In the early morning, the first rays of sunlight shine on the earth, and the hibernating birds have survived the unbearable winter, and they have spread their wings and sang together at this time, adding a bit of joy and vitality to this warm spring morning.

For Qi Zehui, this should have been a good day to sleep in the cage, but at this time, he had already left the embrace of the futon and came to a river on the outskirts of the city.

Through the shadows of the trees, he could see that he was naked and scarred, with his feet on two wooden stakes inserted upside down in the sand, and he was struggling to support himself in a posture of struggling to stand on his horse.

If it was only such a thing, it would have been easy for him, but if he looked closer, he found that his hands were holding a thick hemp rope, which ran straight through the branches of the trees behind him, and each was connected to a large jar filled with river water. And directly below the altar was his breakfast.

If he slackened the slightest bit and the hemp rope came out of his hand, the two jars would fall down violently, and his food would be smashed with a "clang". However, he had to maintain this painful and sour posture for an hour every morning, and after breakfast, he had to hold on until noon, and at night, before he could fall asleep groggily with his two weak arms.

Suddenly, there was a sound of robes skimming through the air, and when Qi Zehui reacted, Elder Ding Zhengping had already appeared in front of him.

"Junior...... Ever seen...... Elder Ding ......, "He wanted to say hello respectfully, but such exhausting support made him look like he was gritting his teeth in anger with every word.

Fortunately, Ding Zhengping obviously didn't mind, he glanced at it casually, nodded and said:

"Well, the practice is okay, and the arms can barely be steady, but, Deputy Helmsman Qi, do you know what time it is to practice today?"

"Back to ...... Elder Ding...... ......" Qi Zehui squeezed out every word, and his arms trembled violently: "Presumably...... Be...... Seventh...... Finish...... Right?"

"That's right, it's already seventh, and there are still twenty-two years before the selection of your helmsman's helmsman," Elder Ding Zhengping looked at him with no waves in his eyes, "Deputy helmsman Qi, do you think that with your current kung fu, you can withstand their repeated attacks?"

"No...... Can you ......" Qi Zehui was already sweating and shook his head with difficulty.

"Very good!" Ding Zhengping smiled, and then pointed to the two big jars: "Put them down." ”

Qi Zehui was overjoyed in his heart, and the strength in his hand was just loosened a little, but he held it up violently: "Elder Ding...... My Rice ...... Still down there......"

"Let you loosen up, you will be loose!" Ding Zhengping snorted coldly, and actually stretched out his hand directly, and quickly poked under his armpit.

Qi Zehui immediately let out a scream with laughter, let go of his hand, and the hemp rope quickly rubbed through his palm, rolling up pieces of flesh.

Brush - the two large jars lost traction and suddenly fell like meteorites with the sound of the wind.

"Rice—" Qi Zehui exclaimed sadly.

"Oh, it's unseemly—"

Before the words fell, Ding Zhengping's figure had already burst out, he stretched out his arms like lightning, and spread his palms to meet the falling altar!

Bang!

With two muffled sounds, the two large tile altars weighing more than 100 catties fell from a place several feet high, and the nature of their strength can be imagined - but they were directly and steadily taken by Ding Zhengping.

On the other hand, he just sank his legs, and soon returned to his original state.

Qi Zehui was shocked when he saw it, and immediately said with a smile:

"Elder Ding is really a man of God!"

He jumped off the stump, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and reached for the food under the tree—

Syllable!

Qi Zehui screamed in pain, and quickly retracted the back of his hand to see that it was already red and swollen.

"What's the matter, you've practiced enough in the hour before dinner?" Ding Zhengping said coldly.

"Ah, no, Elder Ding, didn't you let me come down?" Qi Zehui had an innocent expression on his face.

"I asked you to come down, but I didn't let you eat - take it!" Ding Zhengping snorted coldly, and with a wave of his arms, the two heavy clay altars flew straight out.

Qi Zehui secretly screamed badly, and hurriedly rolled over a donkey, opened his arms, and with his flexible and powerful body, he hugged the two jars to the next.

He grinned, and as soon as he wanted something, he was immediately hit in the face by two hemp ropes tied to the altar by inertia, and two big red marks suddenly appeared on his face, and he also fell to the ground with an unstable center of gravity.

"Go, pour out the water in it and fill it with sand," Ding Zheng walked away without looking back, "another hour will be full, and you will be allowed to eat!"

"Yes, Elder Ding!" Qi Zehui replied with tears in his eyes, half with tears in his face.

......

