"Poof!"

The big battle between Fan Yong and Lu Wujian is really upside down! And just when Lu Wuzhong was trying his best to deal with Fan Yong, a bone whip suddenly appeared out of thin air, piercing Lu Wu's body for life!

"It's you?!"

Lu Wuzhong turned his head with difficulty, looking at a skeleton face, Chu Zai didn't know when he actually arrived here, and when Lu Wuzhong was fighting against Fanyong, the sneak attack was successful!

"You guys!"

Lu Wuzhong's unwilling voice gradually fell, and his wide eyes were full of unwillingness!

Chu Zai's sunken eye sockets were faintly green. The ghostly light on the bone whip was victorious, Lu Wuxuan's body gradually dried up, the breath on Chu Zai's body soared, the rickety's body gradually stood up, the withered body was gradually filled with vitality, a skeleton's face was gradually filled with flesh and blood, and a green silk on the bald head grew like spring grass and floated behind him.

"Master of the Fanjia family!"

The breath on Chu Zai's body was slowly restrained, and the light in his eyes flashed, standing far away from Fan Yong.

"The master of the Chu family has a good means! It's no wonder that in the Yuan Valley, count your old people who live the longest! ”

Fan Yong looked vigilant and suppressed the horror in his heart.

"There is a change in the ruins, the divine beast has appeared, and I have the slave marks of the four great families of the Yuan Valley, in addition to activating the Beast Emperor's pen through the divine decision. Maybe there will be a bigger turnaround! Now it's just you and me, the Chu family is willing to serve you as the lord of Zhiyuan Valley, and in the future, there will only be Zhiyuan Valley, and there will be no Chu family, what do you think? ! ”

Chu Zai's eyes were shining, and he said.

Fan Yong didn't answer, but just looked at Lu Wuzhong with a pair of eyes, and the meaning was self-evident.

"I would like to swear to Heaven! You should be able to see that what I am practicing is the Meditation of Blood Death. It is for this reason that the scars on my body are a hundred times greater than those of you, and nothing is more important to me. ”

"Good!"

After seeing Chu Zai really swear by the Heavenly Dao, the two of them were already standing together, but they didn't know what they were talking about, and they disappeared at the end of the far sky in a blink of an eye.

……

Ten days later. Thousands of miles west of Bluestone City.

Between the mountains, a river called by the locals called Tanxi meanders through, and by the Danxi River, there is a quiet and peaceful village. In the morning light, the faint curling smoke melted into the faintly rising river mist, lingering.

"Old hour, go fishing so early?"

"Hey, if I don't go sooner, the big fish in the river haven't all been run away by you!"

"I see, Uncle Zhong must have been kicked out by his aunt."

"That's it! Everyone knows that Old Uncle Zhong is not afraid of the earth, but he is afraid that Aunt Zhong will roar! ”

"Little bunny, you know what a fart! When you marry your daughter-in-law, see if you can still jump! ”

…………

By the winding Tanxi River, the old and the young gradually gathered, and although the words that had long been accustomed to were repeated day after day, they also had fun day after day.

They untied the small fishing boats moored by the river, and the faint ripples on the calm river surface slowly dispersed.

Each of them cast their nets and launched the water, and the intermittent fish began to be collected on the fishing boats.

The old hour had already laid a few nets, and it seemed that his luck was very bad, but the nets failed, and the ship was still empty.

"Hey! I don't believe it yet! ”

When he lifted the net again, it was still empty, and the old bell had no disappointment on his face, so he roared softly, gathered the thick net he had just lifted, and then threw it into the river.

"Uncle Zhong! I won't have to return a single one. I'll take some back in a moment! Otherwise, I will be scolded again when I go back! ”

On a fishing boat near the old hour, a dark short young man looked at the old clock's boat and smiled.

"Little bunny, dare to laugh at me! Look at me and let you see it! ”

Although the old clock is old, but there are no children, there is no shelf in the village, although the young people in the village also respect the old clock, but also from time to time with the old clock all kinds of jokes, the old clock is never angry, come and go, the young people in the village, all love to joke with the old clock.

