"If the Master's apprentice is just someone who can talk, it would really disappoint me." Wang Huan said indifferently: "As for your guess of me, I can only say nonsense. Use you less. The devil’s head guessed my thoughts, it would look particularly ridiculous."
Zhou Fei closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then pulled the knife out of the ice.
"Come on, fight a pain."
Wang Huan still maintains his high-ranking monk's design, no matter what he does, he must first make an effort, and Beier has the kind of fan.
"If I don't go to hell, who goes to hell? Amitabha."
"Grass, people like you must go to hell."
After Zhou Fei finished speaking, he slashed across the board.
The ice began to crack from his feet.
The crack is like a tree that has been attacked by two-way foil, sticking to the ground, densely covered.
It's like a firework blooming close to the ground.
Brilliant and brilliant.
Wang Huan raised his head, and a snowflake fell in the sky.
The sky was still clear before, and it has been clouded since when I don't know.
God only gave Datang half a sunny day.
This time the snowfall, I don't know how long it will last.
Don't look at it now that only one snowflake has fallen.
However, this may become the last snowflake to crush Datang.
Wang Huan reached out and caught it, keeping the temperature of the palm of his hand consistent with the temperature of the snowflakes, so that the snowflakes would not melt.
Snowflake has a shape, usually a rhombus with irregular hexagons, and of course there are quadrilaterals and pentagons. Each snowflake is different, just like you can never find two leaves with a single glance.
Wang Huan's eyes suddenly became full of Zen. At this moment, he really fits the personality of a high monk.
His eyes are compassionate.
He is not looking at snowflakes, but the world.
One flower one world, one leaf one Tathagata.
Wang Huan let out a light sigh.
The fluttering snowflakes actually paused for half a second.
Time and space are still!
Although it was only half a second, Wang Huan used such a behavior to show that he was far superior to Zhou Fei's realm and cultivation.
The pinnacle of God's hidden realm!
The snowflakes that floated again suddenly became extremely violent. They revolved around Wanghuan at a fast speed, gradually changing from chaos and disorder to awe-inspiring order, from a huge army to a regular army, and countless snowflakes condensed into an Arhat statue.
This is a big
The Arhat with a bowel movement, grinning, should be the legendary Happy Arhat.
Arhat's long sound is deafening.
The sword energy that Zhou Fei drew came to an abrupt halt, and the hand holding the handle of the sword was a little numb, and the tiger's mouth had several cracks.
"Devil!" Wang Huan let out a soft drink, and Happy Arhat flew over.
Zhou Fei swung his knife to block, and was hit by Luo Han heavily.
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When the snow fell, Meng Zhulu ordered a rapid march!
Must rush to Yuncheng before dark.
Yuncheng has sent messengers to inform that the food needed by Chang'an was prepared yesterday. This is the last batch of food that Yuncheng can provide. If it is given to Chang'an, then Yuncheng will suffer a tragedy of cannibalism.
Moreover, this batch of food is not safe to put in Yuncheng. There are too many hungry people in the city, rumors are everywhere, and some people take the opportunity to incite the people to make trouble. The prefect of Yuncheng Huizhi was already overwhelmed, and even had a biological idea for a while.
In addition to the civil strife in the city, a large number of refugees and mountain bandits gathered outside Yuncheng. Most of them were ordinary people who fell into the grass because they were too hungry, just to snatch a bite to eat. Yuncheng is the Laocheng of Chang'an, and has always been the second granary of Chang'an. These bandits knew very well that Changan had to pull food from Yuncheng if he wanted to be rescued.
They have tasted the sweetness once before, so this time they are going to repeat their tricks and grab one more time.
Driven by hunger, the prestigious name of the Meng Family Army can no longer scare these people.
There is only white rice in their eyes.
Meng Zhulu kept sending the sentry to the front to investigate, almost a carpet-like investigation. Although it was safe, it also slowed the pace of the army's advance. If the weather is still sunny, Meng Zhulu can always stick to this approach. But now it's snowing again, the same method won't work, no matter what's ahead, you must speed up.
Meng Zilu rode a horse and walked at the forefront of the team. In this way, he warned the bandits who were ready to move. It was Meng Zilu who was transporting food. If you are not afraid of death, come and have a try.
On the top of a mountain, hundreds of bandits were ambushing here, and the top of the mountain was the leader of the bandits, and a man wrapped in black robes.
His voice was very hoarse, as if his throat had been scalded by a red iron bump, and it was very difficult to speak. However, it was such a drake voice that was respected by all the bandits.
The reason is simple. Without this black robe man, 80% of bandits would starve to death!
It was he who brought the news of food delivery, he killed the top officials of the first batch of food transportation teams, and he trained a group of high-level bandits in the shortest possible time.
Without him, there would be no bandit team now.
Even some mountain bandits, under his brainwashing, prepared to do the mountain bandits as a lifelong career.
In the past, many refugees joined mountain bandits, it was nothing more than a bite to eat. When the wind and snow passed, they were still going to go back to farming and farming. But now many people have changed their minds and feel that mountain bandits are a promising career. One ticket can be used to set up farming for a year, and if you have money, you can go to the best brothel in the city to play. Those little ladies who usually don’t even look at themselves, are now throwing themselves on top of each other, taking a mouthful of them. Screaming, very happy.
"Military teacher, when will we do it?" The bandit boss called Tao Kuan. He was a stout man with a stout personality. He was more than 1.9 meters tall. It is really rare that he can grow so tall these days. He gave his wife back because his wife had stolen someone. All 36 members of the adulterer's family were slaughtered, and then a group of street gangsters became entangled in the street.
On weekdays, he would do things like robbing the house, and never thought about doing anything with the army. After all, the fighting power of Datang's army was the first in the world, and it was a group of mobs that could rival them.
As a result, the last time the Datang army was attacked by the collective, it was not their opponent at all. That battle allowed Tao Kuan to show confidence with his men, so even if he faced the world-famous Meng Zhulu this time. The marshal did not feel embarrassed.
Instead, there is a kind of eager excitement.
If you can defeat Meng Zilu, wouldn't it be famous in the world
It's really exciting to think about it!
The soldier in his mouth was a black-robed man. Hearing Tao Kuan's words, he said, "Do you want to be famous in the first battle, or do you want food?"
Tao Kuan licked his face and said, "I want both."
"Then wait." The black-robed man said: "Tell my brothers, let Meng Zhulu go over, and wait until they come out of Yuncheng. According to Meng Zhulu's habit, he will definitely leave Yuncheng at midnight. This is an incomparable match for the emperor. Loyal man. The second emperor is still starving in Chang'an. How could he spend the night in Yuncheng? That's when we started."
Tao Kuan rubbed his hands excitedly: "Understand, understand."
(End of this chapter)