"You want to run too?" The mountains and rivers of the masters fought and retreated, and they had already come to the side of the storyteller in just a few calls.

Zhang Fuzhi's fist was like the wind, and it quickly hit the storyteller's face.

Mr. Storyteller held the white jade folding fan in his hand and did not retreat but approached, and after avoiding Zhang Fuzhi's punch with a slight side face, the white jade folding fan swept towards the abdomen of the masters.

The mountains and rivers of the divisions who fought back and forth with Zhang Fuzhi had no time to dodge the sudden attack, so they could only quickly condense their luck and resist that blow.

'Boom'

As soon as a loud thunder exploded, the mountains and rivers of all divisions were smashed upside down and flew out. Zhushi Shanhe was like a plowshare, tearing a huge hole in the bluestone ground, but fortunately, Zhushi Shanhe braked in time to not hit the crumbling and broken wall.

"Damn, you stinky storyteller, it's really poisonous." Zhushi Shanhe used his right hand to hold Zhu He, covered his stomach with his left hand, and gritted his teeth in pain: "You definitely don't have a fart eye when you give birth to a child." ”

Mr. Storyteller dodged Zhang Fu's punch sideways, and responded: "Emperor Yuan Palace Law, worship for life and never marry"

Zhushi Shanhe scolded and stood up: "Then you will definitely not be worthy of worship in this life." After scolding, Zhushi Shanhe wanted to continue to run forward and take out the knife, but the afterglow swept to the broken stone chips all over the ground around him, and looked at the two people who were killing him and quickly stopped.

"Wait, wait, wait."

After Zhang Fuzhi and Mr. Storyteller exchanged punches, the two quickly distanced themselves with that mutual strength, and when the two landed, they presented a three-legged situation.

At this time, Zhang Fuzhi found that after the chaotic battle just now, the wall behind Zhushi Shanhe had already been shattered, and Zhang Fuzhi was suddenly furious: "Zhushi Shanhe !! ”

Zhushi Shanhe instantly understood the reason for Zhang Fuzhi's anger, and felt stopped: "Hey, hey, you can see clearly, this wall was hammered by you, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

Sure enough, at the core of the walls that looked like spider webs cracked was the Wuming who was still unconscious.

Zhang Fuzhi was speechless for a while, and before the mountains and rivers of the teachers could take a breath, Zhang Fuzhi was furious again, pointing at the mountains and rivers of the teachers and scolding angrily: "If it weren't for you, would they come, how could I punch if they didn't come." ”

Zhushi Shanhe almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood, so he could only say helplessly: "Big brother, you can be reasonable." ”

Mr. Storyteller unfolded the white jade folding fan and waved it gently: "Don't fight?" ”

"Why don't you fight?" Zhushi Shanhe tilted his head and knocked on his skull, and then pointed a knife at Mr. Storyteller: "Grandpa doesn't hammer your brain, it's hard to understand the anger in my heart." ”

After saying this, Zhushi Shanhe turned his head and covered his mouth and said to Zhang Fuzhi: "Let's join forces, your wall was damaged by the people in his Emperor Yuan Palace." ”

Zhang Fuzhi snorted coldly: "Can I run you?" ”

"Hit, then continue."

Zhang Fuzhi pulled the fist again, and Mr. Storyteller also closed the folding fan and slowly tapped his palm.

His eyes were sharp, and he stared at the other two quietly.

Zhushi Shanhe hurriedly waved his hand: "Stop, stop, stop...... Why don't we go out and fight? Everyone can't show it here, and if they accidentally hit a tile, this fight can't be finished, after all, Zhang Fuzhi even wants to slap himself twice. ”

Zhang Fuzhi was already at a loss, and he didn't want to say anything, so he could only snort coldly.

Mr. Storyteller gently rubbed the natural lines on the fan bone with his thumb, and squinted: "Are you still afraid of this?" Half a year ago, in Naxiongguan City, half of the city was destroyed by you. ”

When Zhang Fuyi heard this, he was furious, his right hand raised his palm high and pinched it, and suddenly the thunder and lightning were entangled like countless tiny white snakes flying, crackling and exploding sounds, and at the same time, he shouted angrily in his mouth: "Devil! ”

At this moment, Zhushi Shanhe hurriedly took a few steps back, and raised his hands slightly in a defensive state, this is not like a joke, if he is not careful, Zhang Fuzhi's slap is really on his head, and the fun is really big enough.

