Walking through layers of ruins, Chu Shishanhe soon came to the inn, this time he did not choose to fly, after all, Na Xiang was too quiet. Chu Shi Shanhe was originally a person who was afraid of trouble, and naturally he was unwilling to do things in a high-profile manner, so it was also a good choice to rush all the way, and because of the continuous war, the people of Xinji City almost did not dare to approach Beicheng, for fear that the half-demon would attack him, which also provided a lot of convenience for Chu Shishanhe.

Returning to the inn, Chu Shishanhe took Zhu He back behind him, raised his hand to erase the blood talisman he had drawn, and hung it on his waist again.

For this black knife Zhu He, Chu Shi Shanhe has always felt weird, as early as Kunlun Ruins Xianzhou, the origin of his knife was recognized, and according to his speculation, he also roughly knew the true body of the old man Tian, but what made Chu Shi Shanhe puzzling was that a king weapon like Zhu He, who followed the decapitation of the black devil to fight in the south and the north, and killed a lifetime, should have already given birth to spiritual wisdom, but no matter what means Chu Shishanhe used, he could not detect Zhu He's spiritual wisdom, compared to some king weapons that were already in the same spirit, Zhu He is more like a shell without soul and life.

In order to explore Zhu He's secret, Chu Shi Shanhe even almost stuffed the soul of the soul clan sealed in his heart into Zhu He, but he was afraid that there would be some accidents Chu Shi Shanhe didn't do that, after all, the current Chu Shi Shanhe is not even a half-step king, how could he surrender a crazy king weapon, so at this time, he had to go to the grass horse farm and ask the old man Tian to know.

Hearing movement outside the door, and at the same time sensing the disappearance of the formation, Chu Xinsu opened the door and came out, and said to Chu Shishanhe, "How is it? It's all settled?"

Chu Shishanhe nodded and said, "Hurry up and pack your things, let's leave now."

As if she had expected it a long time ago, Chu Xinsu patted the sachet-style storage bag on her waist and said, "I have been ready for a long time, and I can leave at any time......

When Chu Xinsu was speaking, it was just Chu Shishanhe who said with a dark face, "What are you doing sneakily, get out!"

As soon as the words fell, directly at the door of the first floor, Wuming scratched his head and walked in with a loveless look.

Seeing the comer, Chu Shishan and He were angry, put his hands on the railing, stared at the comer condescendingly, and said, "Lao Tzu has finished fighting, what do you want to do? Do you still want to fight with me?"

Hearing this, the frightened Wuming quickly shook his head and explained, "No, it's the storyteller who wants to invite you to go out to watch the singing with the Spirit Clan's holy daughter."

"Huh?" Chu Shi Shanhe pretended to be angry and stared at Wuming.

Seeing this scene, Wuming was no longer cowardly, after all, there were more lice and he was not afraid of biting, Wuming arranged in his heart: "Although you are a fierce demon, it is not so easy to kill me Wuming, and that stinky storyteller will definitely not watch me die."

Thinking of this, Wu Ming actually took a few steps forward, stared at Chu Shi Shanhe with his eyes and said, "Of course, you can also go, but the storyteller said that you will definitely not suffer a loss if you go, and it can be regarded as a little compensation for you."

For Wu Ming's sudden gall fat, Chu Shishanhe was a little confused, and sighed secretly in his heart, this guy is not easy to scare, it seems that he will have to find another way to deal with it in the future.

After Chu Shishanhe was silent for a moment, he waved his hand lightly and said, "Go back and tell your family that I will go."

After receiving a positive answer, Wu Ming hugged Chu Shi Shanhe upstairs, and then turned around and left calmly, knowing that he dared to let go of his body when he left the inn, and strode away.

Chu Shishanhe, who noticed this purpose, also laughed dumbly, it turned out that he thought that Wuming that kid was bold, and he said that he was pretending, and this field would have to be found in the future.

At this time, Chu Xinsu walked behind Chu Shishanhe and said, "Xiaoshanhe, let's go quickly, I always have a bad feeling."

Chu Shi Shanhe turned around and said, "It's okay, those half-demons have been slaughtered by me, what danger can we have, wait to see what that guy from the Emperor Yuan Hall wants to do, and we'll leave when it's over."

"Poof, hahahahahaha."

It was only now that Chu Xinsu, who had been tense, noticed Chu Shishanhe's embarrassment and laughed. At this time, Chu Shishan and He were covered in dust, his clothes were tattered, and there was that black black

The face has reached the point where you can't see the facial features as soon as you close your eyes.

Chu Shi Shanhe originally didn't know what Chu Xin Su was laughing at, but when he subconsciously scratched his cheeks, he reacted when he saw his black hands, and looked up to the sky and scolded: "Damn Emperor Yuan Palace's stinky storyteller, damn demon clan!"

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Outside Xinji City, with Zhang Fuzhi's chiseling array, Chang Chun and Zhang Hu were even more powerful, sweeping all the way to the battlefields of East and West Cities.

In fact, when they first received Lin Shaohua's order, they also couldn't believe it, after all, this is a city military power, although most of the combat power of Xinji City has been lost now, but it is still not something that any stranger can drive. But out of trust in Lin Shaohua, Chang Chun, Wang Dong, and Zhang Hu still chose to believe.

Wang Dong, who needs to sit on the battlefield in Beicheng, continues to pursue and clean up the remnants of the half-demons, Chang Chun and Zhang Hu led the troops to follow Zhang Fuzhi to help the battlefield of the two cities, in fact, this is said to be Zhang Fuzhi leading the army to help, but it is better to say that Zhang Fuzhi is the only show, often before he arrives on the battlefield, Zhang Fuzhi has already punched and killed, and he can beat seven or eight half-demons with a single punch, and the soldiers led by Chang Chun and Zhang Hu are more like picking up people's heads in the back, with Zhang Fuzhi charging in front, the two of them almost did not encounter any decent resistance, Right now, in addition to rushing frantically, he just stabbed a sword and killed the half-demon pawn on the ground who couldn't move.

In fact, the battlefield of the east and west cities is much better than that of the north city, after all, the half-demon Ding Lai almost pressed most of the main forces of the Heaven-shattering Gang to the north city battlefield, and what the east and west cities did was only to contain the guards of the two city gates, so as to reduce the pressure on the north city. Soon, under the leadership of Zhang Fuzhi, the battlefields of the east and west cities were cleaned as neatly as the autumn wind swept the leaves.

In his opinion, although Chu Shishanhe's techniques are good-looking and fancy enough, they are still monks' means after all, but what kind of northern patrol envoy invited by General Lin is different, that one move and one style are all fists to the flesh, and they can't be fake, plus Zhang Fuzhi and Zhang Hu are both surnamed Zhang, maybe thousands of years ago it was still a family, according to the generation, I have to call this northern patrol envoy a big brother.

Of course, for Zhang Hu's careful thoughts, Chang Chun has not yet reached the point where he can joke by the way, so he had to turn his head and pretend that he didn't see anything.

After another punch smashed the chest of a half-demon, Zhang Fuzhi patted the bloodstained hand and said to the two people, "Okay, I'll leave the rest to you, I'll go into the city."

Chang Chun and Zhang Hu hurriedly clasped their fists and responded, "Yes, my lord."

Zhang Fuzhi nodded, and rushed to the city in one step.