"Dai Junchou's shoes don't seem to fit your feet. Why don't you stop here. My host is hospitable, please stay for a year and a half." In the middle of the visitor is a big bearded man with a big waist and a pair of eight-sided purple gold in his hand. Hammer. It was the scribe on the left who was speaking. The white shirt was not wrinkled, the blue trousers were stiff, and the leather shoes were spotless. On the right hand is a ugly dwarf with small eyes and a collapsed nose. His face is covered with biting marks. He is no more than five feet tall. His arms and legs are extremely thin, but his head is bigger than the average person, which is extremely dissonant.
"So the three are trying to force us to stay?" Dai Juncho casually played with sabers, "The three really regard themselves as the number one person. Abandoner of the Five Poison Cult, the scars on your face are really real. It's ugly; there are only a few who play with hammers in the rivers and lakes. The one who can pick up the eight-sided purple gold hammer must be the brainless Jinling King sledgehammer; as for this scribe, you were the one who conspired against me last time. You are not good at learning. Didn't kill me last time, do you still want to try this time?" Feng put a gun and a stick in his words, and immediately choked the anger of the three people on the opposite side.
"Wow, deceive people too much, take me a hammer!" The sledgehammer is the most anxious, and the round arm is a hammer against Feng's Tianling cover. The hammer is sinking in a hurry, and the tiger is in the wind, and it is close. The hand next to him seemed to be holding a cup of tea, and he didn't rush or slow down, and he took down the inevitable hammer without hurriedly. "It's better to get close to us. I don't know if it was your hammer sinking or my fist sinking." Dou Mu Hao took the posture as he spoke, stepped on a series of steps, changed his shape to Feng's face, his fists were like wind. , A round of fast breaks hit the upper three lanes, and the hammer man had to retreat again and again. After retreating to the fifth step, the man only got to the Dou Mu Hao to take a breath, regained his footing, hitting his body with one hammer and facing the enemy with one hammer. Dou Muqi came into the world like a King Kong, without anger and prestige. Although his fists were like wind and electricity, he kept a "quiet" in his heart. The power of the King Kong permeated the whole body, and the skin showed a layer of light gold, the muscles were as hard as a rock, and the fists shook the eight-sided purple gold hammer hard, and it was not letting down the wind when the sound was heard.
"King Kong is not bad! This servant is an expert in Zen sect, I am afraid that Wang Sledgehammer will suffer! Wait for me to help him!" The one who was talking was an outcast of the Five Poison Cult. Without seeing how he moved, a group of bees pressed against the face of Dou Muxie. Rush away.
"Be careful, it's the killer bee of the Five Poison Sects! Don't be careless!" Guijinyang recognized the goods and immediately supported him. As the name suggests, the bee is extremely poisonous, and the toxin of a bee can be put into a scalper, which is quite terrifying in the Yunnan-Guizhou area. The Ghost Golden Goat was holding the Hundred Flowers San, which specializes in fighting all kinds of flying insects, and was waiting to take action immediately if the situation was critical.
"Broken!" This roar of Dou Muqi made Dantian Zhenli, using the power of the Buddhist lion roar, which was originally a trick to break all kinds of hypnosis and bewitching people's hearts, but now it is like a compressed air bomb, hitting the swarm of bees. The effect is very good. Sure enough, the door-killing bee was wiped out, and no one was left dead.
"This guy doesn't have bad breath, right." Gui Jinyang was shocked, it was too easy. Doesn't this monk brush his teeth every day
"It ruined my door-killing bee! I'm fighting with you!" The abandoned disciples of the Five Poison Sect were very low, and the top of their heads could not reach the waist of the vajra-like Doumu Hao, holding a golden silkworm dagger, and looking at Doumu. Hao's Xia Sanlu is a stab!
"Come and come one to one, you and I make gestures." The ghost golden sheep couldn't stand any longer, and took out his own soul chasing thorn, a long needle, and counterattacked the opponent's throat cartilage.
The dwarf was already short, but now he shrank his neck and bowed his head. It was more like a ball of flesh, just a big head, which was very strange. A golden silkworm dagger was obviously poisoned, and it was green and shining, which made people guilty of chills. His kung fu is fists and rubbing the legs, all of which are low kung fu. The dagger is like making his fist grow sharp and thorns, which is difficult to deal with.
Ghost Golden Goat's kung fu assassination, the soul chaser stabs the path of the judge's pen, pierces and jabs, the white ape offers a peach on the left, and the fairy draws the needle on the right. The body is agile and elegant, so chic! The ghost golden sheep is already mature, and there is no joy or anger on his face. At this time, he dyed some harsh colors, but it brought out the loneliness.
It seems that the comparison is martial arts, but in fact the martial arts of the two of them are quite different from that of Dou Mu Hao. The two of them have their left hands kept in their sleeves, waiting for opportunities. What they compare is poison. The ghost doctor didn't rely on this ghost chasing thorn to get the name of the ghost, and the reputation of the dwarf Hundred Poison Boy was naturally not earned by the golden silkworm dagger. Others don't know, the two of them have long since become a dead place. There are more than twenty kinds of poisons of various colors. It's just that the two of them have very good physical resistance.
The scribe has not spoken, but at this moment, he started to challenge himself: "You are the guy who will curse the darkness. We didn't fight that day, so I can't miss it again this time." On the person's double pupil, except for the instant dilation of the eyes, there was no sign in the whole body.
Feng just watched quietly, all of this was still under his control. The enemy is nothing but you, and Dai Junchoi suddenly has an arrogance in his heart. Recently, I have fought with Mr. Liang. Every time I have come from desperation, I have been beaten under pressure. Since this battle can take advantage, it is better to fight elegantly. Some.
"Dou Mu Hao, hurry up, we have to go back to eat!" Feng did not greet others, and first shouted towards Dou Mu Hao, who had the greatest advantage.
"Okay!" Dou Mu Hao fist has heavy shadows, and it is difficult to distinguish between false and true. At this time, a good word is spit out on the chest, a type of "I-like" pushes away the right-hand heavy hammer, and a pattern of "all beings" is like a thousand-handed Guanyin, bypassing the defense of the left hand, and it is in the middle of the chest. . Turning his body and stepping sideways, with a elbow hammer, the king's sledgehammer, which has been disrupted by a square inch, flew like a kite and flew out more than ten feet. He vomited blood and fainted when his eyes went dark.
"The curse of darkness cannot be cursed by you, how does my purple pupil feel?" My eyes returned to normal, but the scribe had already withered. His whole body twitched as if he was in great fear, and he said something like, "Don't, don't touch my eyes! Don't come over." His hands waved weakly in the air, as if to grab something.
"What's wrong with him?" The layman really couldn't see the way in this scene, so he could only let the person explain it.
"I short-circuited his nerves with Dementia, and then introduced his dark curse into his own mind. Now he is immersed in his dream, and he can't wake up without an hour."
"It's that simple?" Feng was disappointed. He thought there was something exciting. He heard that Gu Sect casts a spell to change his robe, and his clothes are similar to bikinis.
"What do you think? Is it possible for me to do it too?" Pouting a little bit of dissatisfaction.
The match between the ghost doctor and the dwarf was also divided over there. The ghost stab of the ghost and the golden sheep stopped at the Baihui point of the dwarf, and the dwarf's golden silkworm dagger had just pierced the ghost of the golden sheep's coat. The two were so stalemate, neither of them moved.