Wu Que knew that he couldn't catch up with Qianyu and them, so he had to turn around, call back Da Hei, and spend the night in the stone house in the east. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He lay on the stone bed of the stone house, and finally fell asleep, but he had a nightmare, dreaming that he was being chased and killed by the man in black, and suddenly woke up, it was the next morning.

He bought a fishing boat in the village, crossed the river, and continued in the direction of Longmen City.

Passing through a forest, he hunted a wild bird and cooked it for lunch behind a low hillside.

Just as he was about to eat, there was a sudden commotion and crying on the other side of the hillside.

He collected the roasted wild birds and climbed up the hill to look at them.

Below the hillside is a small mountain village with dozens of families, and the open space under the big tree in the middle of the mountain village is crowded with people.

On the outskirts of the crowd was a team riding snow-white two-headed lions.

Almost all of the two-headed lion mounts were one man tall, with two large mouths of sharp teeth shining with a chilling light, and the two-headed lions were all riding by burly men in black cloaks.

Wu Que counted them, and there were 20 lions in total.

One of the big men wearing a black feather hat was speaking loudly: "To be able to become a trialist of the Holy Lord's Sacrificial Bone Ceremony is an enviable supreme glory, an excellent trialist, and it is possible to become a high-ranking bone sacrificer. If you dare to make a lot of noise, cry and cry, you will all be dragged into slaves!

As soon as Lingyu Dahan said this, all the earth-shaking cries turned into strong sobs, but no one came out.

Seeing that no one took the initiative to come out, Lingyu Dahan was immediately furious, grabbed the meteor hammer in front of him, and struck it out with a hammer.

The middle-aged man in rags closest to him was hit in the chest with a hammer, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell limply to the ground.

Lingyu Dahan swung his hammer and shouted: "I only have dozens of strokes, if no one has come out automatically, then every time I count them, I will hammer and kill one!"

"One, two......" Lingyu Han began to count.

A short and fat young man parted the crowd and walked out silently.

"Stone Pier!" someone in the crowd cried out the name of the short and fat young man.

The big man glanced at the short and fat young man with satisfaction, and said, "Very good, there are still two left......!

As the countdown continued, another young woman stepped out of the crowd, and the crowd cried louder.

Wu Que saw what was happening in the village from a distance, and immediately became angry, slapped the big black heavily, and quickly rushed towards the village from the hillside.

The sound of the big black running attracted the attention of the two-headed lion warriors, and they all turned their heads to look at Wu Que who was stepping on the smoke and dust.

Soon Wu Que rushed to the bottom of the big tree, but he didn't know how to speak, he just opened his eyes wide and glared at the big man with Ling Yu.

Lingyu Dahan looked Wu Que up and down, and saw that he was burly and quite imposing, so he asked, "May I ask this brother, which Saint King is under the command of, and what is the matter here?"

Wu Que shouted: "Let them all go!"

The big man of Lingyu couldn't figure out Wu Que's origin, and turned his head to look at a young man in the lion team.

The young man was dressed in white, richly dressed, without a cloak, and rode a lion with three heads, a long face and phoenix eyes, and a proud expression.

He glanced at Wu Que and said coldly: "Take it!

Lingyu Dahan replied respectfully to the young man in white, "Yes, Childe!" As he spoke, his hands suddenly flickered.

A meteor hammer, with a violent sound of breaking the air and a phantom, slammed towards Wu Que.

Wu Que didn't have time to dodge, he was smashed in the chest by the meteor hammer, his body flew upside down, and with a "plop" sound, he fell on the hard ground with his back facing the sky.

When the two-headed lion team saw Wu Que being smashed by Lingyu Han, they were stunned at first, and then they all looked up and laughed.

Lingyu Dahan withdrew the meteor hammer, and couldn't help but say to Wu Que on the ground: "Haha, I thought you were a stone, but I didn't expect it to be a puddle of mud!"

Wu Que screamed angrily, jumped up suddenly, his body folded and flipped over, and rushed towards Ling Yu Dahan.

A cold light flashed in Ling Yu's eyes, and when Wu Que rushed closer, he smashed his head with a hammer.

He swung the hammer, the light of the hammer flickered, and he used the power of Tianying, intending to smash Wu Que's head with a hammer.