I only heard the red-faced old devil shout, and the unique stunt "Cold Fire Divine Palm" was already ready to go, and the yin and evil power in the body was divided into two strands, and it was condensed on both palms in an instant.

With a blazing fire poison in his left palm, he faced Hu Ji who was holding a stick;

With a chilling cold poison in his right palm, he hit Ke Dizzy who was holding the sword

Hu Ji swept the stick, but his body took a few steps back, and a hot wave of air suddenly hit his face, he turned sideways, and passed by dangerously.

Ke Yan only felt that the sword body was cold, his body couldn't help but shiver, his movements immediately slowed down, he suddenly felt bad, he stabbed the sword out of thin air and retracted the momentum, and when he looked at the sword body again, a thin layer of frost had been condensed on it.

The three of them took a few steps back almost at the same time, the red-faced old demon paused, and the cold courtyard wall was already behind him, he looked at his right hand, and there was already a blood mark on the back of his hand, which was not shallow or deep, and he was injured by Ke Yan's sword qi.

"Being able to stimulate the cold fire qi at the same time without being eaten back, you also have some ability......" Hu Ji cautiously glanced at the old demon's palm and said.

"It's a pity that it's unfortunate, when you meet the two of us here today, you won't be able to leave!" Ke Yan sneered, and the long sword in his hand shook, and there seemed to be a faint flash of essence.

He slowly raised his sword and raised his eyebrows, exchanged glances with Hu Ji on the side, and the two attacked again.

Hu Ji rushed forward, and knocked the stick head to the ground, only to hear a "click", and the round stick head suddenly broke obliquely, leaving only the sharp end, which has become a wooden gun:

He shouted, the wooden gun in his hand carried the incomparable king's breath, with the whistling sound of breaking the wind, like a gorgeous rainbow piercing the heart of the red-faced old demon!

And Ke Yan jumped high, as fast as a gust of green wind, between the long sword in his hand swaying left and right, it actually brought out bursts of afterimages, for a while, the sword in his hand seemed to be more than one, but a hundred, a thousand, each sword emitted an excited sword sound, stabbing at the old devil's life from all directions!

When the crowd on the side saw these two hands, they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. The abbot of Lichen also nodded with solemn eyes, and said in a low voice:

"I can't imagine it, I can't imagine that I can actually witness His Royal Highness King Zhang's 'White Rainbow Penetrating the Sun' and Yama Luojian's 'Hundred Birds and Phoenix'......"

In the brown pupils of the red-faced old demon, the figures of Hu and Ke Errao were also constantly enlarged, and he should have been in turmoil, but at this time, he slowly showed a successful smile.

Hehe, ridiculous......

Do you really think that the old man has no backhand?

With a sharp whistle, the bushes behind the courtyard wall shook, and in the next second, a behemoth jumped out like an arrow and swooped straight into Ke Dizzy in mid-air

Although Ke Yan has been on guard against being attacked by others, it is only aimed at the smiling golden Buddha who has never shown up until now, and this sudden giant monster also made him feel shocked, and he was a little confused for a while.

Fortunately, his swordsmanship had already entered the transformation realm, and the sword was faster than his mind, and the thousands of swords immediately rose up and stabbed at the huge animal that suddenly attacked-

Boom Boom Boom

Everywhere the sword went, a series of sparks erupted, and each sword stabbed into the body of the giant. But the hard feedback from the tip of the sword made Ke Yan's heart cold, presumably there was no mountain for half a point.

Whew-

It may seem complicated and long, but in fact, the whole process is completed in less than a few breaths. The monster twisted its body violently, Ke Yan couldn't borrow strength for a while, so he had to raise his sword to block, but as if he had been hit by a galloping carriage, he immediately snorted, flew out upside down, and set off a splash of ice foam on the land where the winter snow was not clean, and when he sat up again, wisps of blood were already flowing from the corners of his mouth.

The behemoth also fell to the ground with a bang, and everyone saw clearly that it was a huge centipede with a black back and red belly, hard armor and golden feet!

At this time, Hu Ji was also startled by the big insect that suddenly appeared beside him, and the gun in his hand was also a little slower. The red-faced old devil's eyes were quick, and at the same time as his luck shook a fishy wind, five long nails had already slashed like lightning, cutting off the head of the wooden spear.

When the round end of the wooden stick poked the old devil's heart, he couldn't even break through the latter's body protection qi, and Hu Ji couldn't even withstand the force of the shock, and took several steps back.

