Chinese I thought his eyes were spent, but his hands danced from side to side, this posture was like rowing, and it should be a bamboo pole in his hand.

The waves were so strong that I couldn't see how he floated on the sea, and it seemed to be a green thing under his feet.

"A leaf across the ocean?" Qingqing covered her face and muttered, her eldest lady had a temper, and she didn't tear my face when she was slapped by me.

I seemed to see hope, helped Zhang Peng up to sit, patted him gently on the face and asked

"Thin monkey, be sober, is that your master?" He opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at them, shook his head, and said

"The voice is a bit similar, but my master is not white-haired." This is strange, who is this guy, since he can float on the sea, is it possible that there are really immortals in this world?

I quickly stood up and shouted

"Old Immortal of the East China Sea, please save my friend." The white-haired old man continued to sing, ignoring my shouts, when suddenly a big wave came and tossed him into the water, paralyzing, what was going on?

Said a good leaf across the ocean, what bullshit fairy. It was then that I realized that it was not a leaf, it looked like a green boat, and it could not be a fisherman from a nearby island.

The old man threw himself in the water and shouted

"Help...... I can't swim. "How can there be a fairy.

"Aquatic, this is ...... It's my master, go and save him. Zhang Peng said softly. I glanced at Liu Ling and said

"Xiao Liu, Ouyang Xiong thinks that you have a rejuvenation pill and will not kill you easily, so don't mess around, wait for me to come back." After saying that, I wanted to jump into the sea, and at thirteen o'clock I shot on the iron railing in my hand, and the bullet bounced back, almost hitting Zhang Peng's head, and when I came back, I would be the first to kill him.

"Let him go, just keep an eye on Liu Ling, I want to ask Wen Dao if there is a rejuvenation pill in this world." Ouyang Xiong said.

"Help...... Zhang Peng's brain-dead master was still shouting there, what's the use of this kind of person coming, is it to give someone a head?

I'm still here to see off my apprentice. But since Zhang Peng has spoken, I have to go. When he swam to Wen Dao, he found that he was holding a bamboo raft painted with green paint, and the two ends were sharpened, so if you look at it from a distance, it does look like a green leaf, this old liar who pretends to be a ghost.

"Boy, save me......" He saw me, shouted desperately, and kept coughing, probably choking on the sea.

I swam over, not in a hurry to pull him, and asked

"What are you pretending to be?"

"Oh, you don't know, I came here from the Tuotuo River, I'm too tired to pay attention." As soon as he said it, I was on fire, stinky and shameless, where is the Tuotuo River?

Row this from the source of the Yangtze River in the west to the easternmost sea? Retarded!

"If you're so bragging, I won't save you, you can pounce yourself."

"I didn't blow it, I set off half a month ago." He argued.

"Why don't you take a car or a plane?"

"I don't go out much, I get a little motion sickness, I don't have an ID card, I can't buy a ticket, it's better to row by myself, I can see the scenery of the Three Gorges." If I hadn't looked at Zhang Peng's face, I would have pressed his head to drink the seawater.

I helped him onto the green bamboo raft, and he clung to the edge and lay on it, for fear that he would be swept into the sea by the huge waves. I dragged the bamboo raft towards Ouyang Xiong.

"Zhang Peng is injured, can you save it?" I asked.

"Where did it hurt?" He asked.

"Heart."

"How long?"

"Twenty minutes."

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not too late." He muttered. Ouyang Xiong stood beside the boat, looked at the white-haired old man and said

"Master Wendao, long time no see."

"yes, twenty years." Wen Dao cautiously stood on the bamboo raft and said to me

"Push me aboard." I pushed his ass, and he climbed up with difficulty, this guy was a little fat, and he probably hadn't taken a shower for half a month, and his body was stinky.

He walked up to Zhang Peng, looked at the gunshot wound, and said

"Hold on for a while."

"Master, why did you dye your hair?" Zhang Peng asked weakly, the corners of his mouth bleeding.

"Oh, you have to put on makeup when you go out, otherwise you will be easily targeted by the enemy." After he finished speaking, he pulled off his gray hair and turned into a bald head, which turned out to be wearing a hood.

No wonder Zhang Peng is a tease, it turns out that there is such an unreliable master. I yelled at him

"Don't mess around, save him!"

