Wuming gritted his teeth and pulled out his body from the wall one by one in embarrassment, stood up and patted the dust on his body quietly.

Chu Xinsu didn't care about this guy who didn't seem to be very smart, just wandering around here, rummaging around, looking around, looking around, trying to find the little mountain and river that secretly ran out to fight.

Seeing Chu Xinsu's back to him, Wuming quickly rubbed his chest with his teeth and used spiritual power to remove the pain in his chest, and when the chest pain gradually eased by half, Wuming walked behind Chu Xinsu with a frivolous step. After following her to look through a few places, she took the initiative to say, "It turned out that I saw that devil...... Demon people... Demon people. After feeling Chu Xinsu's eyes that wanted to kill, Wu Ming quickly changed his words: "In addition to that demon race, there is also a human race, they said a few words..., and then, then, I accidentally slept... Yes, asleep. ”

Chu Xinsu rolled her eyes helplessly and complained: "You were knocked unconscious." ”

"Dog..."Wu Ming blurted out, and then suddenly remembered that the storyteller of that dog day said that this little girl seems to be the sister of Chu Madman. Thinking of this, Wuming couldn't wait to slap himself, but fortunately, the word 'fart' didn't come out.

Chu Xinsu narrowed his eyes, looked at Wu Ming sharply, and asked, "What is the dog?" ”

"Dog, enough, how can I say it." Wuming said with a haha: "I was drunk, and the wine was surging, so I shouldn't have stood up before I got drunk." ”

"Oh." Looking at this guy who was a little embarrassed, but still clean and didn't smell of alcohol, Chu Xinsu obviously didn't continue to reveal his interest, anyway, no matter what he asked, the answer of the guy with an abnormal brain must be very speechless.

Unsullied world

Zhushi Shanhe, Mr. Storyteller, and Zhang Fuzhi attacked each other, and they won and lost each other. Under the deliberate pull of the masters, the storyteller who originally wanted to use spells and talismans to fight against him had already been pulled into the sequence of hand-to-hand combat. In the midst of the high-intensity battle, Zhang Fu's jacket, who was born as a martial artist, had already exploded, the body of the master Shanhe was tattered, and even the robe of the storyteller, who paid the most attention to etiquette, was crumpled and covered with dust.

Zhushi Shanhe kicked Mr. Storyteller in the abdomen suddenly, but was blocked by a sword. Zhushi Shanhe dodged on his back, and a cold and domineering fist flew over his cheeks, naked, and Zhang Fuzhi, who was bursting with green muscles, had been killed in a blink of an eye.

"Damn, you hit him! What are you doing beating me. Zhushi Shanhe supported the strength of the upside down, withdrew instantly, fell to the ground, and then rolled Zhu He's side against his body frantically, only to dodge Zhang Fuzhi's horizontal kick.

Zhang Fuyi's foot missed, and then he spun out on tiptoe, and swept his fist towards the storyteller who won the kick of the masters. Mr. Storyteller hurriedly swept over with a sword, and collided with Zhang Fuzhi's punch, and with a crisp sound, a little fire shot out.

After the masters rolled out of the danger zone, a carp stood up, and then scolded and said: "It's really boring to fight with you martial artists on a dog day, and the result is a fucking wrestling in the mud." ”

Mr. Storyteller, who rarely spoke after making a move, couldn't help but complain: "How much better do you think you can be." ”

After all, someone once grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it in his face. took a knife to lift up a large piece of land, and then in mid-air, he directly exploded with spiritual power, causing the three of them to be drenched in a rain of earth ....... Compared with him, the gravel and dust inadvertently wrapped in Zhang Fuzhi's fist are all drizzle.

The mountains and rivers of the teachers were speechless for a while, as if they really couldn't quibble.

"The Sea of Qi Snow Mountain." The six wings of the back of the mountains and rivers of the masters spread out and flew into the sky, and a pair of big hands first appeared behind them, and then the torso of the upper body appeared, although the torso was a little blurred, but it was always substantial.

