Chang Qiu saw Huzi like this, and felt that he had the chance to win, that is, he said: "Bet? Tell me about it, you can't let me say yes without knowing what to bet on. If I try to pee and mud, I can't pull this shelf. ”

These words caused the soldiers and horses to laugh again, making many immortals on Zhang Tianliu's side grit their teeth. Huzi snorted his teeth and said, "Bet on your life." Let's fight again, and we will lose here, and we will die. ”

"You're not qualified to bet with me." Chang Qiu shook his head, "I can stab you to death with my wrist now, why should I take any more risks." Besides, then again, you're fighting with me in my family's hall! Are you crazy? ”

"If you don't have the ability, just say it," Huzi raised the tip of the knife a little higher, "Don't dare to bet, grandpa, I'll fight with you." Yes, Lao Tzu has a cheap life, but 'the clay sculpture of the soil embryo also has three points of fire' - you are not a good bird, and Zhang Tianliu is not a good thing! I'm going to have to pull all of you to bury me with you! Either you bet with me, or you bet on whether your grandfather and I have the ability! ”

Chang Qiu didn't believe that Huzi still had the strength to spare, but what if? Who knows what this little friar hasn't revealed? Chang Qiu was beating a drum in his heart, but he still didn't plan to bet on Huzi. Huzi's inability to succeed is a sure thing, and he really can't afford to entangle with a doll who is at the end of his rope. Chang Qiu didn't believe that Huzi could really drag the full house of immortals to die together, but he believed that Huzi definitely had the ability to drag him to die together. Otherwise, why is Huzi so tough?

"You're just bluffing here." Chang Qiu said to Huzi, and then turned around and called the disciple of the Terracotta Hall, "Take it for me!" ”

Chang Qiu took a few steps back as he spoke, moved away from Huzi, and stood in front of the people in the terracotta camp.

"Chang Qiu," Huzi took a deep breath, "If you don't bet with me, you'll regret it." ”

"Uncle God, I'll come!" A fairy family with a yellow face and thin muscles and a thin head and face stepped out more and more. Huzi took a closer look, and saw that the fluff on the man's face had not yet faded, and his ears were still pointed, so he knew that it was a weasel who had not been transformed for a long time.

Chang Qiu glanced at the Huang family fairy and said to others: "Sixth, you take care of it, be careful." "The one who was called the sixth child was a woman, who looked quite strong, with a tiger's back and a bee's waist, and looked like a stake for tamping. She replied in a rough voice, "Don't worry, hall master, you will take care of Heavenly Grace." ”

This man and woman, one fat and one thin, one tall and one short, one old and one young, the two immortals each conjured their own blades, the man carried the sword, the woman held the knife, crossed the terracotta hall, and stood in front of the battle.

Huzi smiled: "The surname is Chang, you should really rest assured that a beast that has just changed will come and take me?" I really looked down on your grandfather, why can cats and dogs deal with me? ”

"Phew! Don't be rampant, boy! The weasel named Tian'en pointed his sword at Huzi, "Lao Tzu is old enough for you to live for several rounds!" I'll fucking grave you today! ”

The weasel stabbed with a sword without any fancy, it was indeed like thunder, and it had the momentum of carrying the wind and rain! Huzi smiled slightly: "Yellow skin!" I'll fuck you uncle! ”

The blade of the Miao knife slashed through the palm of Huzi's left hand, cutting a shallow wound on the hand, but no blood droplets came out, only to see a faint smoke like a mist floating out of it, wrapped around the Miao knife. Huzi grinned in pain, and the sword edge was getting closer and closer to Huzi!

"Get out!" The tiger shouted, and the knife was faster than the wind and thunder! He used the back of his sword to cut off the weasel's sword, kicked it out again, and slammed his heel into the weasel's stomach, kicking him far away, and he was silent for a while.

This yellow skin comes and goes faster! This made the people on both sides somewhat surprised. After all, what kind of spell did Huang Pizi's hand use, but it was easily resolved by Huzi's kick, which made many people pay attention to Huzi: This kid's ability is not low!

Huzi himself was very annoyed in his heart: with this trick, even if he can survive, he will inevitably be taught a lesson by the master when he goes back! Damn, it hurts!

Thinking in his heart, Huzi kicked out this kick and didn't take it back, and a big knife fell on the surface of his foot! The tiger landed on his feet and pumped his legs, turned around with his strength, and raised his knife to stab the ramming pile. Hitting the ramming pile is also a ruthless, raising his hand to hold the tiger's knife, letting the tip of the knife pass through the arm, and once again horizontal the knife, slashing towards the unstable tiger! Huzi made a decision immediately, let go of the hand holding the knife and rolled on the spot, dodging this fatal knife!

The rammer put away his knife, slowly pulled out the Miao knife that Huzi had left on his left arm and threw it on the ground, without frowning. She moved her wrist twice and looked up at Huzi: "Junior, take your life!" ”

"Little friend, be careful!" A short man on Zhang Tianliu's side opened his mouth to remind, "This fake man's kung fu is stronger than the knife!" Don't let her get close! ”

Huzi didn't reply, and he was also careful in his heart.

