Suddenly, Hou Chunda walked and walked, suddenly jumped up and how high, and smashed the purple gourd with both hands on the head of Zhonglin's building! Woo! Bang! The purple gourd is here in the blink of an eye! Zhong Lin is not in a hurry!

The heart said, I'll take you and see who is the most powerful! Zhong Lin came and jumped out in a fire-burning style!

Just listen to the sound of a "bell" "Bang la! "Sparks are splashing!

Hou Chunda's purple gourd stood on tiptoe and was more than four feet tall, so I wanted to throw this purple gourd out! I only felt that my arms were sore, my body shook twice, and I took six or seven steps backwards, almost sitting on the ground.

Shake your face and look at Zhong Lin!

Zhong Lin also felt that his arm was numb, the tiger's mouth was sore, and the big stick almost gave up, knowing that this kid had the strength to do it, he didn't expect it to be so big!

But fortunately, he was still much stronger than him, and he only took three or four steps back!

Hou Chunda, his body finally stabilized his figure, barely stood firm, and he screamed angrily "Wow Wow" and felt that he had lost face, this face was already black, and now it is almost the same as the black pot:

"Okay, Zhong Lin, look at the melon!" Horizontal move to block the waist and lock the jade belt! Zhong Lin made a "hugging pipa" and knocked out: "Open!" "Just listen" to the bell-" The two blades touched, and the sparks burst away, and the eardrums of those close to the ring were buzzing.

Look at Hou Chunda's homeopathic melon with the person, the body with the melon, "woo", run to Zhonglin's back and smash; Zhong Lin hurriedly made a "rhinoceros looking at the moon", and parried back with both hands: "Open!" "Bang" and it collapsed again.

The two of them moved, one against three, all of them were hard-hitting, clanging and ringing, it was a real battle, whoever couldn't stand it would lie down first.

These three times shocked Hou Chunda so much that his nose and eyes were hot, and his eyes were full of golden flowers. But in front of many ordinary people, he refused to admit defeat.

Turning around, he just wanted to attack again, but he didn't expect Zhong Lin's hand to be so fast, he turned defense into offense, grabbed the end of the big stick with both hands and slammed it hard, "woo" Ben Hou Chunda came over.

Hou Chunda couldn't see it well, and he couldn't dodge, so he had to bite the bullet and parry the purple golden gourd. Just listen to the "pop", and the fun comes out:

Hou Chunda didn't have Zhong Lin's strength, but the three blows just now had exhausted him, where could he withstand this smash! As soon as his arms were sore, his legs were weak, he "plopped" and sat on the stage.

However, he still held his two arms, and finally held Zhong Lin's stick in the end.

Zhong Lin's stick was not pulled out, and it was pressed on the purple gold melon. Zhong Lin smiled secretly: Good boy, how is it? Lie down, huh? See if you accept it

Thinking of this, Zhong Lin gathered his strength with both wrists and shouted: "Bah! Hou Chunda, do you admit defeat or not? If you admit defeat and admit your guilt, the master will let you live; If you want to be hard-mouthed, then the young master will be sorry for you! ”

But Hou Chunda, this guy, his father is crying and his mother is really a tough guy. He was not an opponent, and he was still unconvinced, and sneered at Zhong Lin:

"Hehe, Zhong Lin, I can't serve you! What kind of thing are you, a nameless junior, relying on your youth and strength, you didn't pay attention to it and suffered a loss. I won't accept it even if I'm dead! ”

"Good!" Zhong Lin's sword eyebrows were upside down, his tiger's eyes were wide open, his hands were forceful, and he pressed the big stick down: "See if you accept it, hey-" Hou Chunda couldn't support it, Zhong Lin pressed it so hard, how could he stand it?

He tried his best to stand up, his face was red and his neck was thick, his eyes were bulging out, his throat was hot, he felt that his ribs were swollen, and his eyes were black "ouch", and finally he couldn't catch it, how far did the purple gourd throw!

"Plop" lay on the stage, "Poof! A mouthful of blood spurted out, more than six feet high, and splashed all over the platform. Zhong Lin weighed the big stick, had the intention to smash him to death, and thought again:

But if you can tolerate people and tolerate people, why do you have to ask for his life? Thinking of this, he stepped back and put away his stick, and pointed with his hand: "Hou Chunda, this is the end of your bragging." Feed! A few people from the Lotus View came out, carry your pus down to me, and come out with a hard one! ”

Guo Dada is here in the background and looks out! Watching the apprentice and nephew vomit blood! He didn't dare to slack off, so he told the little old Taoists to go out and quickly carry Hou Chunda back to the temple to recuperate and rest.