As early as Kunlun Xuxian Prefecture, when Tai'an Mountain, the mountains and rivers of the masters had manifested, and the three princes of the true dragon clan and the demon clan Chilin Jun manifested a dragon and a python to compete with each other.

Even if he is the jade son of the first eight sons of the demon clan, he can only manifest two arms after cultivating for more than ten years, without him, because the human form is the most suitable for the way of heaven, and it is also the most difficult to cultivate. Most of the Qi Sea Snow Mountains of the Hundred Clans take the path of first practicing the ontology of their own clan, and then turning into a human form, such as the dragon rebellion and the Red Lin Jun, and when they cultivate to the Nine Realms, they transform into a human form, and then merge with the Tao, and finally achieve the body of an immortal king.

And his masters of the mountains and rivers directly crossed the road of the transformation body of the Qi Sea Snow Mountain, and directly cultivated the human form, this is not impossible, the road is difficult to walk. Otherwise, what everyone saw on Natai'an would not be a tug-of-war between the three males winning and losing, but a scene in which the six-winged demon bird who took the lead completely abused the red python and overwhelmed the golden dragon.

You must know that the ancestor of the Masters Mountains and Rivers Winged Demon Clan is a six-winged celestial bird, and the birds are born to restrain snakes and the like, even dragons.

"What does he want to do?"

Mr. Storyteller and Zhang Fuzhi couldn't help but become vigilant, although the real combat power of the three of them was different from what they showed at the moment, but at least at this moment, it was indeed a balanced situation that restrained each other, of course, it was not difficult to break it, as long as someone's hand trembled.

The two who were originally fighting instantly touched each other's palms, and then quickly retreated. The storyteller pinched the sword trick with one hand, and hundreds of shining yellow paper talismans of different colors appeared on both sides of his side again, and the spearhead pointed directly at the mountains and rivers of the heavens.

And Zhang Fuzhi also pulled out the quaint boxing, the figure was erratic, every time he was in a trance, there was a soldier wearing armor appeared, from the chaos gradually clear, there were more than ten people in just one breath, those people or knife, or holding a sword, or holding a spear, different weapons, the same spear pointed to the sky, aimed at the mountains and rivers of the divisions.

"Let's fight!" The mountains and rivers of the masters swept down from a height of hundreds of zhang, and two huge arms were raised high, and their hands were like hooks, wanting to hammer the earth angrily.

The storyteller, who was dressed in a white robe and slightly dirty, did not move in the hurricane that was wrapped down from top to bottom, his clothes were hunting, and he spit out the word "urgent" in his mouth. Behind him, hundreds of yellow paper talismans shot into the air like arrows.

Zhang Fuzhi didn't speak, just threw a punch upward, and there were already more than 100 armor soldiers behind him, and they burst into a shout 'Fight!' 'Soaring.

Who knows, a smear of black ash appeared on the hands of the masters, like a child learning words, losing his mind when he lifted the pen, and a drop of ink fell down the pen and fell on the paper that had become a little messy because of the practice of words, which was not harmful but extremely conspicuous.

The black and gray ink dissipated, and when he looked at it again, Zhushi Shanhe held a huge earth and stone with a diameter of nearly seventy or eighty zhang with both hands, and with a wave of his right hand, the two huge palms behind him smashed the earth and stone that was holding down, and at the same time, the six wings behind Zhushi Shanhe suddenly exerted force, dragging Zhushi Shanhe to quickly sweep out.

In just a short moment, the talisman, iron armor, and earth and stone had collided together, and a muffled thunder sounded, and the earth and stone had been blasted into dust, and they fell down one after another.

Zhang Fuzhi frowned and said, "Avenue rules? This sentence seems to be talking to himself, but it is a storyteller who asks.

And the storyteller replied inexplicably: "It's a lot of rain." ”