Luo Da waved his hand and dismissed his men. He raised his head and stared at the old men of the Wen family with a look from his swollen eyes: "This matter is not over yet!"
The uncle was quick with his hands and feet. After a while, the bright red and dazzling poisonous blood slowly flowed out from the hollow bamboo needle. Luo Laoer breathed a long sigh of relief, moved his hands and feet, jumped up and stood in front of his brother, staring at him and yelling. : "Wen family, let's fight again!"
Mr. Wen shook his head with a smile: "Pull him down. If I beat you again, you will lose. wWW.qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo.COm He is our grandson." He pointed at Wen Leyang, who was a little at a loss, and continued: "He has already spoken. Signal, we all stop, you two old guys are the only ones who are unwilling to let go and hurt people, Luo Er, you are not unjust for being poisoned, Luo Da, you deserve to be beaten!"
Boss Luo can only see through the slits of his eyelids now, and his chin is raised almost parallel to the ground. Only in this way can he see Wen Leyang's face. "Grandpa, is it me? Is that called opening your mouth to signal? Are you from the Wen family? That's right." Caught by the monk?"
Wen Leyang shook his head, and without thinking about anything else, he directly asked the four grandfathers: "What are you..."
Mr. Wen was so straightforward that he temporarily suppressed his questions and answered directly: "As soon as we arrived at Mount Emei, we were intercepted by a group of evil monks. We were able to deal with it at first, but later monks with more evil magic came and we were finally arrested. Come here, boy, we Wen Bu Cao have fallen a lot this time! But I didn’t expect that the people named Luo also came within two days. They are even more unlucky than us. The things we carry with us, the poison, the monks They didn’t even move, but all the corpses of the Luo family were wiped out by the bald donkeys!”
The two leaders of the Luo family snorted at the same time.
Mr. Wen laughed and continued: "The group of monks cast a spell here, and people can move as normal in the yard, but as soon as they get close to the wall, people will be bounced back. From light kung fu to digging holes, in a few months we thought We tried our best, but we couldn't get out. When the Fourth Brother got angry, he planted a moon miasma in the yard. We couldn't get out, and the monks didn't want to come in!"
Wen Leyang randomly found a courtyard wall and walked over quickly. Sure enough, as soon as he got close to the wall, a soft force immediately rose up and firmly blocked his steps. He leaned forward and tested his strength. Then he began to stride back, slowly accumulating strength.
Boss Luo pointed his chin at Grandpa Wen's forehead and laughed out loud: "Are you descendants of the Wen family so confident?" Before he could finish his words, a violent wind suddenly rose from his side, and Wen Leyang had already exerted all his strength. Galloping, he rushed under the courtyard wall like lightning, using the inertia of his heavy body like an angry dragon to smash himself against the hard stone wall!
There was no sound. Boss Luo only felt that the ground under his feet was suddenly pulled by a huge force, expanded hard, and then quickly contracted. Wen Leyang's figure had disappeared before his eyes, and a human figure with large characters appeared on the wall of the courtyard. This boy His posture when he hit the wall was deeply recorded.
Everyone opened their mouths in surprise. Dust began to fall from around the courtyard wall where Wen Leyang crashed. Originally it was an insurmountable restriction. Now it's like plastic being corroded by acid. The gap is quietly widening. It has gradually expanded from a human figure to enough for two buses to enter the gap in the ground side by side.
The moment Wen Leyang touched the wall. Every joint in the body was shaking. Use the wrong punch to unleash all the poisonous power in your body. The electric light and flint eroded through the mottled ancient wall. Penetrate and come out. Changli was standing outside. Looking at him with a smile.
Whether it's a magic weapon, a spell or a ban. The person who casts the spell is possessed by God. Taking advantage of the situation. Except for refining poison. The greatest advantage of the wrong fist left by Master Tuo Xie is that it can destroy the slightest trace of exorcism with its poisonous power. The soul is broken. All spells turn into air.
Wen Leyang looked around warily. He asked Chang Li in a low voice: "Did you alert the monk?"
