What can you do in two hours?

Able to carry two stone strips on his back, up and down.

It's also enough for Mao Zhenhuang to repair the stolen big hole and go up and down.

Of course, a thousand stone strips were stolen from someone's foundation and transported to a place where he couldn't see it.

Two hours!

Mao Zhenhuang was a little unsure, but the two times he was dug into the corner of the wall was at this hour, and the third time he was forced to wait for the rabbit, and he wanted to see who ate the bear's heart leopard dared to move his foundation, or whether it was this "sky" that deliberately played with him.

He prefers the latter!

But it backfired, and the truth was the former.

Standing on the side of the mountain, he had already seen a group of black shadows rushing over in the distance, there were more than a dozen people, and the people in front of him were even more dumbfounded.

Bright as the sun, not autumn!

Red Ming didn't seem to lie to him.

Looking at the group of people rushing over, Mao Zhenhuang endured his trembling body and looked into the distance.

Fang Yangyue!

Lecon!

.......

This is known, and there are at least a dozen people who don't know it, and all of them are among the five sects.

Soon!

In less than a few dozen breaths, this group of people was already standing at Mao Zhenhuang's feet, Weiqiu raised his head and glanced at Mao Zhenhuang with contempt, waved his left hand at the person behind him, and then Le Kang and others rushed towards the corner that he had just filled in the stone platform with a hula sound.

Mao Fatzi instantly said anxiously: "Big brother, don't you have a foreplay?"

The other party directly made Mao Zhenhuang a little unbearable!

Not to mention his secret method of running to the sun, even the phantom spirit true technique of the great widow Fang is estimated to be at the forefront here.

How do such characters steal?

Red Ming told him that he didn't believe it, but at this time it was an eye-opener.

Even a woman with such a posture as the great widow Fang carried five or six stone bars and ran into the distance, looking at Mao Zhenhuang standing in the middle of the stone platform facing the breeze and making a mess, he instantly didn't understand the world a little, can the stone bars everywhere be stolen?

"Big brother, really no foreplay?"

Mao Zhenhuang looked down, looked at Weiqiu, who was gray-faced because of carrying stones, and shouted cautiously.

This person is indeed a big brother, he can come alone, not to mention that there are more than a dozen people behind him, even if what the other party did made Mao Zhenhuang disgusting, the tone of Mao Fat's speech to the other party was also very soft.

There's no way, a good tiger can't stand a pack of wolves!

"One, two, three, up!"

Weiqiu didn't even raise his head, he carried as many as eight stone bars on his shoulders, roared, and walked directly in the direction where Widow Fang had gone.

"Hey, big brother, you dug the corner, moved my stones, took my things, and returned them to my mother's face, didn't you even let go of a cruel word when you left?"

There is no routine at all!

Weiqiu still ignored him, as if all of them were used on the eight stone bars on his shoulder.

Mao Zhenhuang pinched the gossip cloud and wrinkled, and his brows were twisted as the folds on the "broken rag" on his hand.

After hesitating again and again, Mao Zhenhuang finally didn't throw the gossip cloud in his hand towards the man who was carrying eight stones and walking like flying.

Everything that happened just now made him a little unbelievable, and Weiqiu didn't even settle accounts with him!

Don't talk about settling accounts, you don't even seem to bother to say a word to him.

How is this possible!

Among this group of people, investing in Fu Lei is the first thing he hates, so he Mao Zhenhuang can definitely rank second.

Mao Fat Man was a little puzzled, and he couldn't figure out what all this was for, and reality didn't give him a chance to think about it.

Because Weiqiu is back!

"Your uncle, don't think that you are playing the Haohao method of Zhengxiao Sect, grandpa is afraid of you. ”

Auntie can bear it, uncle and mother can't bear it!

How can there be a place for bedding wool, you should change it, this is good, it has not yet reached the time of Baixi, and it has already made a round trip.

According to this method, let alone an hour, a thousand stone bars can be completely removed by this group of "big rats" in half an hour.

"I'm your grandma, my master is talking to you!"

Mao Zhenhuang pinched the gossip cloud and glared at the head-beating Weiqiu.

At this time, the height of the top of the mountain is only the distance between the two of them on the clouds, and this distance is just a matter of dozens of stones.

Sometimes the most feared thing is the silence!

However, what is a little stronger than the last time is that Weiqiu raised his eyelids at Mao Zhenhuang.

But before the autumn was raised, the murderous eyes of more than a dozen people were also raised in an instant, and Mao Zhenhuang, who was forced to rush to the sky, retreated directly.

Poof!

