Taoist Wugui appeared on the long street with his sword in his hand. The slightly rusty iron sword fell slightly, and the strong wind that had just stirred up sharply cut off the barrel of the pistol in Pan Zhiyong's hand.

It can be imagined that if this sword was aimed at Pan Zhiyong's neck, the person named Pan might have already been awarded the title here.

Of course, if someone else does this, Wuqi cannot do it.

He is a decent person and talks about rules.

He looked at Pan Zhiyong in front of him, as well as the seven or eight masters and more than thirty men around him, and said slowly: "I said that I have always hated the use of firearms in the martial arts world. He could concentrate on practicing and practice martial arts. With the work in his hands, he insisted on taking that shortcut, which made people confused. Pan Zhiyong, when you were on the mountain, I couldn't stand you. I didn't expect that after going down the mountain, I became even more bastard and didn't talk about the rules at all."

Wugui's appearance made Pan Zhiyong look very ugly. He had made many speculations before and thought about many possibilities, but he didn't expect that this ruthless guy would come out to make trouble.

However, he is also a person who can stretch and bend and knows Wugui's troubles, so he doesn't care about the other party pointing at his nose and scolding, but says, "Senior Brother Wugui, this is a personal grudge between me and Gan Mo. Please don't interfere randomly, otherwise things will cause trouble, and the relationship between our classmates will probably be disrupted."

Hahaha……

Wugui couldn't help laughing, and then asked, "She is in love with his classmates? What a big deal between Dao and you..."

As he spoke, he had already come closer. The little carpenter took a breath and bowed to him, "Master Wugui."

Wugui waved his hand impatiently and said proudly: "Don't be self-indulgent. I'm not here to save you, I just simply hate Pan Zhiyong."

The little carpenter did not refute, but said respectfully: "No matter what, I would like to thank the Taoist priest for helping him."

Wugui didn't look at him anymore and turned to stare at Pan Zhiyong, but he replied: "After that being said, if you have a good craft like you, it would be a pity if you really die..."

The two of them appreciate each other, but Pan Zhiyong couldn't bear it anymore.

He was so short of time that he had no time to let these two guys "flirt with each other". He raised his hands and ordered everyone around him to rush forward and fight quickly, and at least kill the target Gan Mo.

Most of the people who came to encircle and suppress the little carpenters this time were recruited by Huamen, including Gui Li from the Ghost King Temple, and a small number of them were direct descendants who had been with Pan Zhiyong for many years.

Among these people, the latter is naturally like an arm and finger, and he is easy to greet, but there is a slight difference in ability.

The former has outstanding personal abilities, but the cooperation, trust, and various problems exposed by each other are quite complicated. Because of this, Huamen allows the most powerful Pan Zhiyong to coordinate the front and back and arrange command.

But Pan Zhiyong did not take the position of "Huamen Guardian", so there were more or less lacks in prestige.

After he ordered, the people who followed him and Gui Li, who had the greatest hatred, immediately rushed towards the magic circle that Qu Menghu temporarily pieced together. However, the rest of the people were obviously suffering from Qu Menghu's losses, and they were still scared, so they only wandered around the periphery and did not go forward with all their strength.

Pan Zhiyong wanted to break the formation and get the people, but unexpectedly he was stopped by Wugui.

That guy was powerful and stuck there. It was impossible to ignore it, so Pan Zhiyong had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight Wugui.

Wugui's hand was a rusty iron sword, while Pan Zhiyong's hand was a dark gold knife.

This knife is ancient and wide, and looks very original. There are dragon patterns on the blade, and a dark golden light appears at the dent. You can tell at a glance that it is a weapon of great origin.

When Qu Menghu was pestered by Pan Zhiyong just now, he suffered a lot of losses.

At this moment, Wugui's long sword spread out and stopped Pan Zhiyong. The two of them came and blocked him here, making it impossible for him to command everyone to break the formation quickly.

Pan Zhiyong's goal is a little carpenter, so naturally he has no intention of entangling Wugui. However, Wugui's sword is like a maggot on the bone. If you ignore it, it will bite you. After a few rounds of this, Pan Zhiyong felt hopeless to break free and was immediately annoyed.

He cursed at Wugui, "Wugui Zamao, don't think you are domineering in Qingcheng. I'm afraid of you. I just gave your master face. Since you are shameless, don't blame me for being rude..."

Wugui laughed and said yes, I like your spirit. Come on, I want to see how you are so rude to me.

The dark golden knife in Pan Zhiyong's hand was slammed, flipped suddenly, and slashed towards Wugui.

His sword technique is also very particular. When the knife strikes, there are three waves in a row, one wave is even higher than the other wave, and the force surges, and the Yangguan is three-stacked.

Wugui responded with one hand and the sound of the clattering sound. While resisting, he smiled and said, "Oh, Pan Zhiyong, so many years have passed, why have you made no progress at all? Hurry up and get up. With this little trick now, I want to be rude to me, it's a bit uneasy."