Changli smiled softly. The whole night sky lit up. A few traces of gratuitous charm floated gently. The somewhat confusing reply was: "Monk? Not a monk."
A chin peeked out from the gap furtively...
Uncle Luo looked around in disbelief: "The spell... is the spell broken?"
Footsteps that were more agile than a civet cat sounded quickly. Even the second, third, and fourth oldest members of the Wen family, who were not worried about life and death, had their faces full of surprise. They followed the uncle and walked out. Wen Bucao's dead character and Crow Ridge's Centipede, More than a hundred figures were either light or stiff, but their movements were strange and fast, and they swam out of the gap in the black hole. After a while, these figures disappeared into every corner, occupying every position that was conducive to sniping. Several owners.
Mr. Wen was stunned for a moment when he saw a handsome man standing outside, and whispered angrily to Wen Leyang: "Don't imitate your uncle!"
Wen Leyang was shocked. Changli was an out-and-out witch. She was moody. She was smiling one second, but she might cut him into pieces the next, even though she had a close relationship with the Wen family. , but Wen Leyang was not sure whether she would suddenly turn against him. Just as he was about to open his mouth to explain a few words, he suddenly felt alarmed, and the skin all over his body tensed up for no reason, as if some huge danger was quietly approaching.
Changli glanced at him in surprise, smiled softly and said, "It's getting more and more interesting." As he said that, he raised his beautiful eyes and looked forward.
A monk was running towards them with a face full of panic. He neither deliberately avoided nor slowed down his steps. When he was about to enter the ambush circle of the Dead Man and Centipede, he suddenly stopped and said, "You... what are you doing?" Come out, go back quickly, it will be terrible if the monks in front know about it."
The monk was in his thirties, with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a plump face, but his mouth was too small and his lips were red.
Mr. Wen's eyes flashed fiercely, and he chuckled: "Master, something happened in the yard!" As he spoke, he stepped forward, and the other three grandfathers followed him sideways to protect him. Before they were captured, they fought with the monks from the Great Compassion Temple for several days. Although the monks knew magic, they were only physically stronger than ordinary people. They would still scream and fall to the ground when encountering poison.
The little-mouthed monk shook his head rapidly and kept urging in a hasty tone: "Go back quickly, go back quickly, you have to go back if anything happens..."
The uncle continued to talk perfunctorily, pretending to be mysterious and said: "Master, there is a ghost in the yard!"
Wen Leyang turned his head to look at Changli, who just stared at the monk thoughtfully, frowning slightly, with a faint layer of doubt covering his bright and delicate facial features, and ignored him at all.
Whether it was the leaders of the Wen and Luo families or the secretly serving masters, they had tensed up their whole bodies, ready to kill with one blow at any time. The monk with a small mouth didn't seem to notice the murderous killing in the air at all. He frowned and shouted: "Nonsense, how can there be monsters and monsters in the Buddhist holy land!"
Changli suddenly smiled and interrupted: "Really not?"
The monk with a small mouth was stunned and looked at her strangely.
Wen Leyang knew that he could not control the witch, so he hurriedly walked to the grandfather's side and said in a supportive voice: "There is really a ghost... How else would we get out?"
The monk with a small mouth seemed to be a little flustered by the group of people talking to each other. He followed the sound and looked at Wen Leyang. He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but suddenly made a funny face towards him, raised his head slightly, and raised his nose. He stroked rapidly, with a frequency that no human being could achieve. His entire face contracted and expanded rapidly with the movement of his nose, as if an invisible big hand was pinching his face.
Master Wen saw the monk's face twitching. He stopped in confusion and looked back at the fourth master: "What did you do..." Before the elder master could finish his words, the little-mouthed monk had stopped twitching and spoke with a greedy expression. The frightening eyes were fixed on Wen Leyang. Trembling with great desire, he stretched out a hand and whispered to Wen Leyang: "Bring it here!"
Chang Li also smiled crisply beside him: "Give it to him."
Wen Leyang was confused: "What?" (Quanben Novel Website www.qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo.com)