"Your Highness King Zhang, you seem to have become much worse than before?" the red-faced old demon sneered without losing any time.

"Less nonsense!" Hu Ji snorted coldly and was about to step forward again, but the huge centipede had already "hissed" forward, entrenched around the red-faced old devil, and firmly protected its master in the middle.

Looking at this monster with a huge size and jaws enough to bite people off, even if it was Hu Ji, the king of Zhang, who was known as the "Tiger of the Western Regions", he also had a retreat in his heart at this time.

"Amitabha, there is such a huge poison in the world!" the abbot and a group of monks were already frightened, "Could it be that this thing has become a essence?"

"Good baby, good baby, good baby...... the red-faced old devil gently stroked the body of the big centipede, "Just go and stare at that person, go and bite him to death!"

Hiss-The big centipede seemed to have understood spirituality, and raised half of its body towards Ke Yan in the distance, and let out a threatening roar.

"Ahem......" Ke Yan stuck his sword upside down, barely supporting his body, and this sudden sweep and collision had already caused him a lot of injuries after a long journey. He looked up and saw the big centipede writhing and crawling towards him again, and a long-lost fear appeared in his heart.

If it was to kill someone, even if it was ten hundred, it would be no problem for him.

But in the face of this invulnerable behemoth, Ke Yan felt a little helpless for the first time in a long time.

Brush –

A foul wind suddenly hit, and it turned out that the big centipede opened its pair of large jaws full of venom and bit Ke Zhuo who was half-kneeling mercilessly

Ke Yan supported the ground with one hand, and jumped high above the centipede's head with a forward flip, and the floor tile that he was standing on was instantly knocked and exploded.

Ke Yan looked at the knobby body of the centipede below, and quickly thought about how to deal with it in his mind, but before he could calculate the result, he was slammed down by the centipede and hit his chest again-

Burst!

Ke Yan spurted out a mouthful of blood, secretly heard a "clatter" muffled sound, and understood that two ribs had been broken, so he didn't dare to slack off at the moment, and forced a breath of true qi, and flew up to the branch of the tree on the side with light skills. But before he could gain a firm foothold, he saw a black-red afterimage sweeping in, and hurriedly flew out again, and when he inadvertently looked back, he saw that the cedar tree with a thick bowl mouth had been smashed by centipedes.

Hiss - the big centipede saw that a food was so cunning, and it was also angry for a while, and it chased Ke Yan who was dodging and evading, and the momentum of the attack was more and more ferocious, and Ke Yan's situation was also more and more dangerous.

Hu Ji saw that Ke Yan's situation was not good, and immediately decided to come to the rescue. But as soon as he turned around and ran a few steps, he felt a cold wind coming from behind him, and immediately the long stick hit the ground, propping up his whole body high, and several poisonous darts that flashed with cold glow flew almost against the tip of his nose.

"Truly, His Royal Highness King Zhang, the old man hasn't played enough with you!" Seeing that Ke Yan, who was the most threatening, was completely at a disadvantage, and could die at any time, of course the red-faced old devil would not let Hu Ji intervene now, and after a strange laugh, the "Cold Fire Divine Palm" had already greeted him again.

Hu Ji had to sigh a few times in his heart, half-twisted around, stabbed with a long stick, gave the person a return pistol to open the distance, and reluctantly fought with the red-faced old devil.

Hu Ji is a military person, his director is to fight and march immediately, and the weapons he cultivates are also the silver-tailed dragon head halberd tailored by the craftsman for himself, so a light and brittle monk's stick must be very difficult to use.

Originally, when he was in Kunlun, he had the upper hand in the fight with the red-faced old devil, and now he was recovering from a serious illness and his body was weak, and he couldn't match the red-faced old devil who came prepared, and he was injured after only fighting ten times, if it weren't for the red-faced old devil, he wanted to delay time and wait for the centipede to solve Ke Yan, and secondly, he was afraid that he was the prince and didn't want to get into such a big trouble as the court, he was afraid that he would have died under the opponent's strange poison.

As soon as he was a Shaolin monk, seeing that Ke Yan and Hu Ji had fallen into a life-and-death situation, he couldn't help but be very anxious, and couldn't help but rush forward to help the two of them-

"Bald donkey!" the red-faced old demon shouted coldly, "If you dare to take another step, the old man guarantees that those Central Plains women will definitely die ugly!"

Abbot Lichen's heart trembled, looking at the ordinary peasant women with blood on their hands and tears streaming down their faces, he stomped his feet angrily at the moment, but he really didn't dare to go any further......