It hurts, it hurts.

As soon as I kicked it out, I couldn't feel the presence of the instep anymore.

But it also made him unstable, and he hurriedly returned to the defense with both hands, and in the face of the advantage, I immediately gave up the attack, turned around and ran back.

From now on, he's in my rhythm.

In other words, although his attack is fierce, his routine has been disrupted by my feints several times, and now he can only be led.

I have to say that the routines used by professional players are really good!

He has a big ghost on him, and if he fights for a long time, I don't have an advantage at all.

But no matter what kind of invitation to God, it will slowly decay, what I want to do is to avoid its edge, and consume it until the fat Taoist oil runs out!

I ran in front, the fat Taoist priest chased behind, I glanced back with my peripheral vision, and the force of his running was no less than that of a heavy truck.

Seeing that there was a dead end in front of me, I accelerated my legs a little more.

It wasn't until the wall was less than half a meter away from me that I turned around sharply, flew to the wall with one foot, and flipped over the top of the fat Taoist priest's head with the force of the rebound.

And he couldn't control his speed at all, and hit his head against the wall.

"Boom."

I never thought that a man could smash a concrete wall.

The fat Taoist smashed his head against the wall, and his own inertia made him unable to contain it at all, and rolled down the dirt slope.

The Taoist temple was originally built at the foot of the mountain, and in order to prevent water accumulation in the rainy season, I specially built a drainage canal around the temple.

This ditch is about 1.5 meters long, and I followed the traces of him flying out, and only saw one of the fat Taoist shoes.

I squinted and saw that there were still a few unopened bags of cement in the corner, so I picked up the shovel, cut open the cement bags, and poured them into the canal.

It doesn't matter if you are a human or a ghost, Lao Tzu buried you today!

It is worthy of having a big ghost to protect the body, and in a few seconds, the fat Taoist priest was stunned and rose from the drain.

The cement pounced on him, and there were a few wild grass and branches mixed with his body, not to mention how embarrassed he was.

I laughed, "You're like a big gray mouse!"

After scolding, I turned around and ran.

In one night, the two of us were comparable to triathlons, climbing over walls and trees, jumping into rivers and drilling holes, and nothing fell behind.

When the sky was bright, I obviously felt that the speed of the fat Taoist priest was slowing down.

To be honest, I admire him.

Asking God is a very physically demanding job, and some younger brothers who have debuted for many years have been reinstated by the old fairy once, and it will take several days to recover.

As I roughly calculated, it had been almost ten hours since he had asked God.

Aside from anything else, his ability is basically unsurpassed.

He dragged until the sky turned white, and his steps began to drag.

It's time for the fire, it's time to turn the pot!

I bent and jumped straight to the pillar, and after a few circles, I turned around and drew my katana, and a standard cross-cut went straight to his stomach.

The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and this is not nonsense.

He's exhausted to this point, but he still bounces me out.

"Hah!"

The fat Taoist priest bent his knees, and before I could get up, a Mount Tai pressed the top directly on my knees.

I wanted to call my mother when it hurt this time, but he didn't give me a chance at all, and his big hand like iron tongs pinched my neck directly.

"You still didn't make it to the end."

As he spoke, he looked up at the main hall, "Here, it's mine."

By this time, he had raised his fist with a bowl and bowl.

The crimson ghost head instantly shifted and wrapped around his hand.

"Let's hit the road!"

The wind from my fist was already blowing in my face, and I could only raise my arms and prepare for a hard blow.

"Boom!"

What I didn't expect was that the fist didn't land on my face at all, but made a muffled sound.

"Click."

When I opened my eyes, a flaky object about the size of a leaf had fallen on me.

It's a tortoiseshell!

Uncle Chen is helping in secret!

The fat Taoist priest's face was incredulous, and I also saw a crack on the grimace at this time.

For a moment, my head felt like conducting electricity, and I immediately picked up the katana in my hand.

"Hey!"

The knife was stabbed right in the grimace. Cracks the size of fingernails are instantly enlarged.

What surprised me even more was that the tip of the knife was able to pierce into it!

Last night, that grimace was like an impregnable wall, and it was hard to leave a mark, let alone get into it.

Now that it has taken a night, the fat Taoist priest is physically exhausted, and with the help of Chen Bo with tortoise shells and the sharpness of the katana, this can be regarded as breaking a slight gap.

At this time, I can also be sure that the fat Taoist priest invited is definitely not a ghost.

In other words, if a ghost can have such a ability, it is also a ghost fairy!