"Eat a mallet from the fat man!"

As soon as Zhu Qingyun's words were finished, he suddenly felt a heavy blow to the back of his head, only to feel that his head was full of stars, his eyes were dark, his body shook twice, and he almost faked his death.

The whole face of the White Horse Pavilion disciple who was holding Wang Zimo's back was shrouded in huge shadows, and he was frightened, and with an "ahh

Wang Zimo lowered his head, and suddenly saw Ge Baoyu's fat and tall figure. I didn't have time to open my mouth when I was happy in my heart, and my whole body suddenly fell, and before I landed, there was an instant soft feeling like a ball under my buttocks.

I saw Ge Baoyu pouting his ass and struggling to carry him up, holding a thigh bone in his hand, trying to open the pair of small eyes, and roaring: "Whoever dares to take a step forward, everyone will die together!"

This......

What is it?

The prince was dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, Ge Baoyu's weapon turned out to be a blackened pork leg bone. Well, that's right, it's exactly the same as the big stick bone that Da Ji brought back from outside when he was a child, except that the bone stick in Ge Baoyu's hand is one size bigger, and the bones are dark and dark, as if he has been poisoned.

"What do you see, haven't you seen the fat man's boar bone stick, this is a psychic wild boar, living for three hundred years, and being seen by the fat man......"

The more Ge Baoyu spoke, the quieter his voice became, and finally hummed like a mosquito: "Back then, the fat man was also Yushu Linfeng, a talent, who knew that after eating that wild boar, he would become like this, and he couldn't lose it." ”

The aggrieved little eyes were full of hesitation, and the prince nodded silently, believing it.

Ge Baoyu was already obese, but he didn't expect that his strength was surprisingly big, a pair of small feet were as steady as Mount Tai, and he carried Wang Zimo like a person who had nothing to do.

If it weren't for eating a spirit pig, who would believe that a fat man could do this?

"Ge Fatzi, you and I entered the White Horse Pavilion in the same year, I originally thought about your kindness, and planned to secretly become this criminal to avenge my brothers and sisters, have you thought about it, do you really want to wade into this troubled water?"

Zhu Qingyun's face flushed.

After seeing that Ge Baoyu smashed the pork leg bone in his head, he was even more angry and stuffed the ball in his stomach, and it was so bulging that it exploded!

"Take out the antidote to the fat man, don't think about leaving, if anyone walks out of this Baiyun Temple half a step today, everyone will finish playing together!"

Ge Baoyu has a strong posture of extorting bamboo and sticks.

"Hmph, Fat Ge, don't be afraid of you just because you are in the Hall of Good Deeds, in a month or two I will enter the Bigu period, don't you think about ......it."

Without waiting for Zhu Qingyun to finish speaking, a submissive disciple suddenly walked out behind Ge Baoyu, this disciple has red lips and white teeth, Qingqi is handsome, especially the smooth melon seed face is even whiter, if it weren't for his flat chest, he would really think of him as a woman.

"This antidote......

He raised his head and quietly glanced at Zhu Qingyun: "Senior Brother Zhu, I'm ...... We haven't opened the valley yet. ”

"Hahaha...... Lao Zhu, how have you been mixed up in the past few years, why do I feel that I am not as prosperous as the kid surnamed Yan!"

After speaking, Ge Baoyu stretched out his white and tender fat hand, his face hung down with horizontal flesh, and glared at the disciple: "Take it! Fat man, I guessed that it was you people from the Six Medicine Hall! But I didn't expect it to be you, Lin Xiaoya!"

"The antidote can't be given to him!"

Zhu Qingyun just wanted to step forward to snatch it, but saw Ge Baoyu carrying the pork leg bone and knocking it on Lin Xiaoya's palm, and then sent it upward, not biased or oblique, just poking into Wang Zimo's chapped lips.

"Gross~!"

Wang Zimo was blocked by the big stick bone in his throat, and there was a sharp pain in his throat, and the corners of his eyes were instantly covered with a layer of mist, and he couldn't help retching.