Pan Zhiyong did not argue with him, but slashed in silence. After about ten rounds, he took out two pills from his arms and put them in his mouth.

As soon as he took the pill, his eyes glowed, and his skin was filled with light. Then he waved his long knife, but there was a whistling sound of wind, and his power suddenly increased several times.

His momentum increased greatly, but he suppressed Wugui in reverse.

Wugui saw Pan Zhiyong's majesty at this moment and looked a little serious, but he was not forgiven and continued, "Hey, it's just a little bit of ambition now."

He took a little more serious, and the iron sword in his hand began to change, but it was like a phantom, which was difficult to capture.

As Wugui's sword technique became more and more exquisite, Pan Zhiyong's power gained by taking the medicine increased sharply, and the advantages he brought were not enough, because although his dark gold sword was full of power and had a thousand pounds of force in every move, he almost never hit the opponent's sword. Instead, he was made several times extremely critical by Wugui's exquisite sword technique and almost died.

At this moment, the hidden danger of taking medicine emerged. Because the sudden increase in strength brought about unfamiliar speed, Wugui was able to suppress him again with his body skills and sword skills.

Pan Zhiyong had all his strength, but he punched the cotton, his face turned red and his eyes were blistering.

However, there was no reason why he could make Wugui take it so seriously. After several defeats, he immediately retreated, then pulled out three talismans from his arms, muttering words, and then the talisman burned. His entire aura changed again. Not only did his body become light and agile, but the dark gold knife, the blade rubbed against the air, and a golden flame appeared, and the air became extremely hot.

After the blessing of the talisman, Pan Zhiyong once again gained the upper hand. Not only that, he also asked someone to come and help, and surrounded Wugui with Tu Song and others.

Tu Song and Wugui also seemed to have old grudges, so they gave up on Soft Persimmon and came to cause trouble for him.

With Tu Song's strong help and the support of several others, Wu Ge's space for display became much smaller and his face became serious.

On the other hand, the rest, led by Situ Po, Ying Ge and others, broke the fire formation arranged by Qu Menghu. Eighteen wooden arrows broke one by one, and the little carpenter and Qu Menghu once again faced the enemy and fell into a hard battle.

Not far away, Su Ciwen, her master Zhou Bai, and several disciples from Emei Jinding were all in a difficult battle.

Two of the Emei disciples were injured, covered in blood and looked shaky.

The little carpenter was already red in his eyes. Because he was surrounded by people and all of them were masters, he couldn't use it, but he used the ladder to climb the sky and jumped directly onto the roof along the street.

Through his flexible and agile skills, he opened the front line, making it impossible for the enemy to take him down in a short time.

He is delaying time and waiting.

Fortunately, when it comes to how to treat him, Huamen’s requirement is to capture him as much as possible. Only Pan Zhiyong gave the order to kill him for the sake of his good deeds, so the little carpenter was not so dangerous.

But even so, he was in danger and felt that he could not hold on.

With another injury and falling from the roof, the little carpenter's confidence was a little close to the brink of collapse.

Will Qu Menghu’s expectations be disappointed?

He fell into the stinky ditch and barely got up. Before he could stand up, several people rushed towards him. Among them, Situ Po was the most terrifying - this man not only suppressed him from his strength, but also had a rich experience in fighting with others, which made the little carpenter unable to perform at all.

The little carpenter fought with the other party two more times, but after Han Xuedao was picked up, the guy kicked the chest and flew out of the alley and landed heavily on the stone road on the street.

puff……

The little carpenter was frustrated and spurted out a mouthful of blood. Without waiting for him to get up again, Situ Po had already flew over.

The injured little carpenter felt a disorder in his breath, and the dantian was extremely sour, and he actually lost contact with the spirit of the real dragon. He was a little powerless. He was about to be approached by Situ Po, but he was helpless.

However, just when the little carpenter was almost desperate, a sword flew from the sky and inserted it in front of the little carpenter.

It then picked up, but shot towards Situ Po.

Situ Po was so scared that he was so scared that he rolled back a few times, and hid in the distance.

The little carpenter got up and saw the sword suddenly flying up, then fell into the hands of a man with a stern face.

Li Jinchan.

The little carpenter then realized that not only Li Jinchan had arrived, but Taoist Jinping and Siyan, as well as several people who were dressed the same as them had also arrived here.

This was just from Qingcheng Mountain. On the other side, next to Su Ciwen and others, he saw Dong Xiuxin and several familiar faces from the Grand Marshal's Mansion's Internship. However, there were about twenty people, and they were now fan-shaped and surrounded the thugs of the flower gate.

Further away, some people appeared, looking at their dress, they looked like they were from Brother Pao.

That should be someone from the Jinguan City Pao Brother Association.
Chapter completed!