"Poor Dao is an immortal cultivator, not a monk in your mouth, please note this, after all, you can eat indiscriminately, and you can't talk nonsense. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" said the young man unhurriedly.

"Immortal cultivator?"

Hearing this unfamiliar term, several people couldn't help but be stunned, and quickly reacted, although they didn't know much about immortal cultivators, they still had some understanding of immortals.

It is said that there are no real immortals in this world, but there are also legends of immortals.

Although he was stunned for a while at first, Xiahoudun quickly reacted and hurriedly said: "Thank you for your help, there will be heavy thanks after you go back!"

"Could it be that providence is on our side?"

Thinking of the people who helped him one after another, a touch of joy suddenly rose in Xiahoudun's heart, and even his strength increased a few points.

"Are you really going to trouble us?"

"Tang Wenhou Lu Bu is here, on the orders of His Majesty, you don't surrender quickly, otherwise where the heavenly soldiers pass, you will be turned into powder, and it will be too late then!"

Guan Yu just spoke, a thunderous voice recalled in his ears, and with the direction of the sound, a group of people in mid-air walked towards this burning Bowangpo, looking at the person at the head, Guan Yu's pupils shrank suddenly.

The handsome young man led by him wears a purple and gold crown with three-pronged hair, a Xichuan red brocade and hundred flower robes, a beast-faced head-swallowing chain armor, and a delicate lion belt around his waist; The bow and arrow were placed beside him, holding the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, riding on the Red Rabbit Horse and standing in mid-air.

"Lu Bu!"

After a while, Guan Yu spit out these two words, his expression became solemn, his right hand tightly held the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, and at the same time whispered to Zhang Fei.

"Third brother, don't fight anymore!"

"Yes, second brother!"

"Yun Chang, Yide, why are you so vigilant? Although I don't come from the same world, after all, I used to be a minister in the same palace, so I don't need to be really wary of eight? ”

"Three family slaves, weren't you beheaded by Cao Cao's kid? How can you still live well? Zhang Fei shouted, and the voice was so loud that the people next to him subconsciously covered their ears.

"Zhang Yide, I respect you in other worlds and I are in the same hall as a minister so polite, do you really think that this marquis is afraid of you? And he slandered Ben Hou for no reason as a slave with the three surnames of Na Lao Shizi, since you want to die, Ben Hou will fulfill you. ”

Hearing the words "three surnames of house slaves", Lu Bu suddenly became angry, you must know that since the arrival of the traverser, his life trajectory has been changed, and there is no such thing as three surnames of house slaves.

Originally, he was so polite just because his own world and Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were all He Jin's courtiers, otherwise Lu Bu's temperament would have been killed a long time ago, how could he be talking nonsense here?

"Kill!"

This time, Lu Bu did not hesitate at all, and directly issued an order to deal with all the people here, and not leave a single person alive.

"Wen Hou, Your Majesty's order is to surrender instead of killing, is it inappropriate to do so?" A young general next to him said hesitantly.

Lu Bu said indifferently: "I naturally know Your Majesty's orders, but if you don't show our strength, how can they surrender obediently?" These people are not the Tianwei of my Datang, how could they surrender because of our family's words? They must be given a taste of pain before they surrender. ”

"Phew! If you want me to be a minister in the same hall as you, a slave with three surnames, it's better to die! Zhang Fei's face was disdainful, and his words were full of disdain, which made Lu Bu angry.

"I'll leave it to you!"

Lu Bu whispered to the young general beside him, and then rode a red rabbit horse and carried Fang Tian's halberd towards Zhang Fei.

"Third brother, I'll help you!"

Over there, Zhang Fei was not to be outdone, and killed Lu Bu, Guan Yu also hurried over to help when he saw this, after all, Lu Bu has the alias of "ghost god", and his combat power is called a powerful one.

And Xiahoudun looked at Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, who was fighting with Lu Bu, and hurriedly seized this opportunity to gather the remnants of the army and retreat, ignoring Lu Bu's affairs at all.

Although Xiahoudun had a lot of questions in his heart, how could Lu Bu, who was already dead, come back to life? What the hell is the Tang Dynasty in Lu Bu's mouth? But now is clearly not the time to think about which.

"How could you just get out of here?"

The young general beside Lu Bu smiled lightly, and then killed Xiahou Xuan.

The burning Bowang Slope suddenly became lively, whether it was the defeated Cao army, or the Liu Bei army who was preparing to sneak attack, or the Lu Bu side that had just come out, they were all fighting in this fire.

The battle was scorching, which is not surprising, after all, it was a three-point battle, and it was difficult to distinguish a winner in a short period of time.

What is surprising is that things are not so simple, after a while, some people ran here, some wanted to help Guan Yu, Zhang Fei and others, and some people wanted to help Xiahoudun and others.

And there is no doubt that these people are either reincarnators or some main gods who have rushed over for random tasks.

With the addition of these people, the scene suddenly became chaotic, and in the light of the fire of Bowangpo, everyone moved for their own purposes.

Of course, the most unlucky ones belong to those small soldiers, although each of these small soldiers is at the level of five absolute weapons, but here they can only be reduced to cannon fodder, being killed unscrupulously, and there is no power to fight back.

"The battle of Bowangpo has attracted the attention of so many people? The result of this main god battle is unpredictable, but I don't know who will be out first? ”

Hiding next to him and quietly watching the melee in Bowangpo, Zou Ping couldn't help but speculate in his heart.

Seeing now, Zou Ping roughly figured out what was going on?

In this world, different people have taken different approaches, and they are cautious, and naturally there are also those who are extremely confident.

But no matter what the result is, the famous Battle of Bowangpo at this point in time still attracted the attention of many people, Jiang Zhe and Lu Ren in front, the person who pretended to pass on the order in the back, and the young man who claimed to be an immortal cultivator, all had their own plans.

However, the difference is that some people are more rational and know how to judge the situation, while others are purely too confident and think that they are the "protagonist", such as the main god behind Lu Bu.

This is much more exciting than any Hollywood blockbuster, but unfortunately this kind of opportunity is not often available, the last battle of the sons was too imperfect, and an opportunity was wasted, otherwise how interesting would it be for the sons to fight wits and courage in the last days?

Thinking of this, Zou Ping is even more determined to hold corresponding activities on a regular basis, after all, the benefits of this are undoubted.

"But if you look down on the natives of this world too much, you will only be the one who is unlucky." While watching the play, Zou Ping was also talking to himself in his heart, but he didn't say it clearly. (To be continued.) )