After listening to Yan Chixia's emotion, Du Xu didn't know what to say, he had a good impression of Yan Chixia, and he would estimate Yan Chixia's face in his behavior, and it was not easy to say it at the moment.

Seeing the corpse of the pestle-wielding wrestler lying in the car, he pointed to the corpse's eyebrows, and a little spiritual light from the index finger of his right hand did not enter the corpse's eyebrows, and he saw the corpse tremble slightly and sit up slowly.

Du Xu commanded at the corpse holding the pestle, "Where you came from, go back!" The corpse immediately reflected, raised his hand and pointed in one direction, Du Xu said hello to Yan Chixia, and drove the bronze carriage towards the direction it pointed out, that is, because the soul of the Heavenly King holding the pestle was cut by Yan Chixia with a sword, otherwise it would be possible to use such a trouble, and a soul search technique would be solved.

When the bronze carriage walked around, it took a few moments, and when he went, there was a pestle wrestler to guide the way, and the bronze car was galloping, but a few breaths of effort, the carriage stopped in front of a manor, and the body of the pestle wrestler was pointing to the gate of the manor, Du Xu looked up and saw that the vermilion gate of the manor was closed, sneered a few times, and drove up.

Even the door with a solid wood inlaid bronze roof can't withstand the impact of the magic chariot! I saw the vermilion wooden door being smashed into pieces like thin paper, making a loud "bang!" sound. The flying sawdust was like a sharp arrow, sweeping the flowers and plants behind the door, and Yan Chixia, who was sitting in the car, writhed a few times uneasily, obviously not very suitable for Du Xu's flamboyant style.

The corpse on Du Xu's car jumped off the ground and jumped towards a yard, although its body was stiff, it jumped a few feet, and it ran very fast, Du Xu drove slowly, until he was left behind.

At this time, a black shadow jumped out of the courtyard, obviously hearing the movement of the gate when it was broken, such a loud sound, even the deaf should hear it! He just came out a few steps, and saw the figure holding the pestle Lux jumping towards him, Du Xu and Yan Chixia behind only saw his knees soft as noodles, knelt down, and bowed: "The villain Zhang Lang has seen the ancestor, the ancestor is blessed forever, and the longevity is better than the sky!" Such shameless words came out of his mouth so easily, and he said them very reverently, with a convincing force.

Zhang Lang was also very depressed, he didn't expect that he had just taken refuge, and he didn't see the figure of the pestle wrestler, but after a while, he heard a loud noise outside the door, and when he came out to check, he was biased against this killing star, and he was scared of a weak foot, and he knelt down in a hurry, for fear of being mistaken for an invading enemy, and was killed by him with a pestle, so that he would die too unjustly!

Zhang Lang was still kneeling there, and he saw the pestle-wielding wrestler jumping in front of him, and he was scared to tremble, for fear that when he met this master who was in a bad mood, he would be tortured to death. I heard someone chasing after me again, I just screamed in my heart, I just asked the grandfather in front of me to be merciful, not to hurt his face too much, just now in front of the new little lady to show his might, a palm hit an old man who came to find fault vomited blood, in front of Lu Hui this group of people to earn a big face, this is more or less a credit, I am so flattering, I should always be softer!

More than a dozen people rushed out of the courtyard, in addition to Lu Hui, Lu Xun's uncle and nephew, and a group of reincarnators, the ghost knows how they found here, the most amazing thing is that the fisherman in Wu'an City is also here with a gray-haired old man, the old man's face is pale, and he is carefully supported by the young man. These people have arrived, and naturally the two protagonists are indispensable, Wang Xianyan and Wu Yanqing stood together with ** expressions, even if there was no acquaintance in the plot of Wu'an City, the two of them still got together, which made people sigh the inertia of the plot!

Even Du Xu couldn't help but be surprised by such a coincidence, not to mention the tricks that rushed out, the reincarnators were probably prepared, but their faces did not change, and there was still a little bit of clarity in their expressions, presumably in their opinion, after Du Xu's hidden boos appeared, they would never miss such a key plot. But he looked at the bronze carriage with an unpredictable gaze, as if he was thinking about something!

Uncle Lu Hui was a little surprised, they followed the dart board to dart here, and just about to go back to Wu'an City to see Du Xu, I saw him here, and the "immortal master" who was in charge of the bodyguard this time held the pestle wrestler, it seemed that they had a conflict, and the eyes of the pestle wrestler were white.

The fisherman's boy was the most surprised person, and he looked at the old man beside him with a little weakness and shrank his head.

