Zhang Qing looked at the sword in front of him in a daze, his eyes were like dead fish, he couldn't retreat, and he couldn't advance. There are very few people who can defeat themselves with one move, but what can they do? When people are the smartest, they often understand their opponents and know their weaknesses, just like Lin Chong in front, one hand is his weakness. The stupidest time is when you are too confident. , especially in the moment of life and death, most fools are dead when they come to this moment, because he has no chance to understand the opponent, so it is often the smart people who can survive a hundred stations and survive. Zhang Qing of the vegetable garden is one, and threw the knife to the ground: "If you want to kill or chop, listen to the convenience, take advantage of the unprepared, and you are not a hero" At this time, begging for mercy often dies faster, begging for mercy is a manifestation of the weak, the weak are not worthy of mixing the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes have their own principles, and Zhang Qing of the vegetable garden made use of the principles of the rivers and lakes.

Sun Erniang glanced at the sword on the ground, her face was not red and her heart was not beating, but she stepped forward and turned her fist into a palm, taking the young man's face directly, but the young man flew up and was about to kick Sun Erniang's chest, and the toe fell back a few inches. Sun Erniang's attack was fake, saving people was real, and she took a side step and stood in front of Zhang Qing. Sure enough, a good couple. It is difficult for a good man to kill a good man, let alone kill a woman, especially a beautiful woman, let alone help her husband - a beautiful woman, and pity for a beautiful woman is a common problem for men.

The young man slowly put down his sword, swept his cold eyes, turned around, and looked at Lin Chong with concern. Lin Chong smiled, "Thank you, brother, you don't have to worry about this little injury." Lang Sheng said with a smile: "I should not be killed, I hope that all the heroes will be perfect, and return this batch of medicinal materials to the next, I will not blame for misunderstandings in the past." "Haha joke, with the two of you, you dare to spread wild in our cottage, when we are pus" It was Cao Zheng who spoke, playing with the knife in his hand.

The young man looked at Lin Chong as if seeking advice: "Should I kill them all, or not?" If they can kill Deng Long, I seem to be able to kill seven." Doing what I want is my principle, I can kill if I want to, if I don't want to, just leave, people will die anyway, what is the difference between dying late or early?" The young man swept around again, just like a little urchin looking at the ants on the ground, thinking about whether to trample it to death? Or pinch it to death? Before Lin Chong could answer, the monk Baozihua threw the crescent moon shovel to the ground, and the shovel knife was three points into the ground. Sure enough, it's a lot of strength. "This is not a place where you can be presumptuous, the Sprinkle family will meet you" Before the words fell, he kicked at the crescent shovel, and the shovel actually flew flat and went straight towards the boy. said that it was too late, but it was fast, and the young man hooked the small stool next to him, hooked and kicked, and the small stool also flew towards the crescent shovel. Peng Di snorted. The flower monk flew forward, grabbed the crescent shovel, and chopped and chopped, showing his strength, and the wind was everywhere. The young man didn't retreat, he dodged, turned around, and arrived in front of Monk Hua, the tip of the sword was also against his throat.

The word "demon" appeared in Wu Song's mind, this is not something that people can do, simple, demonic. For the first time, Wu Song felt that this was called kung fu. Lin Chong saw a "fairy" who was exactly right, ethereal, and empty. In Sun Erniang's view, there is only one demon, a demon who is crazy.

"I think you are a good man, for Brother Lin's sake, I might as well haunt you today. The young man looked at the flower monk like an ant pinched in his hand.

The boy lowered his sword, the tip of which dragged to the ground, making a gentle mark. Wu Erlang looked at the imprints in a daze, but his head was thinking quickly, plus the knowledge that had been crossed. I didn't find a trace of the answer, and if there was no answer, maybe it was the answer, and there must be someone else who crossed over. It seems that the world is not easy to get. The spring and autumn dream in the morning has woken up for several minutes.

"Thank you, brother, for not killing," it was Lin Chong who spoke, he was speaking for Monk Hua. The friendship that has saved a life cannot be paid off with a scepter, and the most difficult thing in the world to repay is the debt of favors. You can owe anything, but you can't owe favors.

"Brother, do you still want that batch of medicinal herbs?" It was the young man who spoke, Lin Chong shook his head, and suddenly looked away, "If they want to keep it, give it to them." "There are too many things to fight for in the world, and if you want to keep each one for yourself, I am afraid that it will be difficult to own. "No, we'll give it back to you, wait a while, and I'll send someone to fetch it." "It was Takejiro who spoke. For if you want to take it, you must give it first. An eternal truth. Only a gentleman is reasonable.

"If you don't fight, you don't know each other, you will be offended a lot today, if there are really people outside the world, there is a sky outside the sky, and there will be a consultation office in the future, dare to ask where the hero lives. "Shi En is really a master of communication, a bloody storm can be swallowed with a few simple words, and then spit it out like saliva.

"Don't worry, Liangshan Wang Shouren, waiting for you at any time. The young man said casually, and Lin Chong left slowly, and a few little minions behind him carried medicinal herbs.

"Wang Shouren?" was surprised not only Cheng Yiwu Erlang, but also the monk Baozihua knew that it was the master of mind in the Ming Dynasty, how did he travel here, it seems that this world is really wonderful. "You can't see it, only you can't think of it," Cheng Yi Wu Erlang thought silently in his heart, just like the "jade seal" hidden in the medicinal herbs, "With it, you can almost command the Quartet, but you must have a loud enough voice, without waiting for you to speak, a knife will cut off your head, and another voice will remember." Now there are seven or eight hundred people, and it is really impossible to think about it. A teenager can hunt down all the flag-bearers here, and giving up now may be the smartest thing to do. When Cheng Yi Wu Erlang saw the sword that belonged to the demon, his mind changed. Giving up is for a better fight, and accumulating strength is the wisest choice now.

"Did you want to be a flower monk when you were a child, and now you have crossed over here and become a flower monk?" Cheng Yiwu Erlang looked at the flower monk, "Yes, I like his three-punch killing Zhen Guanxi, and now his dream has come true." After the flower monk was happy, his face was sad again, no one likes to have someone more powerful than himself appear next to him, and the cowhide will never be able to blow. "Do you just like Sun Erniang, your beautiful clothes" Cheng Yiwu Erlang looked at Sun Erniang Wang Juan and said, "Yes, how do you know, I woke up in the morning and found that my figure was better and my strength was greater, I really didn't expect it? I don't want to wear red clothes next time" Sun Erniang replied. "When I was a child, I didn't have meat to eat, and I liked to watch my neighbors kill cattle there. Chen Qingzhen and Cao Zheng also explained.

It seems that there is really no love for no reason, and there is no hate for no reason, just a crossing actually satisfies a small dream, but the dream meets the cruel reality, the reality must be full, and the dream is constantly realized is the strong, and the survival of the strong is often more difficult than the weak, because he has to stand on the peak, the first wind blows is him, and the first rainstorm is him. "We want to survive in this world, what should we do next? Liangshan can't go up, only?" Cheng Yiwu Erlang picked up a table that was kicked over, and whoever kicked over the table was often the one who helped him up. "Recruitment. The other six answered. "You have to find a helper," Schoen added. In fact, there is another layer of meaning, looking for the classmates who have crossed over, maybe someone will be stronger than Wang Shouren of Liangshan.