The copper hammer is not as good as the eldest brother's treasury, he will never be able to leap that high distance, he pointed at Wang Jintong and said: "Little ghost, there is a kind of you down!"

Oh, it's naïve enough, a dignified hero can say such a thing, it really makes the people of the rivers and lakes laugh!

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Four teenagers: "......"

Melon-eating masses: "......"

The hammer boy's money box had already flown to the trunk of the tree, and his hammer had already smashed down on Wang Jintong's head, so he said, "You little cub, do you think our brothers can't go up?"

"Smack"

The branches and jujube leaves fell one after another, but the hammer boy was too strong, and a big head that didn't stand firm rushed down a hundred and eighty degrees and fell in free fall.

The hammer boy felt as soft as falling on cotton, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Wang Jintong smile and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, that ...... Why don't we do it all over again?"

Before the hammer boy got up, the left and right hammers smashed at Wang Jintong's temples, and he used 100% of his strength to use this hammer, and there was a loud bang on the ground, and the eardrums of the people who ate melons were broken.

Wang Jintong stood on the eaves, but at this time he did not laugh, he raised his big fingers and said: "Oh, the four tigers of Yajiao Mountain are really extraordinary martial arts, I admire them." The villain throws in the towel, okay?"

The four teenagers stood at the four corners of the courtyard again, and the old avenue of the golden hammer said: "Oh, boy, are you playing us, right?

The second silver hammer said: "Yes, besides, is our brother trying to compete with you? ”

After speaking, he floated down from the eaves lightly, and the tip of one foot was on the copper hammer of the copper hammer boy, like a dragonfly dotting water, so relaxed, so natural. Then it tumbled down to the middle of the four.

Wang Jintong clapped his hands and said, "Well, you guys are amazing, let's do it, I won't run anymore!"

The four teenagers let out a long roar in unison, which shook the leaves and flew sand and rocks.

The whistling sound did not stop, and the eight sledgehammers flew back and forth and smashed towards Wang Jintong with different tricks.

The four boys were tall and heavily armed. The four of them occupied a favorable position, as steady as a rock of Mount Tai, motionless.

Huo Jun's figure is flexible and changeable, and in the hammer wind of the four, the rabbit rises and falls, flying and circling.

For a time, the people who ate melons were blocked hundreds of meters away by the internal force of the five people. In the eyes of these melon-eating people, their four teenagers danced with double hammers, and they were unstoppable.

And the little ghost who was surrounded inside was still very good and arrogant at the beginning, but when he was surrounded by four teenagers, he was hiding in Tibet, dodging left and right, and he was overwhelmed.

Hmph, I'm still young, I don't have a hair on my mouth, I have the upper hand at first, what do I have to jump into this circle?

But Murong Longcheng leaned on the door frame at some point and began to watch the excitement.

In April, for the eastern border of the river, the night came early, and just after the evening, it was dark.

The people who ate melons were not given in vain, they began to discuss, why did the four hammer boys delay holding it for the little devil after such a long time?

Murong Longcheng was already a little impatient, and he said, "Boy, have you had enough, quickly solve the battle, and you can't practice at night?"

Murong Longcheng's voice was originally very ordinary, if it was a normal person talking like this, Wang Jintong who was in the formation would not be able to hear it at all, let alone Wang Jintong, even the melon-eating crowd two meters away from him could not hear it, but Murong Longcheng's voice was extremely penetrating, although the voice was not loud, it clearly reached Wang Jintong's ears.

Wang Jintong heard Murong Longcheng say this, and understood what he meant, his physical strength still had a huge amount of poison, and if he practiced from time to time every day, the poisonous gas would spread.

However, he was unwilling to give up such an opportunity, this was the first time he had relied on his strength to beat someone since he had crossed over, what a joyful and interesting thing, to be able to play with others like a monkey, and to play four 'monkeys' together - of course, before that he was a 'monkey' and was played by others.

Wang Jintong's voice was still penetrating, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Brother hasn't played enough, you have to go first!"

Hmph, Murong Longcheng smiled slightly. I really couldn't stand Wang Jintong's crookedness before, but I endured it all the way, and I will soon be in the territory of Liao, can Lao Tzu go back by himself and let you go?

This is like a woman giving birth to a child, when she gives birth, she dies in pain, and swears that she will never give birth again, but once she gives birth, she forgets the pain, and she has to give birth one after another.

Murong Longcheng is like a woman who gave birth to a child, Wang Jintong didn't torture him for a while, he had forgotten the pain.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and when it came to the courtyard of the inn, it suddenly stopped and slowly walked into the courtyard of a black horse, immediately alone, burly and tall, about seventy years old.

Snow-white hair, broad shoulders, large skeleton, face from the head to the chin two feet, high cheekbones, four-edged chin, deep eye sockets inlaid with a pair of yellow eyes, a pimple and a layer of rust, a pinch of white beard under the chin.

He wore a flaming red satin scarf on his head, a flaming red cotton satin arrow sleeve robe, and a leopard skin hero.

The old man rode to the gate of the courtyard, grabbed the reins, and jumped off his horse. But he didn't go in anymore, stood still, and looked at the few people fighting in the courtyard.

When the old man fixed his eyes on Huo Jun in the field, his anxious expression disappeared. He watched in silence as if he had tasted a good show.

At this time, the shopkeeper Li led the young man to hurriedly approach, knelt down and kowtowed, and the shopkeeper Li said: "The old village owner, you can come, quickly save the old shop, the old shop will be demolished by several of your village owners immediately." ”

At this time, two big horses ran in from outside the courtyard, and the people on the horses were wearing brown minion clothes, and the two jumped off the horses, and first said to the shopkeeper Li who was kneeling on the ground: "Go, go, go." ”

The two minions stood beside the old man on the left and right, and followed the old man to look at the competition in the formation, the two minions looked at the old man's beard and were silent, only that their four young village masters had the upper hand, and flattered the old man at the moment: "The young village master is brave and invincible, so that this trick is to catch the turtle in the urn, and see that the little ghost is busy, and he is tired for a long time." ”

The old man snorted lightly and said in a deep voice: "What do you know? If he hadn't wanted to see the changes in our Qian family's original hammer method, you four young village masters would have already ...... Hmph!"

The two leaders were stunned for a moment, looking at each other, and the two of them were surprised that the dignified master of Yajiao Mountain actually said that the little ghost who was a lifetime different from him attached great importance to it, but no matter how the two looked at it, they didn't see anything special about this little ghost.

The two minions didn't dare to say more. Only to accompany the quiet stop and watch.

The four teenagers were like mainstays, but they were slowly moving within an inch of their feet. The hammer technique is extremely calm and violent. It seems that Wang Jintong is surrounded in it, like catching turtles in an urn. However, the field surrounded by the four of them grew bigger and bigger.

And Wang Jintong looks like he doesn't choose the right path, but he seems to be dancing in a streamer. No matter how the hammers of the four people worked, it was difficult to touch them in the slightest.

The four of them were fierce and fierce, and Wang Jintong Feiyun changed. The four of them became more and more tired the more they fought, but Wang Jintong danced more and more happily.