The woods are big, there are all kinds of birds, and there are not a few people in the world who pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, such as Yan Daxia, is one of them.

In fact, Yan Daxia is not good at boxing and sticking, nor is he good at drinking and singing, but is good at wit.

Like at this time.

At this time, the situation was grim, and in the face of a dangerous enemy, Yan Daxia's brain teaser turned quickly, and he calculated three results in an instant: it was the three results of rushing up and killing him with a stick.

One is to be poisoned by him before he can be beaten to death with a stick.

One is: to be poisoned by him while killing him with a stick.

One is to be poisoned by him after being beaten to death with a stick.

As in the past, there were thousands of calculations, and each time it was these three results, Yan Daxia, who was known for his resourcefulness, would never make a mistake.

Of course, instantaneous calculation is also instantaneous analysis, with pros and cons.

The first is called a fiasco.

The second type is called miserable peace.

The third type is called a crushing victory.

All in all, a tragic death.

The real master has always been to fight wits but not strength, not impulsive, to always keep a clear head, but also to always remember: stay in the green mountains, not afraid of no firewood.

As always.

But Yan Daxia needs a step.

He didn't dare.

"Dad!" everyone present saw it, including the incompetence of the brilliant and incompetent, and the incompetence encouraged and cheered: "Up!"

This dad is too cheap, the surface is majestic, but in fact, the bear packs one, no wonder he is incompetent and righteous to kill his relatives: "Up!

"Rhubarb!on!" said the impotent heart, "Bite him!"

There are steps.

"Son, there is a way to fight tiger brothers, and go into battle as father and son soldiers. Daddy is old. This one—"If it weren't for the confidence." Why bother to be bored, everything is in Yan Daxia's calculations: "It's still up to you to fight for your father!"

I see, so! I don't understand.

How sinister the world is, and how vicious the human heart is, you see! Impotent sneered: "I don't want to! Hmph! When you fool a fool, you want me to be fooled, no way!" Smart and alert, with superior intelligence, like this, there is no cheapness to be touched, and it is absolutely impossible to take the initiative to send him to death: "Son, don't be afraid, you will fight with him!" Isn't it just fooling a fool, Yan Daxia immediately put away his stick, walked to the incompetent side with a pleasant face, and encouraged and cheered: "There is a way to be afraid of being young and strong, my son, you will make the Arhat eighteen punches, with its nineteenth form-" Since then, he has whispered in his ears with the sound transmission Dafa. It's just that no one can hear except for incompetence, and so on. And so it is.

Incompetence immediately agreed: "Okay! That's it!

Because there is a benefit, a benefit is greatly!

"Dad!" "Dad is Dad, so is the cheap Lao Tzu, but this trip is worth it, it's worth it!"

After a thousand words came out, I didn't have time to call my father again, and I was really moved in my heart, and I was so moved that I was about to cry: "Come on!"

It is the filial piety of the father and the son, which can be said to be passed on: "Come!"

If he was incompetent, he held his head high, stood in the middle, and sighed heavily in a sad and righteous posture: "Whew-"

And Yan Beige, behind him, stood on a horse and squatted on the crotch, put a palm against his back, and recited with calm relief: "The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns into ashes and tears begin to dry——"

"Incompetent, incompetent Brother Xian, you, you, what are you?" Xiaoxiao didn't understand, and Xiaoxiao was a little scared: "What are you doing?"

"Whew!" the impotent immortal exhaled a breath of turbidity and smiled sideways, signaling that he was relieved.

Children, don't understand this, this is called "Passing on the Divine Skill of the Burning Fire", which is equivalent to the "Daigo Empowerment Dafa" of Buddhism, that is to say, the incompetent dear cheap daddy will transfer his life's work to the incompetent, turn the incompetent master into a master of the master, and then combine the skills of the two to make the incompetent become a master of the masters, so as to defeat Li Wujiao. Time is limited, don't be distracted, look! This is about to pass on the merits: "The infatuation of death will never change, and the salary will be burned to the fire, duh!"

"Amitabha-" Unable to close his eyes, accept it calmly.

The following is the transmission time.

Because Yan Daxia's skills are profound, there is no one Jiazi and half a Jiazi, and it can't be passed on for a while, and it can be passed on.

This Dafa of transmitting gong is really amazing, not to mention how the incompetent immortal feels, at least Xiaoxiao has been scared.

A little dazed.

Looking at the incompetent fairy brother with vast magical powers, he looked very comfortable, and the corners of his mouth were raised with a smile, as if he was having a sweet dream.

Look at Uncle Yan, who loves to fight, is serious, staring at the two eyes, and is also looking at Xiaoxiao, smiling strangely.

Look at the second grandfather, look at the second grandmother, the second grandfather and the second grandmother are sitting there motionless, their faces are all over, and they are very worried.

And the eldest uncle, the dearest eldest uncle, had a somewhat wrong face, and his face was tense, as if he was nervous, very nervous, and seemed to be afraid.

Like a great enemy!

"Why? Why? What is this all about?" The little frightened inexplicably, a heart is pounding, waiting to shout loudly, but I can't breathe, it is difficult to breathe, I only feel that a thousand huge stones are pressed on my chest! The depression is too depressing, and the cold ice of ten thousand years freezes my throat: "Whew, Whew!" Little big gasp, quick wheezing, I really can't hold back I have to say that my heart needs to ask, no wonder everyone says that Xiaoxiao is a coward, no, no, no, muster up courage: "Big, big, big!"

Xiaoxiao wanted to ask his uncle what was going on.

But suddenly at a glance, I found that something was wrong, the incompetent fairy brother had changed.

It's getting bigger.

It's the belly, the big toad, the big ball, bulging.

Bigger and bigger!

And the incompetent fairy brother looked painful, sweaty, blushing and thick-necked, with a big mouth as if he wanted to scream, but he couldn't scream: "Open!"

Yan Beige shouted, open!

Can't open!

If it's opened, it's a loss, no matter how big it is, it's a loss, so this can't be opened!

But if it doesn't open, the incompetence is still getting bigger, first the belly, then the chest, bulging.

Then the waist, then the butt, then the face.

And then the whole body.

Everything in front of him was too bizarre, Xiaoxiao was speechless, and when Xiaoxiao was stunned and stupid alone, Xiaoxiao was finally fortunate enough to witness the true body of the incompetent fairy brother: "Hmph!"

Incompetence flew.

The balloon man was incompetent, and he flickered and flew, standing upright, and flying, until he flew up to the roof, and his head was on the beam.

Xiao Xiao leaned up on his little head, looking up to it, thinking that it was sacred: "Incompetent Immortal Brother!

If there is no roof to block it, the incompetent fairy brother will definitely fly into the sky, Xiao Xiao raised his small hand and jumped violently twice, and found that he couldn't reach the incompetent fairy brother's feet at all: "So high!

Yan Daxia snorted coldly and turned his back to his hand: "Li Laosan, you are ruthless!"

Li Wuyi didn't pay attention to it, but he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, saying that this person is so poisonous!

Incompetence does not come for nothing.

The second fox sighed and finally got up: "Xiaoxiao, you go out to play, and your incompetent fairy brother." ”

"Ahh ”

Why.

The balloon man is incompetent, he can't speak at all, and the skill of Banjiazi is not so easy to digest.

"The incompetent fairy brother can fly!The incompetent fairy brother can fly! It's so powerful, it's amazing!" The child, not understanding this, ran out happily, clutching a spool: "Fly to the sky-"

I'm going to fly higher, hug in the wind—

(To be continued......