The fat man, who was about to be ruthless, fell directly on the stone steps.

Mao Zhenhuang's eyes were a little dumbfounded!

It wasn't until Weiqiu and the others disappeared again carrying the stone bars that Mao Zhenhuang came back to his senses a little.

At this time, his face was pale, his body had been soaked with sweat three times, and his pupils that slowly retracted all showed that he was broken by the murderous aura of the dozen people just now.

"Impossible.... It couldn't be ......."

Mao Zhenhuang muttered, reflecting that he was a little skeptical of what had just happened!

A person who has killed people in the northwest of Daliang for 12 years, and his murderous aura is so thick that he is black, and one day he was shocked by the murderous aura, this is no longer a ridiculous problem, but a shattering of faith.

This thing is what he is best at, but now Mao Zhenhuang is being abused by someone on his most confident side, which makes him unable to accept it at all.

After relieving for a long time, Mao Zhenhuang took a deep breath, and regained his strength and grabbed the gossip cloud void pal in his hand, at this time, his triangular eyes had burst out with infinite fierce light.

He knew the group would be back!

Because last time he threw a thousand stones, and now it was only two hundred.

100 breaths!

The other party pinched the time to the right point, and the figure of this group of people appeared again in the distance.

"It's really good to bully me!"

People fight for a breath, even if there are more than a dozen of them?

In this place, the stone mountain is not above the top of the clouds, and no one can pass this level, Huayang Tianzong did not get him down, but he was stuck in his mountaineering path by a group of Xiaoxiao, and he said to Zhai Lao Liu that he was ashamed.

"I heard that those who can cultivate the "Secret Book of the Sun" in Zhengxiao Sect are all characters who come out once in hundreds of years?" Mao Zhenhuang looked at Weiqiu, who was standing at his feet for the third time, and snorted coldly at him, and didn't care whether the other party ignored him or not.

At this time, Weiqiu just glanced at him, as if the other party was no different from the air, and after looking at it, he looked at the big gap in the horn again.

Obviously, the stone bar at this time was much more important to him than the fat man standing above.

"I've also heard that you've built the foundation after the Eight Calamities?"

Some people don't seem to like talking!

"Hmph! Awesome people have a bit of a personality, I've seen it today. Looking at Weiqiu, who didn't care about him at all, Mao Zhenhuang was angry, and this time he was not polite at all, and pressed the "broken rag" that had been kneaded into a pleated hand towards the top of the opponent's head, and pulled out eight iron rods from his back waist and threw them down.

Qian, Kun, Xun, Zhen, Kan, Li, Gen, and the eight Yellow Turban Lux crossed down, among which Kuntian was the most huge, full of a hill-like strong, and the remaining seven small ones were mainly the ones that controlled the eight flames of the Tongtian Dragon Fire Pillar and smashed towards this group of people.

Mao Zhenhuang doesn't know how to form, but the most basic gossip nine-fold array can still be put in shape, and the eight strong mountains instantly surrounded these sixteen people, and the flames rose up and down in the sky, and only a piece of smoke and dust rose.

And beyond the smoke and dust was Mao Zhenhuang's sneer and killing intent.

This is a pair of very strong combination treasures, and I don't know which of the five sects turned the head of the fast Jindan monk to play, Mao Zhenhuang relied on these two things to torture Kang Weiran to death, and even tortured Hongming and Xiang Suijiao.

And he doesn't mind filling in the resentment of the future on top of this combination of Jindan Heavy Treasure!

The solution to the problem in the world is often so simple, especially for monks, someone is blocking the way and stabbing with a big iron stick, if it can't be stabbed, it means that the person who is using the stick is not strong enough, just replace the person and stab it.

Mao Zhenhuang believes that on this mountaineering road to the Golden Peak, there is no stronger thing to the big iron stick.

Bang bang bang ~~~~

The sound shook the sky completely, and the eight yellow turban wrestlers seemed to be tireless, and when the earth was smashed and the earth was splashed, it was even more caused by the earth tornado rolling, and the smashing was as hard as it was.

There is still a hint of meaning to keep his hand on the red grass and true yellow, and for Weiqiu and Lekang of the Soap Sect, he will never use ten points of strength if he can use twelve points of strength, and the immortal counterattack of such characters is not something that ordinary people can afford.

Six breaths!

Eight Yellow Turban wrestlers held the Heavenly Dragon Fire Pillar and swung at least a hundred sticks in six breaths.

And at the time of the seventh breath, the Kuntian Golden Lux, who smashed the hardest, fell with a stick, and directly smashed out a piece of golden light in a cloud of smoke and dust!