As soon as Hou Chunda carried it back, one of the thieves shouted: "What a brave Zhonglin!" Chief Gatekeeper, I'm going to clean up this surnamed Zhong! He said, "Wow! ”

Flew up to the front desk, holding the ghost head knife in both hands, and slashed at Zhong Lin with a "bang". Zhong Lin parried with a horizontal stick: "Open!" Kalala knocked his ghost head knife open, turned his hand and pressed the knife again, and at a glance, it turned out to be a fat man.

This guy looks to be in his forties, no more than six feet tall, short and stubby, and has a full beard! In his hand, he has a large ghost-headed knife.

Zhong Lin sneered: "I said which rat you are, the immortal and nameless person under the little master's stick, the frustrated fat man of the secret guy, who are you!" ”

This guy pulled the knife back with a loud bang, and made a "night battle in all directions hidden knife": "Zhong Lin, Lao Tzu Jianghu nicknamed the Golden Tiger, I am Jia Zheng and your Uncle Jia!" ”

Who is Jia Zheng? Jia Zheng was originally a black shopkeeper, and he didn't want to come to Lotus Temple, some time ago, the black point back was seen by Xu Liang, who was about to go back to Kaifeng Mansion, Xu Liang was in a hurry to go back to Kaifeng Mansion, and let him and his wife run away! Why Xu Liang came back late was because of this!

But this Jia Zheng couple had nowhere to go, and when they heard that the lotus flower was swinging the Eight Kings, they came when they smelled it. After I came, I found that there are many talents here, although they are all grass thieves, but they are also divided into three, six, nine and so on!

It's not so easy for them to go up! started today, and said that the first three were infested, and I had to rush forward with this bit of ability, because the further back I go, the stronger the opponent is, and the more difficult it is to fight.

I won't show my face now, and I'll make some contributions! How long will it take! There will be no chance in a while! This Jia Zheng looked at Zhong Linxin and said that you also fought for a while, and it was hard, just come over to pick up the cheap, so you didn't say hello, just shoot!

Zhong Lin smiled: "Oh, you are the golden-headed tiger Jia Zheng, but the master has never heard of it, it seems that you are also a nameless junior!" Jia Zheng, you go back for me and change to someone with a name and a surname. Like you, it's not worth doing it with the master! ”

"Phew! Little doll, your fetal hair has not faded, the milk smell has not dried, and you dare to spit out wild words! You say I'm nameless, and I don't think you're famous. Look at the knives! ”

As he spoke, he slashed eight times in one breath. Zhong Lin dodged left and right, jumped forward and backward, dodged the knife, and said in his heart: Jia Zheng, this kid is vicious enough, you and I have no grievances, why did you do this? It seems that it is not possible to give you some color!

Jia Zheng thought it very well, but he didn't calculate that Zhong Lin was much stronger than him! When Zhong Lin is serious, this Jia Zheng can't stand it, why?

Zhong Lin is a fierce stick sinking! There are no three sticks, Jia Zheng didn't pay attention to the ghost head knife is slashing on the big stick! How far did the "Bing Pong" ghost head knife fly out, and it almost smashed into the ordinary people watching the excitement in the audience!

Frightened the gold-headed tiger, taking advantage of it, this kung fu Zhong Lin made a "autumn wind sweeping away the leaves", and hit him with a stick in the back, if this stick was hit, the gold-headed tiger would be 100% wasted!

The golden-headed tiger shouted "not good" in his heart! If you can't dodge it, you'll be beaten! Quickly stand on your toes, and your figure is a piece taller.

I dodged my waist, but my ass was hit hard, and I only heard "Woo! Syllable! Let Zhong Lin knock him from the front desk to the backstage and fall to the ground.

Jia Zheng put down his feet and tiptoed, or at least half of his body was not protected! It hurts so much that the golden-headed tiger is also crying dad and calling mother!

The group of thieves came several times, and hurriedly went over to help Jia Zheng up, and saw that he was sweating profusely, his complexion was not right, and he screamed in pain.

The people hurriedly took off his pants and saw a purple-blue blood mark on his buttocks, as thick as a rolling pin. It was bruising, and people rushed to find a doctor for treatment.

Anyway, Jia Zheng saved the dog's life, but this crime is not pleasant!

Jia was lying on the ground humming, his wife Zou was very unhappy in her heart, angry, painful and hateful:

The angry husband was embarrassed, and he was hit on the buttocks of the hurting husband, it was too heavy! Hate Zhong Lin for being too ruthless!

Thinking of this, the Zou family held the double knife in his hand, flew up to the front desk, "brushed", and danced a few times in a row: "Junior, Zhong Lin is not coming to die soon!" ”