"Brother, bear with me a little longer!" Ge Baoyu smiled.

At this time, Zhu Qingyun's heart was thunderous.

He couldn't believe it, Ge Baoyu's movements just now seemed random, but they were full of the breath of Dao, could it be that this dead fat man already had a Dao plate?

"Brother, I can help you get here, fat man, the rest is up to your own decision!"

Ge Baoyu grabbed it, and the small bench in the room suddenly floated to Wang Zimo's feet. He put the prince silently on the small bench, bowed his hand, and turned away.

"Imperial Things! Sure enough, there is a Dao Plate!"

Zhu Qingyun squinted his eyes with a cold face, and his heart was mixed. Among the thirty-two generations of disciples, those who have cultivated everything to the Holy Formation have cultivated the Dao Plate, and even the disciples of the thirty-three generations have cultivated the Dao Plate, such as Yan Yefeng and those young disciples who died in the miasma.

Only he, as the previous senior brother, did not even cultivate the Dao Plate, so he could only take a group of thirty-three generations of disciples to fool around to satisfy his vanity.

This time, I thought that I could make a great contribution, maybe I could get a reward from my master, reward a Dao Seeking Pill, and shape the Dao Pan with the help of external forces, but I didn't expect to kill a Cheng Cheng to bite the gold halfway, and I was actually disrupted by this dead fat man.

It's really annoying to me!

The round body swayed, and when passing by Zhu Qingyun's side, Ge Baoyu squeezed his nose fiercely, raised the big stick in his hand and wanted to fight, so frightened that Zhu Qingyun hurriedly confessed and begged for mercy.

This Ge Baoyu is also really skin, swaggering to throw the big bone stick forward, and jumped up, leaving a mocking laugh and leaving.

Wang Zimo did not blame him for escaping, on the contrary, his heart was full of gratitude.

After all, Ge Baoyu is a disciple of the White Horse Pavilion, and his prince Mo is the criminal who everyone in the White Horse Pavilion shouts to be executed. It is reasonable for the two to draw a clear relationship. Being able to help at a critical time is already a blessing.

The antidote melted in his mouth, and Wang Zimo instantly felt a chill in his throat.

Followed by this cool fragrance, wrapped in a faint fragrance of lilies, like gurgling water, trickling down, straight to the heart.

It turns out that there is no Tao Pan like me!

Hmph, it's a trick!

Wang Zimo's eyes were instantly clear, and his eagle eyes were shining, looking directly at the bottom of Zhu Qingyun's heart.

"Bring it!"

"Huh!" The Xuanyang Sword was suddenly pulled out by him by three inches, and the sky above the entire Baiyun Temple was suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

In the blink of an eye, the mourning wind roared, and the raindrops the size of broad beans fell, hitting the face with cold and biting bones. The disciples of the White Horse Pavilion were all hiding in the Qingming Residence, trembling, and only Zhu Qingyun stood in the courtyard in a dilemma.

This kid, bastard!

Zhu Qingyun put the black iron rod on the ground with a dark face and exhaled turbidity, and then looked at Wang Zimo with cold eyebrows, and slowly took two steps back.

"Bring it!"

Wang Zimo stretched out his hand, a sneer on the corner of his lips.

Zhu Qingyun's protruding chin shrank back, hiding the anger in his heart. However, the rain was too cold, and the biting chill actually made him, a cultivator in the late stage of the Holy Realm, afraid.

Scold!

How ridiculous!

Lao Tzu was a monk in the late stage of the Holy Dynasty, and he was yelled at by a waste wood to drink five or six, if Lao Tzu gave birth to a debut plate, he would have to crush you to death, a bed bug!

The cry of hell is even more rampant.

Zhu Qingyun gritted his teeth, and under Wang Zimo's smug eyes, he had to step over, bent down and picked up the black iron rod again, and handed it to Wang Zimo step by step.

Salted fish rolled over......

Wait a minute, Lao Tzu will let you fry the salted fish on both sides!