"Hey! It's a big guy! Little bunny, don't come to help yet! ”

The old clock retracted the net again, and pulled it heavily, only to feel that it was very heavy, and it didn't move! Hurriedly shouted to the stout guy.

"Wow! Uncle Zhong is still amazing! This big fish is definitely not small! ”

The short young man listened to the call of the old clock, and hurriedly pulled the fishing boat over, pulling the fishing net with his hand on his face

"Huh! Damn! It's a person! ”

With the help of the young man, he finally dragged the fishing net to the side of the boat, looked at the white-striped figure that had been soaked in the fishing net, exclaimed, let go of the hand holding the fishing net in his hand, and sat down on the boat.

"Little bunny, what are you afraid of! Let's pull it up first! I don't know which child it is! Huh! What a pity! ”

The old bell helped the frightened guy and said.

"Old hour, what's the situation?"

The fishing boat not far away also found out about the old bell and leaned over.

"It's nothing, I don't know where a teenager rushed in, pitiful!"

The old bell explained to the fishing boat approaching.

After a while, several fishing boats gathered at the fishing boat of Lao Zhongtou, and several people worked together to finally pull the boy in the fishing net up.

Untied the fishing net, only to see that the young man who had fished it up had no blood on his body. I don't know if the pale face is blistered, and there is a faint amount of baby fat.

On the right arm of the young man, there was a red tattoo of a sheep's body and a human face, and I saw that the tattooed face only had a huge mouth, and the arms were close to the armpits, and the blood-red eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and he had four hooves and two wings on his back.

Look at the gluttonous tattoo on his right arm, who can it be if it's not Yang Yi!.

"Old Hour, this young man has this scary tattoo on his body, but I'm afraid he is not a good person, or we should throw him into the river!"

On a fishing boat, a little old man who was about the same age as the old man looked at the tattoo on the young man's arm and said cautiously at the old man.

"Old Uncle Zhong! The kid is alive! And gas! ”

The short and sturdy young man who had already pulled up Yang Yi with Lao Zhong probed the young man's snort and said in surprise!

"Huh? This little guy doesn't know how long he has been soaking in the water, and his body is white, how can he still be angry! The old man put his finger on the tip of the young man's nose and probed it, and exclaimed, "Hey! That's a big deal! It's really infuriating! ”

"Old hour! I'm afraid this boy is not a good person! Maybe it's going to bring disaster to our whole village! Or or? ……”

The little old man pulled the old hour and said intermittently.

"Old grandson, since this young man has met me, it can be regarded as fate, since he is still angry, he must be saved! The tattoo may have been tattooed for him by his family, even if his family is not a good person, he is always innocent. Discipline him well in the future, and don't let him go astray! ”

The old man interrupted the little old man's words, smashed his mouth, and said slowly. Beckoning a few young people, he rowed the fishing boat to the shore, carried Yang Yi ashore, and began to give first aid.

The old bell didn't say anything, but there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart, his wife and his wife were so old, and they had no heirs, and this young man was destined to be saved by himself, maybe it was the hope that God gave him to support his old age.

Although Lao Zhongtou didn't say it, Lao Sun Tou looked at Lao Zhongtou and understood Lao Zhongtou's thoughts. I don't talk about anything else, and I bless the old clock in my heart, I hope that the old clock can get what he wants.

"Come, take him, and send him to my house! Poor boy! ”

Old Zhong touched Yang Yi's face. They were all fishermen, and they had their own local methods for drowning first aid, but they took turns to fight, but the boy still only had a breath. Hearing Lao Zhongtou's words, the sturdy young man carried Yang Yi on his back, trotted all the way, and headed towards Lao Zhongtou's home.

It's just that the villagers don't know that Yang Yi has already been overdrawn, and his blood and qi have been damaged, and if it weren't for Xiaojin's last support, he would have died long ago. But whether he can survive or not after all can only depend on Yang Yi's own creation.