The coachman looked back in astonishment, and saw three passengers walking leisurely towards him from the end of the road, which made him astonished and frightened as if he had seen a ghost. He asked them in a whisper:

"Are you humans or ghosts?"

Wu Shuang and She Gang looked at each other and laughed, She Gang pointed at the ghost head knife in his hand, and said:

"Thief, you want your grandfathers to die, how can it be so easy!"

"Impossible!" asserted the coachman, still in disbelief, "I have not shown the slightest flaw along the way, how can you see through my plan, you are obviously ghosts, ghosts that do not go away!"

"It's useless to talk too much with a brain-dead person like you!" Wu Shuang smiled and said, "Now, if you don't tell us why you want to kill us, or you can jump from here yourself to apologize!"

When the coachman heard this, he burst out laughing, and laughed so heartily that he was like an industrious fisherman, who saw that the goldfish he had caught was speaking to him, and was so excited that he stopped laughing and said:

"It seems that you are really not dead! But, don't worry, you are not far from death!"

Hearing him say this, he frightened Alai, where did he know the methods of Wu Shuang and She Gang, thinking that when he met this person, it would be difficult to escape death, so he trembled.

She was very angry when he saw it, and he said angrily to him:

"Damn, Lao Tzu hasn't opened the knife yet, you should shake up first, what are you doing?"

Alai said pitifully:

"Uncle She, you don't know anything! This person has a lot of background in Pingdingshan!" he pointed to the coachman and said, "He is one of the three coachmen on Pingdingshan!"

"What's wrong with the coachman?" asked She Gang as he glared at a pair of fiery eyes burning with rage.

The coachman leaned back and smiled and said triumphantly:

"You reckless man, it turns out that you and this man in a white robe are also some lonely and unheard of people, grandpa might as well tell you that I am 'Fei Quanzhong, one of the three coachmen on Pingding Mountain'!"

"Oh!" Wu Shuang still smiled when he heard this, "Your name is so loud, but I don't know what you are capable of?"

"If you want to talk about ability, it is definitely something that you lonely people have never heard of, let alone seen!"

"Yes! Wu Shuang still said with a cold smile.

"Well, listen up!" he said, posing in a martial posture with a short knife and a fierce tiger, "I am the coachman on the Pingding Mountain, Fei Quanzhong who slashes the tiger with one sword!"

"What, Fei ...... What kind of cost?" She Gang heard him say so aggressively, but he deliberately wanted to play with him.

"Fei Quanzhong. ”

"Oh!

Suddenly, Wu Shuang also laughed, seeing this, the coachman Fei Quanzhong was even more annoyed, he stomped his foot, and said:

"Bastard! How dare you make fun of your uncle!"

"Yes, I'm just laughing at you!" She Gang continued, and this time, even the terrified Alai burst out laughing.

Fei Quanzhong himself was a man who fell to the ground and was cut in two, how could he stand such humiliation, so he screamed and waved a short dagger, and was about to stab at the two.

Seeing this, She Gang shouted again:

"Stop!" his voice has always been loud, this drink is like a bolt from the blue, and he even put Fei Quanzhong in the middle of the road.

Fei Quanzhong stood still, but asked him in a daze:

"What's wrong?"

"Before you finish asking, you start fighting, what kind of hero!" She Gang said.

Wu Shuang also felt funny, so he simply hugged his arms to the side and laughed at how She Gang teased him.

Sure enough, Fei Quanzhong followed his way, and really followed his meaning and asked:

"Stinky boy, what else do you have to ask!"

"I just, feel weird!"

"Strange, what's so strange?"

"You dare to fight with our long sword and big sword with such an ordinary short knife, there must be something wonderful, right?"

When the other party heard this, he laughed, and he said:

"That's right! That's a good question! I'm afraid that my short knife will scare you into peeing your pants!"

"Ahh

Fei Quanzhong laughed again, he proudly raised the dagger in his hand, and said with a high spirit:

"Listen, don't scare your guts! My short knife is the seven-star treasure knife of Wang Yun, a great official of the Han Dynasty in the late Eastern Han Dynasty.

When She Gang heard this, he was not surprised at all, envy was indeed secretly in his heart, so he really wanted to get his treasure knife in his hands. Then he laughed and said to him:

"You grandma, who are you bluffing! The Seven-Star Treasure Knife has already asked Cao Cao to give it to Dong Zhuo to cut watermelons, where do you have such a divine weapon!"

"Hmph, don't you believe it?" Fei Quanzhong was very disappointed when he saw that the other party didn't know the goods, so he became angry and shouted, "Then, let you taste the power of Grandpa's Seven-Star Treasure Knife!"

"Slow down!" was immediately stopped by She Gang again.

Therefore he was very angry, and cried out:

"Fight and not fight, believe and not believe, what can you do?"

"Since you have a treasure knife in your hand, then I ask you," She Gang deliberately pretended to be angry and said, "Can the stone be cut open!"

Fei Quanzhong laughed when he heard this, as if he heard a child say to him, "Uncle, white rice is something that can be eaten!" He said:

"Isn't it as easy as a kitchen knife to chop melons and vegetables!"

"Well, then I'll throw you a stone now, and if you can cut it open, then prove that what you say is true!"

"What's so difficult about that!" said Fei Quanzhong, "even if you throw ten or a hundred stones, I will cut them all!"

"Very good!" She said as soon as she went to the side of the road, found a rock the size of a watermelon, and turned around to throw it at him.

But Fei Quanzhong hurriedly said:

"It's better not to throw it at someone, otherwise even if I cut it open, I'll hit someone!"

"It's a word," She Gang said, and with all his strength, the stone whistled out like a cannonball, smashing towards Fei Quanzhong's head.

"Oops!" Fei Quanzhong shouted, and slashed with his knife, a huge stone, and it really cracked in response to the sound, but half hit him on the cheek, and half hit him on the left chest.

When She just saw this, the knife caught up and shouted:

"Stunned, go die!"

As he spoke, he kicked him to the ground with a kick in the chest, and took another step, stepped on his chest, swept the big knife in his hand, and knocked the seven-star treasure knife in his hand down to the side of the road, and shouted:

"Death, thief. ”

"Hmph! You don't keep your word, and you're not a good man. Fei Quanzhong lay on the ground and screamed.

As soon as She stepped on him, he raised the ghost head knife and was about to cut it off according to his head, but was stopped by Wu Shuang in time.

"Brother She, come slowly!" (To be continued.) )