"What's the hurry?" As he spoke, he took out a black object that looked like a heart from his sleeve and had seven holes in it, and said with a smile to Zhang Peng

"Boy, Master will give you a good look this time, and you have a delicate heart."

"It's not a stone yet!" Zhang Peng looked at his heart and said.

"This one is different, it's much better than your previous stone heart. After the death of Uncle Bigan of the King of Shang, although his seven-trick exquisite heart turned into stone, it is the only one in the world, and it is very rare, and I am reluctant to use it myself. I was a little confused, so I grabbed it and looked at it carefully, it was really a stone,

"Zhang Peng, what's going on? You are a stone ...... Stone Hearters? "I can't believe it's true.

He closed his eyes and nodded with difficulty, and Master Wen Dao snatched it back from my hand and said

"You guys you, I want to change Zhang Peng's heart."

"Don't change it." Ouyang Xiong shouted, and the thirteenth raised his gun to Master Wen Dao,

"Either you tell me if Liu Ling has a rejuvenation pill, or this stone heart will be kept for me." Wen Dao took his heart and turned around and said

"Ouyang Xiong, this stone heart is useless to you, your internal organs are exhausted, and your heart alone can't save you."

"Then you have to try it too, but if it doesn't work, I'll replace it all with stone entrails."

"It's all rocks, how do you run? Is there any common sense? Wen Dao glared at him and yelled. Ouyang Xiong was already mad and seemed to understand something.

"If you dare to move, I will kill you. It turns out that you are all ghosts, Liu Bagong is a stone-hearted person, if there is no rejuvenation pill, then "Huainan Honglie Novella" is a fake book. Wen Dao stood up, a little grumpy,

"You think you can kill me?"

"Yin and yang are mutually reinforcing, no matter how high your spell is, you can't deal with people, I have a gun, I'll let you die in minutes, thirteen, hurt Liu Ling's leg, don't let him run." I quickly stood up, stood in front of Thirteen, and said

"You'd better not shoot." Wen Dao suddenly flicked his sleeves, and spilled a bunch of scorpions and landed on Ouyang Xiong and a group of them, the black scorpions quickly burrowed into the skin, and a big bag suddenly bulged on his forehead at thirteen o'clock, and he picked it with his hand, but it was useless.

Ouyang Xiong also got one into his neck, but fortunately Qingqing was on the edge of Zhang Peng, so it was fine.

"Can you use a spell now?" After Wen Dao finished speaking, the green bamboo raft in the sea suddenly flew out of the water, split into nine arm-thick bamboos and levitated behind him, facing Ouyang Xiong's gunman.

This posture is like a master, it's really cheap, first sprinkle the yin on people to make medicine, and then use spells, no wonder Zhang Peng said that his master learned all the tricks, it's too pit, fortunately, the scorpion didn't fall on me.

"What are you messing with? Take it out. Thirteen was furious, it is estimated that his career as a killer has never been plotted like this, he thinks that a gun can kill everything.

"Take it out......" He pointed his submachine gun at Master Wen Dao, and was so angry that he was about to shoot, when a sharp bamboo shot at a rapid pace, cutting off his left hand holding the gun, the submachine gun fell to the ground, and the severed hand holding the gun bounced.

Now it's okay, don't think about hitting every shot at thirteen o'clock in the future. At thirteen o'clock, when he was forced to use a gun, he was very powerful, his hair was combed smooth, he was wearing a suit and leather shoes, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and he spoke in a foreign accent, looking like an invincible beast in the world.

On weekdays, I shoot and kill, I guess I don't blink my glasses, but now I'm afraid of pain, I fell to the ground and covered my severed hand, screaming in pain.

Wen Dao tore off a piece of skin from the bamboo, cut open the canopy clothes, and said

"Bear with me, it'll be fine soon." He used the sharp bamboo skin to scratch the scar on Zhang Peng's chest, reached in to dig out the pottery, grabbed a handful of broken stones, and searched for a long time with a flashlight, until he confirmed that there was no dregs in it, and then stuffed the seven exquisite hearts into it.

"I don't have any anesthetic, I want to kill him!" I said. How can there be such an uncaring master in the world, not to mention that Zhang Peng was raised by him since he was a child.

Zhang Peng had already fainted, and he was not in a hurry at all. After the stone heart was stuffed in, it automatically connected to the blood vessels, and after a while, it became congested, became like a true heart, and began to beat, it was really fucking evil.

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