Fang Zhongjin stood in the center of attention, and threw out a crystal clear green bamboo flute in his hand.

The bamboo flute pores broke through the wind in the air, marking a sharp flute sound.

This move really surprised the disciples of the Beggar Gang, and even the original loud whistle was swallowed.

When Mao Fugui saw the strange state of the beggar gang disciples, he roared angrily: "Don't stop! Hurry!"

These beggar disciples were urged by the gang leader, and they hurriedly raised their heads and whistled in unison.

The snakes continued to be urged by the whistle to climb to the top of the main hall.

It's just that these hundreds of people showed shocked expressions at the same time, and they definitely couldn't escape Fang Zhongjin's eyes.

His heart moved, and he felt that the surprised expressions of this group of people were a little strange.

If it were only because he took out the token of the beggar gang leader, this group of people would not be shocked like this.

Fang Zhongjin keenly felt that there must be something strange about the bamboo flute in his hand.

But this treasure is carried in his arms every day, and if there is any powerful mechanism, he should have discovered it a long time ago.

Fang Zhongjin's heart moved, raised his hand, and threw the flute in the air again.

The flute whimpered in the wind again, and Fang Zhongjin looked carefully at the beggar disciples below.

This time, although they were still in a haunted spirit, the horror on their faces was gone.

Fang Zhongjin secretly thought in his heart, it seems that the flute is not a weapon that can kill people for thousands of miles.

He looked around again, and this time he finally noticed something strange.

Originally, the snakes were forced by the whistle of the beggars to climb up to the eaves, and they were about to climb to the roof.

But as soon as the bamboo flute sounded in the wind, the snakes seemed to be out of proportion.

Some stood with their heads held high, some shrunk into a ball, and in short, they were no longer crowded and climbed up together.

Fang Zhongjin was blessed to his heart, and suddenly leaned the bamboo flute against his lips and blew a tune at will.

The tone is dexterous and light, like a swallow suddenly turning around in the clouds.

Sure enough, the group of snakes seemed to have a sense, and they all raised their heads and spit out letters, and they also shook their bodies mischievously like tunes.

Fang Zhongjin blew another whimpering tune, and those green snakes all leaned down and did not move, I don't know if they were touched by the vicissitudes of the tune.

Fang Zhongjin laughed in his heart. In these green snakes, do you still understand the rhythm of music?

He didn't know that in Tianzhu Kingdom, there were street vendors who made money by playing the flute and leading snakes to dance.

Although Fang Zhongjin guessed the purpose of this flute, it was a pity that he still didn't know how to control the snakes.

Fortunately, these green snakes no longer climbed up under the control of the flute, and Fang Zhongjin could be regarded as solving the urgent need.

At this time, he made up his mind to try one tone at a time, anyway, Mao Fugui at the bottom had no way to deal with himself at the moment except glare.

Thinking of this, Fang Zhongjin casually blew several different tunes.

or jumping, or flat, and then remember the performance of the snakes under these tunes one by one.

Fang Zhongjin was calm and relaxed, and he could make Mao Fugui under him angry.

However, he couldn't go up to the eaves, and the kid cowered and refused to come down.

Mao Fugui yelled at the beggar gang again: "What are you stunned about, hurry up and bring that kid down!"

Although this order was loud and impatient, it seemed like a stone sinking into the sea among the beggar gang disciples.

In fact, a few years ago, the beggar gang had already fought with Fang Zhongjin.

At that time, the beggars helped everyone because they couldn't do light work, and they also asked Fang Zhongjin to help them turn into Jinhua City.

Nowadays, although the times have changed. The martial arts of the beggars are advancing by leaps and bounds, but they should not be light, they still can't be light.

Martial arts, although it can be quickly stimulated by the left side of the door. But there is no reason to learn it out of thin air.

The beggars lowered their heads and blamed each other with the corners of their eyes, and now they are still an eaves that cannot fly so high.

What's more, the beams and pillars are crawling with green snakes.

Although they all have snake-repellent medicine on them, if they annoy the snake, it is not good to bite themselves.

During this time, Fang Zhongjin had repeatedly played several tunes with the bamboo flute.