Wu Que was in a hurry, he rushed too violently, Lingyu Dahan hit the head with a hammer, and he didn't dodge, "Bang Dang", the sledgehammer slammed into his head.

At the same time, suddenly a sword light flashed.

"Bang!" Wu Que was slammed to the ground again.

The eyes of the two-headed lion warriors all flashed with pleasure and cruelty, and they all looked at Wu Que on the ground.

The people in the village all turned their heads one after another, unable to bear to look at them directly.

"Dang!" a meteor hammer suddenly fell to the ground, with a severed hand attached to the handle.

Blood donation spraying, staining the ground red, sprayed Wu Que's body.

"Ahh

What happened? Everyone looked at the feather man in surprise.

Wu Que slowly got up from the ground, shook his head, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood sprayed on his face, looked at the big man with Lingyu, and said coldly: "Haha, I thought you were a stone, but I didn't expect it to be a puddle of mud!"

His head didn't even bloom? The speed at which he drew his sword, why was it so fast? Everyone turned their heads and looked at Wu Que blankly, unable to believe their eyes.

"Ahh

"Bang dang!" Wu Que was hit by a hammer again.

The sword light flashed again.

This time, everyone saw it clearly: at the moment when Wu Que was hit by a hammer, he waved the long sword in his hand and slashed through the arm of the Lingyu man!

Wu Que was once again smashed by a hammer and flew up and fell to the ground, and with him landed on the left hand of the Lingyu man and the meteor hammer in his left hand.

Under the gaze of everyone's almost dull gaze, Wu Que slowly got up again.

Lingyu Dahan puffed out a pair of blood-red eyes, painful, angry, anxious, and frightened, and fell to the ground from the two-headed lion's back with a "coo-dong" sound, fainting.

A soldier next to him hurriedly jumped off the lion's back and bandaged the wound of the feather man.

The white-clothed man on the three-headed lion glanced at the feathered man on the ground, and coldly reprimanded: "Wuying white bones!"

Wu Que heard this familiar reprimand, his heart moved, and he turned his head to look at the man in white.

The man in white said to Wu Que: "Boy, you have a good cultivation, from now on, you will be the captain of my lion team!"

Wu Que was stunned for a moment, and blurted out: "Captain of the Lion Team, who are you?"

"Boy, you are really blind! Who in the whole world doesn't know our son!? Why don't you quickly kneel down and thank you!" one of the eight-character bearded warriors shouted at Wu Que.

Wu Que squinted at this soldier and said coldly: "I don't know, what's wrong?"

"You?" the warrior pointed at Wu Que and opened his mouth.

Another short-bearded warrior, Lala, said respectfully to Wu Que: "Captain, our son, is the eighteenth generation eldest grandson of the Holy Lord!"

This warrior is so clever that even the captain is called.

Several soldiers who had a good relationship with the original captain of Lingyu Dahan all looked at this short-bearded warrior with disdain.

Wu Que didn't seem to hear the words of this warrior, looked at the man in white, and said again: "Let them all go!"

The man in white looked at Wu Que: "If I let them go, are you willing to be the captain of my lion team?"

"I don't want to!" Wu Que refused.

"Then you're looking for death!" The long eyes of the man in white flickered, and with a flick of his hand, a scimitar suddenly appeared in his hand.

Looking at this scimitar, Wu Que's heart shook violently, and he blurted out: "You are Xiao Lei!?"

"Bold, our son's nickname, how can you call it!" The eight-character bearded warrior pointed at Wu Que again and scolded angrily.

The other warriors thought with disdain in their hearts: This kid, when the matter is approaching, he finally coaxed, and pretended to know our son again. Who in the world doesn't know the eighteenth generation eldest grandson of the Holy Lord, Lei Gongzi!

The boy in white, Xiao Lei, looked at Wu Que suspiciously.

"Give me back Xiaofei!" Wu Que suddenly burst into muscles, roaring and rushing towards Lei Gongzi frantically.

When Lei Gongzi heard the word "Xiaofei", his face changed suddenly, and he shouted: "Kill him!"

Lions warriors swarmed up.

Wu Que completely ignored the various weapons that hit him, his body "clicked" twice, suddenly accelerated, and jumped up.

The soldiers of the lion team didn't expect that Wu Que would be able to accelerate again, and all the weapons were suddenly shot into the air, bumping together, sparks flew everywhere, and ping-pong sounded.