"Let you turn over! Let you turn over! I'll let you turn over!" Zhu Qingyun's eyes were full of cruelty, although he lowered his head, how could Wang Zimo not know what he was thinking in his heart? He and Yan Yefeng are the same kind of people, they are both scum, they are the same as a raccoon dog, and they do things by unscrupulous means!

Once he seized the opportunity, he would never have a chance again.

"Phew!"

The Xuanyang Sword was pulled out three inches again, similar to the last time Wang Zimo pulled it out.

It was completely dark all around, and surging demonic qi emerged from the west wall of Qingming Residence. One by one, the disciples of the White Horse Pavilion ran into the courtyard crying wolf, and they would rather be washed by the biting rain than stay in the house for another half a moment.

"Ah......h

"There's a devil, there's a devil! I saw half a face bulging out of the wall!"

"Little junior brother, if you have something to say, you insert the Xuanyang Sword into it first, and we have something to say!"

Zhu Qingyun was really scared.

He pretends to be high, and feels that his life is inherently delicate, how can he die with these stinky shrimps?

"Phew!"

The Xuanyang sword was pulled out three inches again, and the three-foot thin sword was already one foot out, and a piercing roar suddenly came from the Qingming residence, as if it came from a very deep cave, with unwillingness, with resentment, with uninhibited and jealousy towards the way of heaven......

Just the sound shook Wang Zimo's body, and he fell directly from the small bench.

He was so crooked, the Xuanyang Sword "smacked", and most of it was taken out.

Everyone was dumbfounded, Zhu Qingyun was the first to react, turned his head and ran away, and the rest of the people did the same, rolling and crawling outside.

Wang Zimo fell on the steps in front of the door, his head seemed to be stuffed into a hornet's nest, and he kept "buzzing". He struggled to prop himself up, gritted his teeth and climbed onto the small bench, stretched out his right hand to aim at the hilt of the fish-scale sword, but heard a "click", and the door beam actually cracked a gap.

Wang Zimo suddenly panicked, stepped down from the small bench in fear, stretched out his head to look into the room, and was shocked to find that the western wall had actually become another world.

A man in white was sticking his head out of the wall, looking at each other carefully like Wang Zimo.

The man in white had no facial features on his face, as if he had been forcibly pressed and smoothed on the sand.

He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, there was a sudden thunder in the sky, which frightened Wang Zimo to pick up the black iron rod and run out with him.

The vision of Baiyun Temple suddenly attracted the elders of the White Horse Pavilion to come.

Zhu Qingyun lowered his head and obediently stood behind Song Tianyi, the elder of the Five Star Residence, with the protection of his master, he was naturally much bolder, took a step forward, faced the rank elders, bowed his hands, finished the salute, raised his head high, and said loudly to the Venerable Master Chunyuan: "I was playing with a few senior brothers, and I happened to hear a strange sound in the Baiyun Temple, so I went to find out with my junior brother, but found that Wang Zimo, a gangster, dared to secretly pull out the Xuanyang Sword. So he stopped it with his brothers and sisters. ”

Master Chunyuan's face was cold and almost frozen.

Everyone knows what the consequences will be once the Xuanyang Sword is pulled out. This prince Mo didn't expect to be dead set and dare to do something unique.

"The disciples of the White Horse Pavilion obeyed the order, went all out to arrest the rebels, dared to resist, and killed without mercy!"

"Yes!"

The disciples of the White Horse Pavilion suddenly scattered like a tide, asking everywhere about Wang Zimo's whereabouts.

Behind it is the demonic Qingming Residence, with the wind and clouds surging on the head, and the ice and rain are surging. Fortunately, this celestial phenomenon is only confined to the sky above the White Cloud Temple, and has not yet spread to the White Horse Pavilion.

Master Chunyuan took a deep breath, he knew that the people of Baiyunguan had gone to the miasma, but he didn't know what kind of fame these troublemakers wanted to make.

It's been two years, and I haven't come out of the miasma for two whole years......

Are they dead?