Suddenly, his flute stopped, and he grinned at everyone.

This calm smile was not clear to the beggar disciples below.

Mao Fugui saw that the snakes were back to normal again, he blew a whistle, and the green snakes moved up and climbed up again.

Mao Fugui was overjoyed in his heart, his mouth kept talking, and he hurriedly waved his hand to let the beggar disciples blow the whistle with him.

And the beggar disciples were even more hesitant this time. As if they had known something that Mao Fugui didn't know for a long time, the whistle was sparse and slow.

At this time, I suddenly heard a bamboo flute tune coming from the roof beam.

The tune is no longer a few simple syllables. It's a tune that no one has ever heard.

In fact, this song was created by Fang Zhongjin temporarily.

He'd figured out what kind of tone would make the snakes move.

And Fang Zhongjin planned a series of actions for the group of snakes in his heart, and connected the corresponding tunes in his heart and slowly played them.

Then the snakes turned their heads and climbed to the ground.

Fang Zhongjin's tune kept stopping, and the group of snakes also crowded and crawled forward one by one.

It was only then that Mao Fugui knew the true horror of his opponent.

But he has a snake-repellent realgar on his body, so he is not too worried.

It's just that today's battle has dragged on for too long, and he said impatiently to the beggars: "Don't worry about that stinky boy, drive the snake away and let's continue to find someone!"

The beggars also know that their fate is now linked to Mao Fugui.

If Mao Fugui dies, none of them will survive.

This group of people didn't know whether to sympathize with Mao Fugui or themselves.

In short, the beggar disciples were in a heavy mood, and their faces were embarrassed and they stood still, not knowing whether they should enter or retreat.

And the group of poisonous snakes brought by the beggars did not give up, and they all recognized Mao Fugui one by one.

Mao Fugui saw that the snakes were not afraid of the yellow cakes he carried, and he had nothing to do, so he could only desperately urge the four sedan chair disciples to drive away from the snakes as soon as possible.

After a while, a sedan chair carrying disciple was bitten by a snake on the calf, and his body twitched and sat on the ground.

He also knew that the first thing to do when bitten by a snake was not to urge the internal force and try to slow down the flow of venom.

The sedan chair carried by the four collapsed, almost knocking Mao Fugui to the ground.

He was furious in his heart, and slapped the back of the sedan chair disciple's head and neck.

Recently, this poisonous palm goes down, and the disciple must be dying.

I saw that the disciple looked at Mao Fugui in shock, and he didn't know what to say.

In the end, he could not say a word, and fell to the ground and died.

Mao Fugui wanted the remaining three to carry the sedan chair, but he didn't expect that the green snake had already bitten the other three disciples just now.

These three people knew that the snake venom attack would die instantly, and Mao Fugui's poisonous palm would kill instantly.

Both horizontally and vertically died, but the three of them no longer cared about Mao Fugui, and all put down the sedan chair.

Mao Fugui saw that these three people no longer listened to him, so he was angry. One person slashed at their hearts with one palm, and they all settled the account in an instant.

This is such a delay in the opportunity, and the green snake climbed along the sedan chair to Mao Fugui.

Mao Fugui's eyes protruded, watching the green snakes swim in groups on him, the slippery snake body was cold and terrifying.

Mao Fugui finally gasped and shouted: "Stop, stop blowing!"

Fang Zhongjin didn't seem to hear it, and the flute turned into a fancy vibrato.

Mao Fugui saw that today was the day he died, and looked up to the sky and wanted to scream, but in the end he couldn't scream、、。

All the green snakes climbing on him opened their snake kisses under the command of the flute, and dozens of poisonous mouths bit Mao Fugui together.

Mao Fugui's body was struggling for a while~by the animal, and finally he couldn't struggle anymore.

Fang Zhongjin stood on a high place with satisfaction, seeing that Mao Fugui could no longer be a demon.

Regardless of whether he wants to find Hong Wen or not, in short, the fewer people who know Hong Wen's secret, the better.

Just as he turned his head and frowned to look at the rest of the beggar disciples, he saw them suddenly kneeling on the ground together, and shouted deafeningly: "Please help the master spare your life!