Fengzi came to the backyard, saw a few sets of clothes drying on the bamboo poles by the earthen wall, thought that it should be the temple Zhu wore, pondered a little, took a set of replacement, and brought the clothes that were stained with dirt and blood stains on the original body to the stove and burned them. The pen %fun %Ge www.biquge.info remembered the ferocity and viciousness of the tall and short brothers in Baicaomen, and he was afraid, so he took some pot ashes and smeared them on his face, and then hid in the pyre in the corner, thinking that it was still a little inappropriate, and then covered his body with some firewood and grass.

After hiding his body, Fengzi was still worried, and secretly prayed in his heart that the pair of living treasures were just passing by here, and it was best to turn around and leave, otherwise once they entered this temple to search, their hiding place would inevitably be discovered. However, when I looked out from the crack in the earthen wall, I saw the two brothers standing under a cypress tree, pointing at Cheng Bingnan and the others, without the slightest intention of leaving.

I saw that although Cheng Bingnan had the upper hand everywhere on the field, Ao Qunfeng relied on his sword moves to deal with it exquisitely and thoughtfully, and it was still difficult to distinguish for a while, and although Cheng Guyao was helped by all the executioners, his skills were slightly inferior after all, and he gradually retreated, the hair on his head was already unkempt, his chest was rising and falling rapidly, and he was panting. Duanmu Wanwu is sword is close to the sword, the sword is fast and ruthless, and in an instant, he stabbed a knife-wielding executioner, seeing that after a while, Cheng Guyao will definitely be defeated.

The short man surnamed Zhen suddenly shouted: "Hey, my senior brother asks you, have you ever seen a young man with mottled shapes passing by here?"

Cheng Bingnan made three strokes of the copper dry tobacco rod sharply, his left palm was erected and suddenly split a palm obliquely, forcing Ao Qunfeng to retreat two steps, and jumped out of the stage with "Teng". recognized that those two people were the two junior disciples of the head of Guizhou Baicaomen who had a relationship, and knew that those two people were very strong in martial arts, and they had always been ruthless, and they would repay their eyes, so that the poisonous methods were particularly unguardable. Cheng Bingnan hurriedly rushed forward and hugged his fists and said: "The old man didn't know that the two immortals of Shennong had arrived, so he was not to blame. ”

He had been fighting with Ao Qunfeng before, but he had been worried about the safety of his granddaughter Cheng Guyao, always watching the changes on the field, and the tribulus terrestris in his palm was always ready to go. This granddaughter made Cheng Bingnan quite a headache, although she got the true inheritance of martial arts from the Emei faction, especially the comprehension of the sword technique pointed directly to the leaders of her peers, and the blue was better than the blue, but after all, she lacked actual combat experience in the rivers and lakes, and it was difficult to be alone, so she wanted to take this opportunity to let her hone it well, so she didn't find the arrival of the two brothers and sisters of Baicaomen.

The tall man surnamed Fu turned his eyes back from Duanmu Wan and Cheng Guyao, swallowed a big mouthful of saliva with a grunt, looked at Cheng Bingnan and laughed a few times, and said: "It turned out to be Mr. Cheng's dart, don't come to harm's way, I didn't think that I wouldn't see him for a year, Mr. Cheng's dart head was old and strong, and his efforts under his hands did not fall at all." Hmm, who are these two young girls? Martial arts are quite passable, hehe, could it be that they have taken a fancy to your belongings, and now they are going to rob the darts?"

Cheng Bingnan was even more nervous when he heard this, he had always known that the poison technique of Baicaomen had been prosperous in the rivers and lakes for a long time, which was the change of color that everyone heard, not to mention that this person was very deep in the city, and his joy and anger were invisible, and he was killed quietly when talking and laughing, and his whole body was highly poisonous, and he couldn't prevent it, and if he didn't pay attention, he would be hit, and the result was miserable. So he secretly condensed his vigilance, smiled, and said: "Daxian is serious, this nephew of Ao Shi and Duanmu are just idle to accompany the old man to practice his hands and walk, and he can't talk about any robbery." I wonder where the two great immortals are going now?"

The short man surnamed Zhen shouted: "Lao Tzu, don't you care whether you are touching your hands or your feet? Hey, Cheng Lao'er, let me ask you, have you ever seen anyone passing by here? His grandmother's, this person is about sixteen or seventeen years old, his body is thin and thin, he is dressed as a beggar, he looks like he has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he has a white face. Suddenly, he spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm and shook his head and scolded: "The bastard is a turtle grandson, this little white face is hateful, and Lao Tzu was beaten by the senior brother in charge." The more he talked, the more annoyed he became, and when he opened his mouth, he made two "poof" sounds, and spit out two mouthfuls of thick phlegm.