Chapter 156: Xuantian Flying Armor Breaks Blood (2)

"Will it be okay tomorrow?"

Feng Bo was stunned when he heard this, and immediately said, "Brother Xing, how can you say this?"

Wukong reached out and grabbed a thick cutting board, and brought a stone trough for feeding the horses and a large black stone, and threw it on the ground with a bang. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"What are you?"

Feng Bo was stunned, he reached out and picked up the cutting board, and said suspiciously: "Isn't this the cutting board for the big cow's family to chop meat, and that, isn't that the feeding manger of the second girl's family?"

"And this?"

He raised his foot and kicked the broken stone, and was even more surprised, "Brother Xing, this, isn't this the stinky stone of the Erdan's family pressing the pickle jar?

"Naturally useful!"

Wukong stretched out his hand and took out the Fish Owl King Staff, and said with a smile: "Patriarch, you arrange for four reliable people to insert this Fish Owl King Staff at the top of a pillar in the south sky when the sun is just rising tomorrow, hang the thick cutting board on the thickest tree on Jiugong Mountain, bury the horse trough at the foot of Diancang Mountain, and then throw that stinky stone into the pond in the village!"

"This, of course, there is no problem!" Feng Bo rubbed his hands in confusion and wondered: "It's just the purpose of doing this, what is it... ？”

Wukong smiled, but his words were clear, "Patriarch, as long as you do what I say, tomorrow it will be difficult for the people of the Thunder Clan to step into the village half a step!"

"Really?"

Feng Bo looked at Wukong fixedly, and after a while, his expression perked up, as if he had made some life and death choice, and nodded: "Since Brother Xing is so sure, then I will arrange it, and it will be placed in place exactly according to my brother's requirements!"

"Okay!" Wukong stretched out his hand and patted Feng Bo's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, if there is a mistake, I Xingwu is willing to live and die with the top and bottom of the closed door!"

"Good!"

Feng Bo heard the sound of Zhengse and said: "Brother Xing, this is serious! You are the nobleman of my Fengmen Village, we all believe in you!" As he spoke, he arched his hand, laughed and walked out of the door, and the other people in the village who looked directly at him were puzzled for a while.

For the next day, I saw that Wukong's door was closed, and there were clanging knocks from time to time, and there were even sounds similar to chanting.

When night fell, some curious people couldn't help but walk in, listen attentively, but found that it was quiet inside, and then look inside and outside the village, even the little fox that usually laughs and jumps is gone.

"Could it be that you can't go quietly?" some villagers couldn't help but speculate.

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Feng Bo rushed over when he heard the sound, and with a wave of his sleeves, he drove away all the people who were doing good things.

The next day, it was just dawning.

"Hit, hey, hit!"

In the middle of the village, next to the pond, on the only martial arts arena in the village, more than a dozen young children, led by a few adults, got up early in the morning, and were shirtless, waving their arms and practicing.

That Qixi had already recovered his spirit at this moment, and was following behind everyone's buttocks, holding a thumb-thick branch, slashing horizontally and vertically, and practicing well.

Feng Bo opened the door, glanced at the martial arts arena, and quietly looked up at the sky above his head, laughed twice, put his hands behind his back, and walked in the direction of the village entrance.

In fact, he was still a little reassured, and wanted to take a look at the entrance of the village to see if the ThunderClan had secretly sent someone to sneak in.

After all, a village with 100 people is a matter of life and death, and he is the head of a family, so his responsibility is naturally greater.

On the martial arts field, more than a dozen children of different sizes practiced as usual under the leadership of the big bull.

At this time, someone heard a creaking sound, and when he turned his head, it turned out to be Wukong's door open.

"Hey, didn't you leave?" the man rubbed his eyes vigorously, took a closer look, turned and ran to the patriarch.

After a cup of tea, the men, women, and children in the village crowded into Wukong's house, almost collapsing the small room.

After another stick of incense, the patriarch also returned, and not long after, a burst of cheers suddenly came from the room, but it was calm again in an instant.

After a while, the door creaked, the door opened, and the villagers walked out quietly one by one, but it could be seen that there seemed to be some kind of joy hidden between the eyebrows.

Erniu, who had a big waist and a round waist, walked majestically to the martial arts arena, waved his arms at the dozen or so children, and shouted loudly: "Children, from today onwards, we must redouble our efforts to cultivate in Fengmen Village, regardless of size, otherwise, the family law will deal with it!"

"Hey!" shouted in unison, morale high.

Wukong brought a bamboo chair and reclined comfortably on the back of the chair, quietly staring at the sky above him.

In fact, others don't know that he has worked hard for the so-called array-breaking treasure materials in the past few days, and has searched over 100,000 mountains, and for this reason, he has also returned to the Ten Thousand Demon Forest once, but it is finally unsatisfactory, and he can barely get together the materials.

However, breaking the formation is also a hard errand, although he used to learn from Bodhi, he learned some Qimen Dunjia, breaking the formation and fighting the arts, but the karma is ridiculous, for this so-called reversal of the remnant of the sun, he can be regarded as painstaking, painstaking, but the hard work pays off, this Xuantian flying armor to break the bloody array, finally completed the arrangement.

Next, it's a matter of waiting.

When the remnant sun blood curse is gone, it will be a good day for the villagers to see the light of day again.

However, thinking of this, he frowned and worried.

The remnant sun blood curse is about to be lifted, but with it, that is to say, people outside can enter this originally isolated place at will, so what about him? The curse of the closed gate village is over, and he, should he also leave?

Moreover, a few days ago, he inexplicably returned to the past through the moonlight treasure box, and secretly recalled the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, which must have alarmed some people, and here, maybe someone will soon find out.

But where does he go after leaving this place?

For a moment, he was worried and tired.

Just guessing wildly, the back of his hand itched, and a small hand gently touched his big hand.

Wukong looked down and saw that it was Qixi's hairy child.

"Why, aren't you afraid of me?" he gripped the little hand, bared his teeth, and grimaced.

"Ahh

"Aha!" Wukong covered his legs and laughed, and the gloomy cloud just now was swept away in an instant.

As a result, before he finished laughing, he suddenly felt that his big hand was empty, and when he looked at it, he was stunned for a moment, it turned out that Qixi didn't know how to pull out his little hand and disappeared.

"Hey, stinky boy, are you still coming with me?"

After speaking, he didn't turn his head, his body and the bamboo chair swirled, and a 180-degree loop came.

"Poof!"

A small fist of flesh just came from behind, and Goku grasped it in his hand.