Yan Chixia jumped down from the bronze car, Shi Shiran walked to the kneeling Zhang Lang in front, and said with a smile: "Zhang Lang! What are you doing kneeling? Just ask a certain family for three days and three nights, and a certain family will still collect your head with a sword, so get up!"

Obediently kneeling in front of the pestle-holding wrestler, he heard a familiar voice calling himself, looked up, jumped up in fright, and wanted to run, but when he noticed that the pestle-holding wrestler was also here, he relaxed with peace of mind, with a jealous and cruel expression on his face, and said with a sneer: "Yan Chixia, you still dare to come over, the dignified Nantianzhu is here, you don't want to run away! You still obediently lead the neck to be killed, I will leave you a whole corpse, if you wait for the ancestor to make a move, it is impossible for you to keep a whole corpse!"

Yan Chixia looked at the pestle-wielding wrestler in surprise, and even Du Xu couldn't help but look at him with strange eyes, he really couldn't think of it, how could anyone not even recognize the dead, or still hope that the tiger was still there, and could use the prestige of the pestle-wielding wrestler to scare them away? Yan Chixia couldn't cry or laugh, pointed to the corpse of the pestle-wielding wrestler, and asked, "Are you talking about him?"

Zhang Lang's arrogance rose by three points, and he said arrogantly: "How about seeing the real body of the ancestor, how about it, I'm afraid! Tell you, the ancestor can kill you with one finger..."

At this time, a crisp voice reminded him: "The ancestor in your mouth, let alone twisting people to death, I'm afraid that you may not even be able to lift your fingers! I said that people still have to rely on themselves!" Qin Yuan walked to the front from the crowd, crossed his arms, and looked at Zhang Lang and Du Xu playfully, showing a unique style.

Zhang Lang would appreciate it, smiled coldly, and shouted: "The ancestor is powerful, and the mana is boundless. What kind of nonsense are you talking about?" As soon as the words fell, the corpse of the pestle-wielding wrestler fell to the ground with a bang under Du Xu's control.

At this time, even Lu Xun saw that it was inappropriate to hold a pestle, and an old man like Lu Hui had already discovered the state of holding a pestle, and he was secretly shocked. But Du Xu, who saw it, calmed down, Du Xu's status in his mind was comparable to that of ghosts and gods, and it had reached the point of superstition, even if Du Xu was doing something big, he took it for granted.

But there is a person who is not as calm as him, Diaosu today was originally for his grandson, but he didn't expect the year to be unfavorable, as soon as he appeared by Zhang Lang into a dog, at this time I saw Zhang Lang take low and make small, shyly stammering with a pestle and holding a pestle, my heart was already secretly shocked, and I found that the pestle was dead, and I was even more surprised and speechless.

His logic is very simple, he was beaten like a dog by Zhang Lang, Zhang Lang was as obscene as a dog at the pestle wrestler, and now even the pestle wrestler was beaten to death, he was killing the person who held the pestle, what is it? Fisherman faintly regretted it in his heart, a red-tailed golden sturgeon was just a cheat, deceived and cheated, there is no need to come to find fault with such fanfare, no, fall into the quagmire!

Zhang Lang saw this change, his face remained unchanged, he continued to scold arrogantly there, in a place that he couldn't see in the dark, he quietly pinched a trick, but on the surface he pretended to be crazy and brainless, he was not a fool, a fool couldn't escape from Yan Chixia's subordinates repeatedly, just now for a while, the ghost didn't find out that there was something wrong with holding a pestle, and now that he is sober, the first thing is to try his best to escape, as for the shock, stunned, and unbelievable emotions, he still ran away to vent!

said that it was too late, and then it was too fast, Zhang Lang suddenly burst out, opened his mouth and spewed out a streamer, directly slashing Du Xu. What he thought was very simple, Yan Chixia's cultivation was known to him, and this time it would cause him a little trouble at most, but the kid Yan Chixia brought with him looked young, and the persimmon still had to pick up the soft pinch, how could the weakness in front of him not be used by Zhang Lang.

Yan Chixia will definitely turn around to help, and he will naturally be able to escape when the time comes! But what Zhang Lang didn't expect was that Yan Chixia stood in place with a smile, and he didn't mean to help Du Xu resist at all.

"How is it possible? Isn't this man with him? Could it be that he doesn't like that man and wants to borrow my hand to kill him? Or is there some other mystery?"

But Zhang Lang couldn't think clearly anymore, a gray qi blade silently submerged into his chest, and in the next moment, it came out from behind him, taking his soul away by the way.