In fact, this thing itself reveals the weirdness, a picture scroll is spread, the three people who carry the pen have put down the pen and then put the pen, it stands to reason that since the pen is on the paper, it is the rules of denial that cannot be changed in black and white, but the guy in the sky is really lifting the pen again, altering and wiping in one go. In fact, even if he personally borrowed a page from the white paper cave, the storyteller of the world would not dare to say that it could be like this. That's why Zhang Fuzhi asked rhetorically.

Originally, I wanted to wait until the dust cleared before going down to see the mud monkeys, and the mountains and rivers of Zhushi flew slowly around the huge and long-lasting cloud of dust, but a figure suddenly crossed out of the dust, and one hand grabbed the unprepared Zhushi mountains and rivers like iron tongs, and stomped on the void with both feet, and the two of them smashed into the dust one after the other like meteorites.

"Zhang Fuzhi of the dog day, what the hell are you pulling me for?" After seeing the person who was dragging him, Zhushi Shanhe scolded directly, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was poured a mouthful of dust, which made Zhushi Shanhe cough more than dry.

Zhushi Shanhe turned around, stepped on his feet with strength, kicked Zhang Fuzhi in the stomach, and at the same time grabbed Zhang Fuzhi's arm that clamped his collar with both hands, and his body was like a full bow. At the same time, he was still chattering: "Holy shit, do you fight like this." ”

After saying that, Zhushi Shanhe suddenly exerted force with his feet, but in an instant, the two of them directly flipped over, wanting to smash Zhang Fuzhi down, but Zhang Fuzhi did not move like a thousand catties of boulders, and the two kept flipping in the air a few times, and Zhushi Shanhe didn't throw the guy who was like a dogskin plaster, so he had to drag him into free fall.

With a loud bang, Chu Shi Shanhe smashed into the earth like an upside-down onion, and after a series of battles, although it showed that the inside of the potholes was extremely tight, almost comparable to the iron and stone, the ground was directly blasted out of a big hole, and the powerful impact force directly made Chu Shishan River half of his body plunge into the soil. Not far away, Zhang Fuzhi also successfully landed, but when his footsteps landed, he took two steps backwards in a row before he completely stabilized his body, and at the same time his right hand rubbed his chest vigorously, and a purple-red fist mark was revealed between his fingers.

In the distance, a talisman is suspended above the head, with a three-zhang divine light to protect the body from dust, one hand is negative, and the other hand is holding a three-foot Qingfeng, as if the world is independent, the corners of the mouth of the handsome storyteller can't help but rise, just to watch a harmless infighting.

In fact, in the final analysis, Chu Shishanhe and Zhang Fuzhi are hard-working people who can barely be counted together, and they are scoundrels and hooligans who have nothing to do, but these two obviously do not have the same mind, otherwise most of the people who eat soil now are themselves, there is no way who can call themselves to choose their positions well, the border between the human and demon races, they don't fight, who fights?

As early as the moment when he just landed, Zhang Fuzhi's right foot stepped back and shattered the void, pulling Chu Shishanhe's shoulder with one hand, and his arm smashed down like a full bow, directly inlaying Chu Shishanhe into the ground. And Chu Shishanhe returned the punch and slammed it into Zhang Fuzhi's chest, smashing him back dozens of meters before stopping his pace.

In this fight, Chu Shishanhe was the most depressed, and Zhang Fuzhi suffered the most.

Half of his body was embedded in the ground, and only one hand and two legs were swaying outside, Chu Shishanhe, stubbornly drew out a middle finger, and stretched forward, left, and right, although the amplitude was not large. Compared with despising others, it is actually more like Chu Shishanhe being beaten to cramps, but fortunately, Chu Shishanhe feels that his bold spirit is in place, and it doesn't matter if anything else.

"Are you still fighting?" Mr. Storyteller raised his right hand against his abdomen and waved it gently, and a hurricane suddenly rose from the direction of the palm of his hand, blowing away the huge dust mass of nearly 100 meters of the house.

Chu Shishanhe, who only relied on two legs and one hand to sense the external movement, suddenly exerted his strength and jumped out of the soil, his upper body clothes were tattered, and his face and hair were full of soil, and he was extremely depressed.

Zhang Fuzhi rubbed his chest and grinned and didn't speak, but the fierce and incomparable majestic fist intent on his body gradually restrained.

Seeing Zhang Fuzhi's reflection, he scolded Chu Shishanhe, who was miserable just now, and said, "What? You said that if you don't fight, you won't fight? Before he finished speaking, Chu Shishanhe had already made a move, and a rapid step rushed towards Zhang Fuzhi like black lightning.

No matter how quickly Zhang Fuzhi's reaction was, he barely put out half a fist frame under Chu Shishanhe's rogue sneak attack, and a majestic fist intent surged out again, but he still had no chance to deliver even half a punch, so he could only let Chu Shishanhe knock himself away.

After the sneak attack was successful, Chu Shishanhe suddenly stood still like a needle in the sea, and at the same time grabbed Zhang Fuzhi who was hanging in the air by himself with his right hand, turned around, and suddenly exerted force, forcibly changed the direction of Zhang Fuzhi's backward sweep, and smashed it towards Mr. Storyteller.

With a chance to react, Zhang Fuzhi quickly adjusted his body and smashed into the position where the storyteller was standing, although the movement was very large, fortunately, Zhang Fuzhi also landed smoothly. And the storyteller, who has been paying close attention to the situation, has long avoided and stood farther away, hunting in brocade clothes, smiling warmly, so that he has a peach blossom face and a spring breeze.

Just when Chu Shishanhe was about to make a move again, the heavy dark clouds above his head rolled rapidly and continued to fall, as if the sky was falling. Just when the three of them looked up, there was a sudden loud muffled sound, from top to bottom, from east to west like a knife, the sky collapsed, the world was divided into two, and the ground suddenly collapsed and fell a hundred feet. The width from north to south is also hundreds of zhang.

And the three of them are all within the scope of the collapse, even the storyteller who is worthy of half of the world's name on this page is a rapid decline with a puzzled face.

"Storyteller!" Zhang Fuzhi kept bouncing back and forth between the huge falling rubble, and his figure continued to rise, and finally jumped onto the ground that was no different from the cliff.

Among them, the most relaxed is the mountains and rivers of Chu Shi, with wings spread behind him, suspended in mid-air, and when all the dust settles, he looks up and sees that the huge moat in the east-west direction is really impossible to see.

Outside the sky of a blank page, Chu Yusu, who had just come out of the noodle restaurant and didn't find Chu Shishanhe, pouted, his face full of displeasure. Seeing this scene, Wu Ming hurriedly greeted him, but accidentally stepped on the page on the street full of things like ghost drawings.

Wu Ming raised his foot with a disgusted face and tore it off, the panicked people of the thieves besieging the city fled frantically, except for the yellow and white things and food wrapped in and carried, most of the others were discarded casually, there was everything on the road, and no one cared about an ordinary piece of paper.

Just when Wuming wanted to throw away the piece of paper, he suddenly found that there were black dots on the paper that looked like ghost drawings, as if the ghost had drawn a pen.

Wu Ming's eyes stared, and he couldn't help but be a little suspicious, how to look at these three small black dots like three people.

Suddenly, a foot appeared out of thin air and stepped directly on the nameless door.

This kick was really powerful, and he directly kicked Wuming's facial features to distort, only to hear Wuming's mouth spit out "Lie down... Groove...", when Chu Xinsu came back to his senses, he had already fallen upside down, and climbed back into the wall.