"Mr. Zhang, don't make trouble, don't make trouble, you put down the slap first." As he spoke, the mountains and rivers of the masters also pushed back, intentionally or unintentionally, getting closer and closer to the unconscious Wuming who had passed out.

The storyteller's eyes were confused, and the small movements in his hands also stopped, ready to shoot at any time.

Zhang Fuzhi was not a fool, his right hand was slowly withdrawn, and the thunder mass that was as dazzling as the stars of the day also slowly dissipated. The mouth was constantly scolding: "The devil who has suffered a thousand cuts." ”

Zhang Fuzhi knew that as long as he dared to make a move, the mountains and rivers of the masters would retreat instantly, and at the same time raise the unconscious and defenseless Wuming, of course, his purpose was naturally not to borrow a knife to kill, but to force Mr. Storyteller to make a move, after all, he would die together, so lively.

"It's shameless enough." The storyteller said lightly.

Seeing that Zhang Fuzhi put down his palm, the teachers who no longer retreated and said to the storyteller: "It's a false praise." ”

The white jade folding fan in the storyteller's hand opened, and the fan flew up. He really couldn't understand why the old man of the "Thirteen Classics", which contained the essence of the thirteen Confucian works, handed it over to this fool.

Seeing that Mr. Storyteller was not ready to answer, Zhushi Shanhe turned his head to Zhang Fuzhi and said: "Fuzhi, there is something you have to understand, the matter in Xiongguancheng is that someone is doing a game to kill me, I can only fight with him, there is no way." He pointed to the storyteller: "This time this guy with a sick brain wants to mess with me, and I just want to leave, or you can discuss with him, you two fight, let me go?" Seeing that Zhang Fuzhi was unwilling to take care of himself, the masters said awe-inspiringly: "I hate this evil demon, of course I can't let you fight alone, so let's fight side by side and take down this guy together." ”

Zhang Fuzhi said helplessly: "Aren't you an evil demon yourself?" It's still the kind of bloodline in the demon race. ”

Zhushi Shanhe coughed a few times, and said with an embarrassed smile: "I've lived in the human race for too long, and I'm used to it, I'm sorry." ”

Zhang Fuzhi no longer cares about this guy who doesn't have a good brain.

"Why don't we go out and fight? I look at the outside of the north gate, it's pretty good, kill a few more bandits, and the problem will be solved? Zhushi Shanhe proposed.

After Zhang Fuzhi pondered for a moment, he patted his somewhat wrinkled clothes, why don't you eat a piece of noodles?

Don't say yes? Mr. Storyteller was suddenly shocked, he didn't expect Zhang Fuzhi to choose to divert the topic, because as long as Zhang Fuzhi agreed to go to the north of the city to fight, the mountains and rivers of the teachers would definitely run, and the horns of the singing opera were all gone, and the one he built was naturally useless, and at the same time, the rest of Xinji City was just a small trouble.

The storyteller closed the fan again and said, "I have a place to go." ”

"Stinky storyteller!" Zhu Shi Shanhe pointed his fingers, paced towards Mr. Storyteller, and at the same time scolded and scolded: "Stinky storyteller, can't you be honest, so that everyone feels good, you have to swish to find guilt, believe it or not, you taboo grandpa punched you ......"

The storyteller silently pulled out a piece of paper from his loosened snow-white sleeves.

At this time, Zhushi Shanhe had already approached Mr. Storyteller, pointed to the snow-white paper and said, "Your kid's brain is really twitching, do you want us to fight here?" ”

"Blessed land of white paper?" Zhang Fuzhi said.

The storyteller nodded, not denying it.

"Blessed land of white paper?" Zhushi Shanhe leaped away, swept away, and sat on this cracked wall: "You kid don't want to trick me into going to the Emperor Yuan Palace." ”

The storyteller shook the paper and said, "It's just a piece of paper, but it's just a thousand miles of Sumeru space, and I want to leave the world." ”