"Not good!"

The changes and the headroom are all known. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Originally, he had the upper hand and victory was in sight, but he unexpectedly came to this change. It's not that it was completely unexpected, yesterday when he entered the city, he already understood that Chen Sanlang was no longer Wuxia Ameng, he was already the lord of a city, and then by observing the situation in the city, the appearance of the people, more or less understood that Chen Sanlang was quite popular.

This point, for pointing, is extremely disadvantageous, and the resistance is greatly increased.

Jingkong knew that Xiaoyao Fudao was the best city Feng, so he challenged in advance and defeated the Taoist, which was equivalent to breaking Chen Sanlang's Taoist arm. It's just that he never expected that Chen Sanlang himself would master a special cultivation method, so that he could directly absorb and invoke the people's opinions, so that many calculations failed, and he lost the lead.

Next, I had to fight hard.

An old monk took a long breath, the gray monk's robe on his body swelled like a balloon, and then exhaled, and the monk's robe slowly deflated.

Knock knock!

Between breaths, the wrist waved, the rhythm of the sound of the wooden fish changed again, where was it still like the sound of some kind of ritual Zen, it was like the war drums of the battlefield, urgent and loud, and countless mysterious scriptures were read out of the mouth, like bursting beans, crackling, unless you saw it with your own eyes, you would not know that a person's mouth can open and close so quickly.

Every scripture contains infinite power, and it rings in the ears, almost a thunderclap.

Boom Boom!

Fierce and mighty, there is no longer the slightest merciful influence of spring breeze and rain.

If it was said that it was a combination of rigidity and softness before, and it was a two-pronged approach, now it is simply conquered by force.

The power of King Kong!

Chen Sanlang listened to the roar, and immediately felt dizzy, just gritting his teeth and struggling to support. His hands and feet were trembling, uncontrollable, the tip of the pen was crooked, and he involuntarily scribbled a large handful on the paper, and the words that were barely half written were smeared beyond recognition and unrecognizable.

Words can't be written, how about people?

This thunderbolt happened, Xu Nianniang outside immediately reacted, the long knife was in her hand, and she almost couldn't help but break in, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, she split the clearance first. But as soon as his footsteps moved, he stopped again, his face was solemn, to this point, in a sense, the clear space is already the existence of Chen Sanlang's cultivation of the demons, since it is the demons, then you have to overcome it yourself, if you rely on the external force of outsiders, it will definitely leave troubles, which will have a far-reaching impact on the future future.

Xu Nianniang is still weighing the pros and cons, and it is not easy to determine whether it is appropriate to break in now. Or maybe he still has confidence in Chen Sanlang, because Chen Sanlang has forced Jingkong, a high-ranking monk, into such a situation.

The current scene is no longer a dotted crossing, but closer to a fight for life.

The Tao is different, not only do they not conspire with each other, but they often fight for life and death, and compete with each other.

Wei Dao Wei Dao, a "Wei" word is destined to make it impossible for this Tao to compromise and seek perfection without contention with the world. On this road, it has long been full of thorns, blood and tears.

In the room, Chen Sanlang, who was sitting upright, suddenly trembled, and blood flowed from the acupoints of his ears, which was shocking.

Airplanes!

The evil sword in his arms could no longer hold back, and flew out, not stabbing at the clear sky, but flying above Chen Sanlang's head, followed by a flag.

This flag came from Wong Tai Sin, which belonged to the trophy, and it appeared when it was robbed in the capital, helping Chen Sanlang resist a wave of lightning strikes and make a contribution. However, after being struck by lightning, new cracks were added to the surface of the flag, which greatly reduced the spirituality.

Later, when he returned to Jing County, Chen Sanlang handed over this banner to Xiaoyao Fudao to repair, and he made a lot of fuss for a while, and when he sent it back, he looked at the repair, at least on the surface.

This flag magic weapon is quite mysterious, anyway, Chen Sanlang has studied it for a long time and doesn't know, and the Taoist priest is also tossing and turning, still clueless.

At the beginning, Huang Daxian was killed, and the spoils were divided, the Taoist priest took the yin and yang gourd to practice Taoism, and the rest of the things were given to Chen Sanlang, but what can be useful is this flag, and there is also a book of "The Book of Hundred Insects and Poisons" that is very valuable and has a profound record, which is very valuable, but it is still in the study stage and has not played its actual value.

The magic weapon banner has its own spirituality, and when it appears in danger, Chen Sanlang wonders if it is related to thunder. After all, it was like this last time, and this time, the chanting is like thunder, and it is not much different.

It's just that now I can't control so much at all, a sword and a flag, hanging on the top, there is a burst of mystical power, and they jointly resist the endless Buddha sound.

"What?"

Jingkong saw the evil sword and flag at a glance, and couldn't help but scream, messed up, knocked his wrist hard, I don't know how much strength he used, and with a muffled sound, the piece of wooden fish was actually broken.

This break suddenly lost its timbre. Then his chanting stopped abruptly, as if someone had grabbed him by the throat.

A pair of eyes were empty, staring at the artifact on top of Chen Sanlang, and he didn't know whether to look at the sword or the flag, his face was full of disbelief, which made his whole face look a little distorted.

Chen Sanlang had never seen this old monk lose his temper like this.

The sound of the wooden fish and the chanting of the scriptures stopped, he was relieved, in the mud pill palace, the Buddha statue illusion in the sky had no support, and began to disperse, but it was impossible to disappear all at once, even if it was dispersed into a golden breath, it would still be filled in his mind, and it would take a long time to digest and calm down.

And obviously, his spirits will not be good during this time, and malaise cannot be avoided. Headaches and tinnitus can't be escaped.

However, no matter what, the hardest part of the game was passed.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the pen in his hand was held so tightly that he almost broke the pen shaft, and then he gradually relaxed, stroke by stroke, and continued to write on the paper, still a static word.

At the moment, Chen Sanlang wants to be quiet, only this word can best represent the voice of his heart.

This time, my heart sank like water, the pen was smooth, and there was no longer any blocking obstacle, and it was written like a cloud, looking at it, I was very satisfied.

There was silence in the room.

Outside the door, only three feet away, Xu Nianniang had already come there, as long as he took another step, he could break through the door, but just when he wanted to take that step, the rough and rapid Buddha sound was interrupted in an instant, and his steps stopped, and the person stopped here.

On the back of the hand holding the knife, there are green tendons protruding, which shows that he has been struggling to resist the urge to rush in; sweat is running down the corner of his forehead, although he is guarding outside the room, but the impact of the Buddha's sound is not small, if it is not for his profound skills, he cannot resist it at all.

He's fine, but what about Chen Sanlang in the room?

Xu Nianniang suddenly became worried.