"General Hui, General Zhang Feng guards the city wall, and General He Wei patrols the city!"

"Let me introduce you to you! This is the master of the belly, he is proficient in all the eighteen martial arts of the Shaolin Temple, and he will be your head in the future!"

"Amitabha!

"The head of the sect, I don't know if it's right to make this 'return to the horse pistol', please give the head of the head of the sect a few points!" The person who spoke was Duan Fengzheng, the highest martial artist among the twenty generals, this person was tall, and he pulled mountains and rivers with great strength, so that he had good marksmanship, and his return horse pistol had been practiced perfectly.

"I don't know what to call this general?" said the empty monk.

"I'm Duan Fengzheng!"

"General Duan makes a gun, and the old man also makes a gun, what do you think?"

"The head coach is easy to use, come on! Get a good gun for the head teacher!"

The generals scattered on all sides, the monk with the empty belly held a spear in his hand, and when he chatted with the monk with the empty belly, he knew that he was proficient in all eighteen kinds of martial arts, but he had never seen his marksmanship, and he was looking forward to it.

Duan Feng was leaning behind him, his eyebrows were cold, and he was somewhat arrogant. Suddenly shouted: "Look at the robbery!" With his right hand, he swept the spear, and then stabbed back again and again, all in one go, and the power was powerful.

"What a move to return to the carbine!" "The empty belly monk blocked left and right, resolved one by one, and never took half a step back, Duan Fengzheng's marksmanship made no matter how good it was, no matter how fast it came, it seemed to be expected by the empty belly monk.

"Could it be that the head of the sect also understands my 'return pistol', how come you know every trick I make!" Duan Fengzheng asked as he put away his spear.

"No, yes! The old man doesn't know General Duan's 'return pistol', but you're a little slower, so I'm watching carefully!"

"The head coach is right! I'll make it faster!" Duan Fengzheng stepped forward with an arrow, holding the spear in both hands, and stabbed out more than a dozen robberies in a row.

"That's right!" the empty belly monk praised, hurriedly took a few steps back, and suddenly turned sideways, turned around and stabbed out, the sharp spear head was only a little distance from Duan Fengzheng's throat. The victory and defeat have been divided, if the empty-bellied monk stabs the front a little more, Duan Fengzheng will be killed!

"Thank you for the mercy of the head of the sect, Duan Feng is willing to bow to the wind!" Duan Fengzheng almost lost his life, where did he dare to be arrogant and bow to the empty monk.

"Do any of you want to compete with the head teacher?" said the knife. All the generals know Duan Fengzheng's skills, he can't win, where is anyone who dares to disagree!

"Since you don't!, then you should learn from the head teacher in the future!" the knife continued.

"Brother Guo, don't worry! The old man will definitely give him all his money!" As soon as the monk said this, the generals did not dare to despise him even more, and those who could call the general a brother were ordinary people!

As soon as the knife arched his hand to the empty monk, he walked up to Sun Yong and asked, "Where are the four people of wind, fire, thunder and lightning locked up?"

"Back to the general, he put them in a big iron cage, and then let them be carried to the dungeon, they couldn't move, Huo San, Lei Er, and Dianda, these three people were quiet and didn't say a word, but Feng Si was shouting and scolding!"

"I'm going to see them!" The knife is going to solve the acupoints of wind, fire, thunder and lightning, otherwise they will starve to death!