Listening to the ping-pong sound coming from the fat man, Wen Chuanting frowned, and then stretched out, "Although the fat man is also here for the token, he has a good heart, and he is still a good person, so he can't let him be beaten to death here for me." ”

"Stop!" asked Chuanting to get out of the fat man's protection three times and two times, escaping the fists and kicks of the crowd, and standing outside the crowd.

"If you say stop, stop, you should be the pavilion master and his old man!" someone sneered, and his fists and feet increased his strength.

Several people reacted, and when they turned around and saw Wen Chuanting standing outside the circle, they couldn't help but be stunned, and said in a lost voice: "How did you get out? Aren't you protected by a dead fat man?"

The big eyes fluttered, and he turned his head and punched him hard, only then did he react and scream, "It's not right!"

"What the hell is your name? You don't make a move?! Give me the land, see that I don't beat him to death, and you want to stop us from taking the token!"

A small circle, surrounding the river Dachuan inside, the fat body of the river Dachuan, although it is fatter than the average person, but it is also limited, a group of people together, but there are just two more people, a circle of people outside, are rolling their arms and sleeves, but also to increase the prestige, squeeze hard inside the outside, and actually hit the fat man, there are not many people.

Someone squeezed in, screamed loudly, and the person squeezed out with his strength, and soon squeezed out of the circle.

"He's here!"

The person who squeezed out of the circle was speechless, his eyes glancing with a sharp light, trying to find this stupid lack of voice, "I don't know that one monk has water to drink, two monks carry water to drink, and three monks have no water to drink?"

Of course, there are no monks here, and they don't know the existence of monks, but Li'er is the same Li'er, which is also the reason why the person who finally squeezed out of the circle of people is annoyed.

With a hula, the small figure of Wen Chuanting was surrounded by a group of fierce and vicious people again. One by one, they spread their palms, "Kid, give me a token!"

"Give me the token!"

"Give it to me!"

"There are so many of you, I'll just give ...... a token" asked Chuanting to squirm, look at this, aim at that, and before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a surprised question.

"Hey, why did you run away?

"Your mother!" asked Chuanting was speechless, eager to hit his head on the tofu and die.

No one paid attention to the fat man, and they scrambled forward one by one, for fear that they would be one step behind others and not get the token.

"Give it to me!"

"Give me! Give me!"

"Give me ......"

Wen Chuanting frowned, "A group of cats who have seen fish!"

"Ha! Since everyone wants it, it's better for everyone to divide the ranks, and whoever stands in the end, I'll give it to whom!" asked Chuanting and said loudly.

"Don't listen to him, he wants us to fight among ourselves and run away in the end. One spoke, and the others agreed.

"The little guy is very ghostly, don't listen to his nonsense!"

"That's it!"

"Give it to me! Otherwise, grandpa is really going to beat you, grandpa is not afraid of others saying that he will bully the small!"

"Why is this thing crowded in front of you again!" asked Chuanting speechlessly, looking at the existence of this grandfather who has been calling himself.

"Don't talk nonsense with him, he's stalling for time, waiting for those two inner disciples to arrive. Let's go back and divide it again!"

"Damn, he's stalling for time!"

"The little guy is very shrewd, don't delay time!"

"Yes, hold him down, and just grab it!"

Seven hands and eight feet, three fingers and five fingers, asked Chuanting to be covered by the palms of a group of people, and his heart was extremely aggrieved, "I still have to delay time, I just don't want to trouble!"

"Really when I'm a soft-footed shrimp to handle at will?" one thought flashed after another, and one hand took the lead in touching Wen Chuanting's body, and he couldn't help but shudder: "If it's a group of women, it's okay to say, a group of big men, it doesn't make me sick!"

"You forced me!" asked Chuanting to be ruthless in his heart, his chest collapsed, away from the palm that he was the first to touch on his chest, and brewed in his chest for a moment in one breath, and his hair burst into flames, rolling invisibly, blowing the bun in the ears of a group of people.

"Get out of the way!"

Everyone's fingers froze for a moment, and then continued to move forward, laughing from time to time, "The child is very imposing, strip off your clothes for a while, and see if you cry!"

"Stop! You group of adults, bully a child, don't be ashamed!" A loud shout sounded from outside the crowd, and in the sound of kicking, the fat man's fat body rushed over, stretched out his big hand, and threw the first two people out.

"Fatty, you're looking for death!"

"Look for death!"

Without waiting for the fat man to continue forward, the two people who were thrown out shouted in the air, and with a bang, both of them drew their long swords at the same time.

"Since you don't want to be embarrassed, then don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!" Under the lowered eyes of Wen Chuan, the essence of his eyes suddenly appeared, and when the two of them drew their long swords in the air, the sword light of the two fingers in the middle of the food flickered.

No one heard the low voice of the question, and even if they heard it, they wouldn't care, how much resistance can a child have?!

"Get out!" With a loud shout, his fingers connected the dots, and when his body turned, the sword qi that was swallowed instantly stabbed the palm that came out, no matter how fat or thin.

One by one, like CLP, the palm of the hand retracted like lightning.

"Ahh

"Boy, come ruthless?!"

Everyone subconsciously took the sword, and in the loud sound, there was a creaking sound of fists clenching and squeezing bones.

Yan Yan's expression faded, and his face was hideous. In the face of the fierce and vicious people, he did not have stage fright, and put on a smiling face.

"Everyone is the same door, why lose your harmony for a token!"

"We didn't want to lose our harmony, so we persuaded each other with good words, but we didn't expect ......"

"Found it!" The moment the cold voice sounded, Wen Chuanting paid attention. The small figure fluttered suddenly, appearing in front of a sharp-beaked monkey with a thin body.

"If you say a sentence and a half, I really can't find you, hum, you talk so much, could it be that you are a traitor of the demon clan, wanting to provoke a civil war in the Sword Pavilion and achieve your ulterior purpose?"

"Fart!" The sharp-beaked monkey's cheek eyes skimmed to the sword qi between his fingers, and his body unconsciously took a small step back, as if he felt that this was wrong, because he was afraid of the child in front of him, and his retreating toes retracted back into place.

The body was straight, his eyes looked at the people with unkind faces, and the sharp-mouthed monkey pouted: "I just think it's a bit of a waste for you to hold that token, all the senior brothers are righteous and shrewd, they are the best owners of the token!"

"Full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, you can't hide the filth in your heart!" The sword fell in his hand, and the sword qi cut to the waist and abdomen of the sharp-beaked monkey's cheeks with a snort.

Asking the legend is quite small, and he can only reach such a high level.

The sharp-beaked monkey's cheeks and feet are not slow, and his waist and limbs twist, instantly avoiding the cross-cut of Wen Chuanting. The sword qi reverberate, and Wen Chuanting instantly changed his moves, and hit with a diagonal hook.

The vertical and horizontal sword qi reverberated into the intestines, making the sharp-beaked monkey's gills feel like they were facing the threat of death, "Do you really want to kill me?"

Before the thought fell, in the face of the threat of death, the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks eagerly grabbed the long sword at his waist, and the sword body sprang out half a foot, colliding with Wen Chuanting's sword qi.

Wow!

The huge impact made the sword body close to the waist and abdomen, and the heavy force was transmitted from the sword body, and the sharp-beaked monkey gills were knocked out without the ability to resist.