By the time the smoke and dust cleared, the two of them had already decided the winner, and the cloth bag monk and the middle-aged man staggered by. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Which of them do you say won?" said the Baiyun Zhuangzhuang with a smile, and the red-clothed man was about to speak, but the Baiyun Zhuangzhuang immediately stopped him with a fan, "Don't talk yet, I guess!"

The man in red's eyes revealed a look of doubt, you told me to say it, and now you don't let me say, what the hell do you want?

The owner of Baiyun Village was interested, "That's it, I'll count one, two, three, and the two of us will tell the answer." ”

Immature!

The man in red said two words in his heart, but his face remained silent, nodded and said, "Okay." ”

Okay, I'll start counting now. The owner of Baiyun Village shouted, "One, two, three, ......"

"It's a lose-lose situation. ”

"Injured at the same time!"

It's almost as if these four people were talking at the same time.

The only difference is that the tone of the Baiyunzhuang master jumps out, and the man in red is deep.

"Those who know me, Ye ...... Oh no, it's nameless too. After saying a few words, the owner of Baiyun Village changed his words, and then looked at the man in red a little speechlessly, as if he had said something he shouldn't have said!

The man in red showed helplessness in his eyes.

The two people who were originally fighting in the field snapped, and the cloth bag monk fell.

"Uh......" The owner of Baiyun Village showed a stunned look and said, "What's the matter, how did that fat man fall, could it be that the owner of this village guessed wrong." ”

"No!" the man in red said coolly, "The farmer's guess is not bad, the two of them are indeed afraid of defeat, but the dead fat man ......"

As if he understood something, the owner of Baiyun Village nodded, and then said something that was incompatible: "He is too fat, no matter what world he is in, fat people always suffer." ”

The man in red was puzzled, and looked at the man in white strangely, what does the owner of the village mean? How profound is his speech, he still can't understand after reading books for a few years!

There are still many people who don't know the truth, just like Lin Qianwu who was surprised in the audience, clapping his little hands, his face was full of surprise, he jumped up in excitement, and couldn't stop dancing, "Win, we won, Uncle Long defeated the big villain." ”

"It's not soft. ”

The owner of Baiyun Village looked at the excited princess with deep eyes, and shook his head, this beauty was happy too early, and her suffering was far from over?

The middle-aged man's facial features were distorted, and finally blood spit out, he stood up staggering through the pain, walked tremblingly to the front of the Budai monk, raised his hand, and said cruelly: "Budai, you lost, capture the princess, the criminal is monstrous, you should die!"

"Damn, we caught the wrong person, you know, let's discuss how about it, you take the princess with you now, and this matter is over. The Budai monk spurted out a mouthful of blood and said with a wink.

The middle-aged man raised his palm, and a terrifying wind hit, and he told the monk with practical actions.

Seeing that the iron palm was about to fall on the cloth bag monk Tianling cover, suddenly, a powerful suction force came, and before Lin Qianwu could react from the excitement, he was extremely surprised to see that Uncle Long, who was extremely awesome just now, was directly sucked into the Qiankun cloth bag.

"You cheat, you cheat, how can you use the bag?" protested with a sad face, but unfortunately no one paid attention to her, and several big men reappeared in front of her.

"Big brothers, now that monk is injured, can you let me go, I will give each of you a thousand taels of gold. The little princess looked at them pitifully with a pair of big eyes, and said with a discussion.

One thousand taels of gold is not a small amount, it can completely allow an ordinary person to live the life of a rich man, such a small amount of money, for the cloth bag monk naturally looks down on it.

But most of the small minions in the villa are ordinary people, and there are really a few who are ready to move, and now the big monk is injured, and he can't seem to get up, hmph, this dead monk loves to eat so much, and now he can't get up and deserves it.

The gang gloated, several big men glanced at each other, the monk couldn't get up, and they decided to let the princess go in exchange for the reward.

But at this moment, the cloth bag monk actually stood up slowly, this guy shook his head, looked down at the big fat on his body, and said slightly embarrassed: "Our family almost gave their lives here, the master of the Dragon Guardian Villa is really extraordinary, no, I want to ask the boss to send a few guards to me!"

These people are kittens and puppies in the eyes of the Budai monk, but there is a person who brings him a sense of danger. This person is Ye Xiaotian.

He set his eyes on Ye Xiaotian.

When his companion died tragically, Ye Xiaotian didn't make a move, which is not to say that Ye Xiaotian was afraid of death.

As the commander of the first army, he naturally can't attack blindly, the so-called knowing oneself is invincible, and before he fully understands the enemy, General Ye obviously will not attack easily.

General Ye observed for a while, this cloth bag monk's cultivation is not very powerful, it is only a first-class nine grades. But people have twenty-one products of absorbing spiritual treasures.

The most correct thing to do now is to quickly use the strength of the milk to escape.

But how could he, as a general, escape.

Although now that the officers and soldiers are dead, there is no one to stop him from escaping. When Ye Xiaotian saw Princess Lin Qianwu's eager and pitiful gaze, he couldn't take a step.

The faces of children and wives appeared in front of him, Ye Xiaotian sighed and said: "Let's go, I'll give my life here today! Man'er Tao'er, Jun'er Yue'er, Yu'er, my father can't accompany you anymore, Yuefang, in the next life, I will allow you to go all over the world again!" A momentum emanated from his body.

The Budai monk said in a little surprise: "It's still a first-class nine-rank master, it seems that I underestimate you." ”

If he didn't have a Qiankun cloth bag, he was guaranteed to run away, now, no, although the Great Zhou Protector Master injured him, but he had a spiritual treasure, and he just sucked General Ye in front of him.

Seeing that the two of them had made a move, the man in red looked at the man in white who had been lazy, "Master Baiyun, aren't you going to make a move?"

"Come on!" Ye Xiaotian slowly pulled out the moonlight treasure knife that had accompanied him for many years, the sharp knife light reflected his unyielding face, as a general, although tens of millions of people went to me, but it was a pity that he could not die on the battlefield.

The cloth bag monk pouted disdainfully, he didn't want to do it, and directly summoned the Qiankun cloth bag, slowly chanting the spell, but he was careless, the masters made a move, and they must not be careless, often some small details can cause the success or failure of things, although there is a slight difference, in reality it is indeed very different.

The cloth bag monk thought he was in control of all things, but unfortunately the accident happened, and after a while, a ray of light appeared in front of him. The monk couldn't help but squint, the spell stopped unconsciously, and couldn't help but reach out to cover his eyes.

Looking up at the sky, when he opened it again, there was only a sword light left in the sky and the world!

A sword shines on Kyushu!

Such a sentence came to the mind of the Budai monk, and then under the incredulous gaze of the Heavenly Dragon Gang, a person's wide-eyed head suddenly flew up, carrying a string of blood flowers.