"Give it to me, don't kill it, just beat the disabled." Liu Zhize said lightly.
Suddenly hundreds of Yin Soldiers all passed towards the five dead ghosts.
The five dead ghosts didn't even know they had escaped, so they watched innocently as hundreds of yin soldiers rushed up, kicking them to the ground one by one, followed by a violent beating.
"Ahhh..." A scream of screams sounded, and they were originally ghosts, making the screams even more eerie and terrifying.
Guan Tong Zhang Yi stood behind Liu Zhize and raised his brows, his face twitched slightly, fucking! ! Do you want to be so cruel? Others are already ghosts, and you are so cruel.
Probably after fighting for nearly five or six minutes, the souls of the five dead ghosts were looming, and they almost disappeared directly. Fortunately, Liu Zhize didn't let the Yin soldiers attack, otherwise, these five dead ghosts would definitely die.
"Okay, let's go back, it's time for Brother Ze to appear." Liu Zhize waved his hand, and the hundreds of Yin soldiers suddenly turned into black air and rushed into Liu Zhize's body and disappeared.
"Master, what are you doing?" Guan Tong frowned and asked in a deep voice. These five dead ghosts have already been beaten like this, are you going to continue to do it
"Of course I accepted them, otherwise I would drink and chat with them?" Liu Zhize cast a glance at Guan Tong, waved his right hand, and a scroll appeared in his hand.
He threw it out, and the scroll flew over the heads of the five dead ghosts. Then, the scroll was slowly opened, a golden light flashed, and the scroll directly illuminated the five dead ghosts.
"Ah... No." The five dead ghosts suddenly screamed, but before they could resist, they had been taken into the scroll.
Liu Zhize stretched out his hand, and the scroll fell into his hand. He chuckled. Twenty-one ghosts seemed to be one step closer to Diao Chan.
He raised his head and saw that the old man hadn't been tricked by the ghost before, and he had stopped by the side at the moment without any movement.
Liu Zhize cast a look at Guan Tong, Guan Tong immediately understood and carried the old man over.
"Brother Ze, what's the matter with this old man? His eyes are godless, as if there is nothing to love." Nangongjian glanced at the old man and asked suspiciously.
"He was blinded by a ghost. Get out of the way." After Liu Zhize finished speaking, he directly pinched his fingertips, and pointed between the old man's eyebrows, and the old man immediately regained a little energy.
Immediately afterwards, the old man closed his eyes and passed out into a coma.
"Fuck! Brother Ze, you killed him?" Nangongjian looked at the old man in shock and exclaimed.
"Kill you, he just passed out in a coma, don't bluff." Liu Zhize really wanted to slap Nangong Sword. This kid doesn't understand anything, but he has to pretend to understand.
However, at this moment, a strong wind blew by, and the hair of the four of them was blown up.
"Who?" At the same time, Zhang Yi was the first to react, turning his head and looking at the stairs.
Liu Zhize also followed Guantong Nangong Sword and saw a young man walking out slowly with a cigarette in his mouth, clapping his hands.
"Papa!! Wonderful, really wonderful, I didn't expect Zhuge Liang to leave you so many treasures." The corner of the youth's mouth was slightly raised, and his face showed a sneer.
He was wearing a black suit and dyed red hair, which was nondescript.
Hearing the young man's words, Liu Zhize Guan Tong Zhang Yi raised his brows, and secretly said, this person is not simple, he even knew that Liu Zhize's things were left by Zhuge Liang.
"Who are you?" Guan Tong stood up, staring coldly at the young man who appeared suddenly.
"Eight formations, Qimen Dunjia technique, Yin soldiers, Tsk tsk, it's such a big handwriting. Presumably, the hundreds of thousands of your ancestors who were burned in the fire were made Yin soldiers by Zhuge Liang, but with your current strength, I can't possibly control it either."
The young man ignored Guan Tong, but continued to look at Liu Zhize and spoke slowly.
Liu Zhize raised his brows, his face suddenly became cold, and the young man in front of him was not an ordinary person at first glance, plus he knew so many things, he was probably of the same kind.
"Shao Te, what nonsense, what kind of forged yin soldier, just got it by chance, and, kid, your surname?" Liu Zhize sneered.
Haha~ If there are too many words, I won’t say whether it’s clear to you. First introduce yourself. Next Zhang Lingwu, ancestor, Zhang Jiao. "The young man leaned on the wall and squinted at Liu Zhize, as if proud of his identity.
"Fuck! The Yellow Turban Thief." Liu Zhize did not speak, but Nangong Jian on the side exclaimed.
I said! ! Zhang Lingwu almost spurted blood. He glared at Nangong Sword, and said angrily, "Well, can you speak? That's Taipingdao."
"To put it bluntly, it is the Yellow Turban Thief." Nangongjian touched his nose with a look of helplessness.
The Yellow Turban Thief is so literary about why the Yellow Turban Thief should say it.
The Yellow Turban Rogue, also known as the Yellow Turban Rebellion, I believe anyone who knows history knows that this rebellion was the biggest rebellion in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. The three brothers Zhang Jiao, Zhang Liang, and Zhang Bao were also dead in the midst of fighting against the sky. Huang Tiandang's name revived against the Han.
"Boy, you're looking for death." The young man snorted coldly, his figure disappeared in a flash, and the next moment he appeared directly in front of Nangong Jian.
His speed was so fast that people couldn't keep up, even Liu Zhize couldn't see clearly, the spiritual creature had already arrived in front of Nangong Sword.
Liu Zhize's complexion changed drastically, and he just wanted to make a move, but it was too late, and Nangongjian's complexion changed drastically. At this moment, he didn't even have the idea of hiding.
However, at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out and patted it out with a palm.
"Bang!!" Guantong's palms and Zhang Lingwu's palms collided with each other, making a sound.
"Ah!" Nangong Jian screamed, and the whole person was knocked out by this powerful impact.
As for Guan Tong and the spiritual creature, the two took two steps back one after another, and the two looked at each other with a little ugly expression.
"Descendants of the Guan family?" Zhang Lingwu's face sank and said in a deep voice.
He just had a hard touch with Guan Tong, and he knew Guan Tong's identity.
Guan Tong's blood-red eyes stared at him and snorted coldly. He doesn't have a beard, otherwise, he would have to stroke him.
"Aren't all the descendants of the Guan family killed by Pang Hui?" Zhang Lingwu exclaimed with a gloomy face.
When Wei and Shu fought, the Shu Han was defeated, and Pound’s son Pang would avenge his father and thus carried out a massacre on the Guan family. This is known to many people.
"Even if your Zhang family is destroyed, my Guan family will be fine." Guan Tong said coldly.
He had heard Guan Ping talk about this matter. If it weren't for Zhuge Liang's help, it is estimated that Guan's family had really been destroyed.
"Huh?" Hearing this, Zhang Yi was taken aback and turned to look at Guantong.
Feeling Zhang Yi's hot gaze, Guan Tong smiled awkwardly, and said, "It's not all the Zhang family, just the kid's family."
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