to turn over the river and the sea, no matter how strong the opponent is, you have to take a break.

Of course, none of the people invited were real bodies, and the strength of the cultivators was also closely related to the cultivators themselves.

Mao Shan Ming's kung fu is good, but the ancestor he invited is not very good.

Level 7?

He Cheng jumped up and slapped him over.

"Humph! Little zombies dare to be presumptuous in front of my eyes! ”

The lame man snorted coldly, lifted his lame right leg and pointed at He Cheng, and his weak right foot actually kicked out a burst of qi!

Power comes fast.

He Cheng smashed on the wall of waste ore behind him with a "boom".

The white-haired chain mail was very tough, and this seemingly powerful kick didn't hurt him much.

"There's a doorway!"

He Cheng got his mind, level 7 is now for him, it should be as easy as chopping melons and vegetables, just like meat on a chopping board.

How could a lame person who wanted to cultivate to a low level still have such two points of ability!

"What a white-haired stiff, weird!"

The lame Daoist also secretly smacked his tongue in the bottom of his heart.

In the daytime, the sun is the brightest, and the zombie corpse qi is restrained, and two or three young adults can subdue them.

The zombies of this time, the bones are like fried crisps, the skin is like dried thin, they are broken when they are kicked, they are broken when they are poked, and it is impossible to be so durable in broad daylight.

He Cheng didn't care about his shock, the fight between the two parties was fatal, his back touched the wall, he rebounded with strength, He Cheng's heel hit the ground again, his arms straightened and turned into a spear, and grabbed towards the lame man!

A spear is like a flying arrow, thundering out!

The lame man's eyelids jumped, and he shouted, "Woe to you!" Woe to you! ”

There is something wrong with the leg, but the regression is not slow.

He took two or three steps back, his left foot stuck to the ground, and the tip of his toe spinning top was nailed to the ground, dragging him and throwing him in a big circle.

The right leg kicked out, and the broken shoe flew out first.

Whoosh –

The broken shoes flew and hit He Cheng's chest, the strength did not stop He Cheng, and the broken shoes were not his killer moves, the real killer tricks came!

The dirty feet suddenly bulged/swelled, and the blood vessels burst out, and fine and dense red blood stranded down the sweat hair, hanging on the thick/black leg hair.

Who would want to kick out such a fancy leg method with a stump leg, such as a quick cut and a flower, and the soles of the feet are in the middle of the zombie's ribs!

"Die!"

He Cheng was kicked and fell to the ground.

The first confrontation seemed to be that he had fallen behind, and the stump of the lame man was a bit of a doorway.

"Want to kill Lao Tzu? You're going to die! ”

He Cheng howled and bounced, his stiff arm provoked a huge force, his body seemed to have a memory, he turned around and dodged, and smashed sideways on the lame man's right leg.

"Ding" sounded, like picking up an iron rod and smashing it on the iron plate, the black-haired leg and stomach ate He Cheng's punch, and he was not hurt at all!

The memories in his body exploded, like a person practicing martial arts in He Cheng's head.

The opponent made a pair of gourd hammers, solid copper juice poured, dancing tigerly, the strength of the person who lost the gourd hammer was also extraordinary, raising his hand to grab/catch a person's side kick.

That kick was eighty percent similar to the kick that the lame man in front of He Cheng had hit.

During the day, the corpse qi decreased, which seemed to awaken the body memory left by the original owner of He Cheng's body.

If you give him a treasure horse and a pair of golden gourd hammers, he can also dominate the battlefield!

It feels like a fairy thunderbolt running through the brain,

Happiness is like a heart.

He Cheng's left arm was stiffly pressed down, and his right fist was raised.

A hard fist forced the disc down, a poke in the head, and only two punches forced the lame man into death.

The lame man's leg is not flexible, the right leg is out, the left leg is on the ground, where are the legs and feet to move?

If he withdraws his right leg, he will have to eat a hard punch, and if he does not withdraw, he can dodge the punch to the top of the head, but he can't dodge the leg.

The fist turned into a golden hammer, like a meteor falling down the mountain in the middle of the night, and it seemed that a bird in the forest was frightened under the fist, flapping its wings and fleeing in a majestic manner.

Birds fleeing the forest!

Left fist right hammer, one press and one smash!

The lame man bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

After suppressing the corpse qi in He Cheng's body, he barely pulled half of his body, raised his stump leg and hit He Cheng's left fist.

"Tough with zombies?" He Cheng smiled in his heart, his left fist did not dodge, and he was hitting the stump leg.

The fists and feet collided, and suddenly a huge force was born, and the lame man screamed in pain, but in the confrontation, he suddenly regained his strength,

I actually borrowed my strength to get out!

This lame Taoist combat experience is not low, and in the blink of an eye, he has already fallen into the sunlight outside.

"Demons! Devil! Alas! ”

The lame Taoist shouted twice, his body shook, and he obviously left Maoshan Ming's body.

Zombies can fight martial arts, aren't they demons?

"Thank you Master Zu for the rescue!"

Mao Shan woke up, with a mouth full of red blood mixed with spit, rubbing his right foot and praying to the sky.

"Big treasure and little treasure, get to my mouth first!!"

He suddenly pinched his fingers, and the paper umbrella in He Cheng's hand trembled, and he held it up halfway, and two green smoke rushed out of the cave.

As soon as they touched the sun, the two ghosts began to howl miserably, but fortunately, Maoshan Ming was not far away, and the ghosts finally stopped crying after the two ghosts.

Two puffs of green smoke were swallowed into Maoshan Ming's mouth.

The voice came from inside Mao Shan Ming's stomach.

"Uncle Ming, what should I do now?"

"What to do? Escape, of course! ”

Looking at the zombies that fell in the cave and didn't come out, Mao Shan Ming ran out of the field for several miles with a lameness, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "It's safe!" Call! ”

"This zombie is so fierce, Master Zu can't subdue him, it's better to hide away"

Touching the cold shoulder, there is no way to eat, and the next step is not good: "I have to be hungry again"

Gollum......

……

He Cheng grabbed the paper umbrella and jumped back into the cave.

There was another strange thing just now, he was fighting with the lame man, but suddenly a reminder came that he had gained 2 experience. Who did you kill by mistake? He Cheng shook his head and didn't know, and he didn't pay attention to it anymore.

He doesn't feel a loss if he escapes Maoshan Ming and the two ghosts, and he is not a murderer, so don't mess with him, then hello, I'm good, everyone.

If you see that he wants to kill him quickly, then you will fight for your life.

took off / The tattered official robe on his body and put it on the robe that belonged to Mao Shanming in his hand.

Maoshan Ming's robe was already one size bigger, but it was just right to wear it on him.

The robe is exquisitely designed, one side is a cloth robe, and when you turn it over, it is a yellow robe, but the gossip robe has no mana, and when you touch He Cheng's body, the corpse qi "stabs" and tears apart.

The yellow charm in the cloth bag touched his hand and was casually raised by him.

It's this paper umbrella, the ghost can not be afraid of the sun, what about the zombie?