It's a pity that soon this harmonious scene was ruined by Li Shan and the little fat man.

The lotus leaves under the buttocks of the two of them were like wild horses that had been unleashed, and with the help of the frenzied waves of air set off by the butterfly's wings, they rampaged into the Tsukuki Pavilion.

The purple-clad handymen were enraged by the two headless flies.

It's so hateful!

These two guys were so presumptuous under the noses of Senior Brother Luo Chenxuan, this was simply contempt for the gods in their minds and slapped them in the face.

The purple-clothed handymen scolded one after another, saying anything ugly, and even some of them had rolled up their sleeves and were ready to manipulate the lotus leaves to encircle Li Shan and the little fat man.

At this time, Li Shan also saw that the momentum was not good, and asked the little fat man loudly: "Little fat brother, you quickly let our lotus leaves stop!

The little fat man pouted his teeth, cried and mourned, and said: "Li Shan, the fat man is also the first time to use bamboo butterflies, but unfortunately he only learned the beginning, not the end!"

Li Shan almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of blood, and scolded: "Tang Xiaohua, don't tell Lao Tzu, you don't know how to take back the bamboo butterfly?"

The little fat man heard Li Shan call him Tang Xiaohua in public, and completely threw the oath he had made out of the clouds, and suddenly seemed to have been stepped on by his tail, his face turned purple, and he couldn't help but feel angry, and fought back: "Li Shan, you turtle son, the oath you have made is as stinky as the fart you have released, if you want to mention those three words again, don't blame the fat man for turning his face, and don't recognize you as a brother! Besides, if you hadn't begged the fat man pitifully just now, the fat man wouldn't have said anything and couldn't take out the bamboo butterfly, the magic weapon of the housekeeper!" I can't stop the car at this time, it's all up to the fat man, you don't feel sorry!"

Li Shan made the little fat man speechless, and he was in no mood to fight with the little fat man anymore. And at this time, a big trouble also came to the door, and the lotus flowers under their buttocks rushed towards a bluestone pillar in the Zhuti Pavilion that only five people could hold.

The little fat man was so frightened that his father and mother screamed and shouted, and Li Shan was also so shocked that his back was full of cold sweat. This bluestone pillar is cut from the Xuangang rock of Tai'er Mountain, and its hardness is three points harder than the meteorite steel of the Han Dynasty.

Seeing that they were about to collide, Li Shan and the little fat man simply closed their eyes, at least it was more comfortable to die with their eyes closed than to die with their eyes open.

None of the more than 300 purple-clothed handymen in the Zhuti Pavilion had the intention of coming to the rescue, but they all looked excited, their expressions were excited, as if they were watching a burlesque, and they didn't care about the life and death of Li Shan and the little fat man at all.

That's when one of the least likely people to make a move made a move!

Luo Chenxuan!

I saw that his hands changed his technique, the white clothes were flying, the spiritual sea was surging, and the green wood aura burst out in his body, and the entire Spiritual Pavilion was surging for a while, whistling and whirling.

"Aoki Ancestral Spirit, Mianzhang!"

The surging Aoki aura in the Tsukuki Pavilion, under the control of Luo Chenxuan's technique, surged towards Li Shan and the little fat man like a roaring torrent, and condensed into a cyan illusory palm in a single breath.

The big palm of Aoki's qi crisscrossed the pavilion, and in an instant, it stretched out to the top of Li Shan and the little fat man's heads, and then shook it downward, and with a bang, he grabbed the two of them along with the lotus flower under his buttocks. At this time, it was only a foot away from the bluestone pillar, and it could be said that half of his feet had stepped into the ghost gate.

Luo Chenxuan sent Li Shan and the little fat man in front of him, scattered his big palms, and said with a smile: "Two junior brothers, open your eyes!

Li Shanzheng wondered how this head hit a soft, warm thing, not like it hit a stone pillar, but like it hit a pillow.

When he heard this warm voice, he immediately understood what was going on! So when he opened his eyes, he saw a young man in white standing on a cyan lotus flower, looking at him with a smile. That smile is like a spring breeze blowing the ice and snow of the earth, which makes people warm.

But the little fat man on the side didn't hear this voice at all, he was still immersed in self-delusional persecution, and he muttered: "Be good, the fat man can't die." This stone pillar looks like a piece of tofu when it hits. No, it must have been the fat man's head that hit the tofu brain. Father, mother, my son is dead and has become a ghost, and you can't recognize you two elders when I go to see you. The son has not yet married a daughter-in-law, and he has a son, he is not filial, he is not filial!" As he spoke, the ghost cried wolf.

Everyone present was amused by this living treasure and laughed, and the little fat man came back to his senses, opened his eyes and looked, and turned sadness into joy: "Haha, the fat man is not dead, the fat man is not dead! The fortune teller is right, the fat man is born a lucky star, and the fortune is a great life, and the Lord of Yama has to walk around when he sees it." Hahahaha, hahahaha, the fat man will be blessed if he doesn't die!"

A purple-clothed handyman in his twenties, who looked extremely ugly, shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Luo rescued you, don't you kowtow to thank you?"

"Which Senior Brother Luo?" the little fat man looked at this ugly ghost very unpleasantly, and raised his eyebrows.

"Of course it's our Purple Qi Sect Tianjiao, Senior Brother Luo Chenxuan, Senior Brother Luo! Otherwise, who has the ability to save you!"

Li Shan and the little fat man glanced at each other and stuck out their tongues in surprise. They never expected that the young man in white who came to the rescue would be Luo Chenxuan. The fact that a dignified and arrogant figure could save the two lowly handymen really touched them.

Li Shan hugged his fists at Luo Chenxuan, he said that he would not kowtow to Luo Chenxuan, so he said, "Thank you Senior Brother Luo for saving your life." In my heart, I sighed with emotion: Luo Chenxuan and I are the same age, and they are all Tianjiao figures of the Purple Qi Sect. But look at yourself, you're not even in the early stage of the building realm. Alas, people are more popular than people, this is the gap!

The little fat man was even more exaggerated, poofed, knelt on the ground, and said gratefully: "Senior Brother Luo, fat man, Ao, it's not right." The junior brother won't say anything grateful, so I'll give you a few kowtows. After you go back, you must find a painter to paint you down, three pillars of incense a day, and I wish my senior brother to become a disciple of the Purple Qi Sect as soon as possible. "After that, you have to kowtow.

Luo Chenxuan supported it with his hand, and an aura gushed out, gently holding the little fat man up, and listening to him: "Two junior brothers, it's serious, we belong to the same family, and we should help each other." How can you talk about a word of thanks? If you thank you and thank you, won't you see the outside!"

After listening to Luo Chenxuan's words, all the purple-clothed disciples admired his broad-mindedness, and their admiration for him was even more high!

Luo Chenxuan handed over the bamboo butterfly he had recovered to the little fat man and asked him to take good care of it, then turned his head and asked the purple-clothed handyman who looked extremely ugly: "Senior Brother Zhou, please count the number of people, see if they are all here?"