The Mai scholar, who called himself Zhang Fuzhi, smiled brightly and did not continue to speak.

"Hunting in the Northern Frontier." Zhushi Shanhe repeated, the official position in Zhang Fuzhi's mouth. Zhang Fuzhi only nodded slightly after hearing this, and didn't say anything.

Patrolling is no stranger to Zhushi Shanhe, who was born into a princely family and has great authority. As the son-in-law of the Winged Demon Clan, the masters of the mountains and rivers have learned a lot, and the official position is naturally not a problem. However, the position of patrol hunting in the demon clan has always been a hot potato, and even the masters of the half-king realm dare not take it over easily.

The masters silently said a word in their hearts: 'Ten rounds and nine deaths'

The demons have always emphasized force over etiquette, and the tribes and the strong green forest are simply a big drama where you sing and come to the stage, and the private land under their names is countless, but a guy who patrols the king and surveys the land and makes a book is undoubtedly stabbed in their money bags, how can this kind of person survive.

Of course, this is just a demon race, in the three years of Daming City, Zhushi Shanhe has seen the human race patrol, it can be called a prince in person, at that time, the old man Tian stood in front of the dilapidated wooden fence and patted the head of Zhushi Shanhe and said: "The world is very big, don't always stay in one place, think that is the world." ”

Wuming suddenly asked, "What is patrolling?" ”

Even Zhang Fuzhi, who had been pretending to be deep, couldn't hold back a little, so he could only explain: ""Confession" cloud: 'The king is suitable for the princes, and he is called patrolling. Hunters, patrols. ”

However, Wuming was still puzzled.

In the end, it was the storyteller who was the most familiar with the temperament of the three people on this street: "It is similar to the duties of the 'hunter' of the Emperor Yuan Palace. ”

Hearing this, Wu Ming suddenly realized.

However, Zhang Fuzhi, who was originally slumped but gentle, suddenly snorted coldly: "Hunter? What is it? ”

Hearing this, Zhushi Shanhe patted his buttocks, breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked up at the gray sky, overjoyed.

The storyteller also responded unceremoniously: "Hunter, where the emperor is, patrol the world, conquer the world." ”

Hearing this, Chu Shishanhe took two steps back, and sat back on the roof silently. Chu Shishanhe hung this leg, and his right hand held his chin and grinded carefully. What's wrong with you, a storyteller, how dare you talk to the Terrans about this? What about the great offering of the Emperor Yuan Palace, it is not honest and soft on the Shifang Pavilion.

As soon as he thought of this, Chu Shishanhe's back was a little cold, after all, at that time, his own one and half of his senior brother teamed up to almost leave his cheap junior brother somewhere, it was really incompetent and incompetent.

"Conquer the world, conquer the world?" Zhang Fuzhi said coldly: "Your Emperor Yuan Hall sealed it yourself, right?" ”

"Old rotten! What do you mean, put your mouth clean for me, the hunter of the Emperor Yuan Hall is also you......" Before Wuming finished speaking, a cyan figure rushed like thunder, and collided with Wuming with a huge roar, but in an instant, the cyan figure rushed away with Wuming, until it hit the wall, and the two stopped.

Wu Ming sat on the ground with his back against the wall that cracked and shattered like a spider's web, his head slanted, his eyes turned white, and he passed out directly, and standing in front of him was the self-proclaimed good-tempered scholar.

Because the wall that the two of them hit was the one under Chu Shishanhe's buttocks, at the moment when Wuming hit the wall, Chu Shishanhe had actually jumped away and fell back to the ground, and at that moment I just saw Wuming who had passed out and Zhang Fuzhi who was full of crackling thunder and lightning.

Chu Shishanhe, who was more than ten steps away from Mr. Storyteller, but always paid attention to Mr. Storyteller's expression, also discovered Mr. Storyteller's momentary distraction.

In fact, Chu Shi Shanhe was also a little disappointed, because he had seen Wu Ming's shot with his own eyes, it stands to reason that Wu Ming's skills would never lose so cleanly and thoroughly, even if Chu Shi Shanhe did it himself, it would never be possible to do it so cleanly.

Boom! There was another loud bang, and a black straight knife as long as an arm slashed directly at the storyteller's arms.

Mr. Storyteller's arms were as white as jade, colliding with the black Zhu He, and the flames were splashing. Just for a moment, Mr. Storyteller reacted, and his crossed hands quickly pinched the trick, and suddenly dozens of golden light talismans appeared out of thin air in front of Chu Shishanhe's face, rushing towards Chu Shishanhe.

Chu Shi Shanhe left a little foot, and his whole body suddenly spun in the air, dodging the first few Dao runes, and at the same time, the blade rotated on Mr. Storyteller's pair of crossed defensive arms, stirring up countless sparks.

Without waiting for Mr. Storyteller to pinch the trick again, Chu Shi Shanhe bent his right hand with the knife, and after leaning forward and smiling at Mr. Storyteller, his right hand suddenly straightened, and his whole body was ejected like a bow and arrow. At the same time, Chu Shi Shanhe did not forget to sweep the horizontal sword, and the sword light burst out and collided with those talismans and burst open.

Dozens of talismans detonated out of thin air, like fireworks that exploded in the sky at night, and thunder and flames burst out in all directions.

The storyteller snorted coldly, and the gorgeous talisman dissipated.

After Chu Shishan and River landed, he beat his chest and feet, eager to give himself a big mouth, and blamed himself for the moment of distraction, and missed the opportunity to solve all the problems in vain.

In fact, from Zhang Fuzhi's violent injury to Chu Shi's failed sneak attack and return, in fact, it was only a few breaths, without him, the three of them were too fast.

"Chu Shi Shanhe." The storyteller spoke indifferently, and there seemed to be a hint of anger in his words.

Chu Shi Shanhe hurriedly smiled and said: "Mr. Zhang, I have long been tired of seeing the people of their Emperor Yuan Hall bullying people, thinking that you have solved the small one, I will help you cut the old one, and cheer you on, who wants to be the old one, the old Wang Ba, really has some ability." ”

"Chu Shi Shanhe!" Mr. Storyteller snorted coldly again, and the golden light of his right hand pinched between his fingers, crackling.

"The demon people are from Northern Xinjiang, does it feel appropriate for you to say this here?" Zhang Fuzhi didn't give Chu Shishanhe a chance to hug his thighs, and kindly reminded: "What you have buried under your feet are the bones of countless heroic spirits when my human race resisted your demon invasion. ”

Chu Shishanhe continued to smile and said: "Woe to children and grandchildren, it's all the business of the previous generation, I haven't been on the battlefield since I was young, we can still be friends." ”

Zhang Fuzhi laughed directly: "Although what you said, this is a family and a country, not a personal grudge, I, Zhang Fuzhi, am just an ordinary person and am not qualified to forgive you for my ancestors." Of course, it is said that it is a family and a country, and we are still welcome if you come as a guest, but if you draw a sword......

Hearing this, Chu Shishanhe hurriedly withdrew the knife in his hand from the scabbard.

"Then we are still enemies, and there is usually only one solution to our enemies." Zhang Fuzhi stretched out two fingers and said lightly: "Fight to the death!" Then he stretched out two more fingers: "Till death rests!" ”