The ramming pile really didn't come out anymore, so he slammed his fists into a double hammer-like appearance. A pair of meat fists beat the tiger vigorously, forcing the tiger to retreat step by step. Huzi doesn't fight hard with her, relying on her small size and flexibility to fight with ramming piles, and never let her touch herself!

After only half a cup of tea, the strength of the ramming pile became weaker and weaker, and it collapsed to the ground as if someone had pulled the spinal cord, and a painful moan came out of his mouth. Huzi rested and bypassed the ramming pile, picked up his Miao knife and made a hole in the clothes on her left arm, seeing that the wounded place on her forearm had rotted into a black patch, and black lines spread along her blood meridians to the top of her arm.

People on both sides took a breath when they saw this scene! This is the soul law body in the hall, not an ordinary body, and it looks like it has been poisoned, which makes no sense. But it's so clear in front of me, and anyone who sees it is a little stunned in their hearts.

Huzi put the knife on the neck of the ramming pile, and there was a gesture that did not stop. Chang Qiu directly blew up Mao: "Shaft dares!" ”

Huzi looked at Chang Qiu Yile, revealing two rows of big white teeth: "What are you talking about?" What am I afraid of? "After speaking, the knife is up! The sound of ramming piles stopped abruptly, and a head rolled out of the distance, slowly turned into a snake head, and disappeared again!

It's a real chill! The immortal family died in the hall, not to mention reincarnation, and even a complete soul could not be left. Huzi's knife is really powerful! No one would have thought that this hairy kid would really dare to kill the immortal family, this is a big taboo! This also made those disciples of the Terracotta Hall dare not act rashly anymore: this kid on the other side is really a master who dares to kill him, and even the fake master has died in an unknown way, and it may not be possible to go up by himself!

"Chang Qiu, what am I talking about, grandpa? You'll regret it. Huzi smiled cheaply, "What I just said is still counting, do you bet with me?" ”

Chang Qiu could see some of Huzi's skills clearly, and believed that the crowd under his command could attack him. But there are still so many people on Zhang Tianliu's side, Chang Qiu can't tell if the soldiers and horses on his side will be able to turn over the hall after putting down the tiger. So Chang Qiu gave a soft word: "What about the bet?" ”

Huzi stood firm with a knife, rubbing the wound on the palm of his left hand: "You win, I die, I promise that my master will not move a finger of you, and we can't control the door if you can't turn over the hall." I win, you die, you go to your own stele king to hear the trial, and it has nothing to do with me. ”

"Empty words." Chang Qiu said.

Huzi stood up with the knife, and pressed the blade with his left hand into a sword: "Peng Huzi, a disciple of the Ghost Family, swears an oath to gamble with the Immortal Family, and follow the rules. If there is a breach of oath, the thunder will be punished! ”

As a monk or an immortal person, you can't easily swear by a curse, because the oath is likely to come true. Taoism pays attention to following the law of all things, and Buddhism emphasizes cause and effect, in fact, they are all the same truth: a peck and a drink are not predetermined. The spiritual platform is a little above the center of the eyebrows, which is where the monk's soul is stable. The oath of the spiritual platform is that the soul is opening the words, it is an oath that cannot be faked, once it is violated, the first thing that will not spare you is your own Dao heart and mind!

"Long worm, it's your turn." Huzi finished his oath and pointed a knife at Chang Qiu and said.

Chang Qiu snorted coldly, stood on the ground, and knotted the outer wheel seal with both hands: "Disciple Chang Qiu, Lingtai swears." Gambling with others, follow the rules, if there is a violation, destroy the soul, do not turn over, harm the soldiers, destroy the Tao! ”

Now Chang Qiu's sworn words are not invicious-not only cursing himself, but also punishing Bing Ma Tang, so that once Chang Qiu dies, Bing Tang will not be able to repent.

Even so, no one jumped out to stab in the Terracotta Hall. Originally, turning over the hall was a matter of death, if it wasn't for the fact that he had already given up his life in his heart, who could follow Chang Qiu to raise a knife against the old tablet king? Chang Qiu now swore to tie up the immortals of the Terracotta Hall, which was actually understandable. After all, if Chang Qiu really died, these people still wanted to talk to Zhang Tianliu, that is, they were just looking for death.

Chang Qiu finished his oath, put the double gong in his hand again, took a few steps forward, and stood less than five feet away from Huzi, and opened his stance.

At this time, there is nothing to say about one person and one snake, it is nothing more than fighting for life. It's just that the two have different minds.

Chang Qiu was really taken aback by Huzi's physical technique, but he still felt that he had a chance to win. Even if Huzi started practicing in his mother's womb, it was only thirteen or fourteen years, and Chang Qiu didn't believe that Huzi could really compare to himself. If not, how can you be worthy of your hundreds of years of Taoism?

Huzi is actually scared. When he was a child, he followed Mr. Peng to the north and south, and he had seen strong winds and waves, but he really pressed his life, this was the first time. He knew that he had a few catties and a few taels, and he couldn't compare to Chang Qiu in real terms. He used the life-saving skills taught by his master, and he had the confidence to fight once, but he still didn't have the certainty of surviving. But what can be done? Now it's a ruined boat, it's really a "you live and die"!