The fight was getting heated in the field, when suddenly I heard someone outside the field shouting: "I fell down and threw my sword, the patrolman stepped into a lunge with an iron ruler to block it, and slashed down.

The man unexpectedly attacked and kicked him from behind.

Po was good at swordsmanship, so he turned around and slashed horizontally, forcing the patrolman to withdraw his legs.

A diagonal slash, the patrol is in danger, and the iron ruler has no time to parry.

What a patrolman, he turned around and swept his legs to resolve the crisis. Po's big feet can run and jump, and he avoided it directly.

Oh, the thimble continues to numb, a pair of swords that have been lost for a long time in the world, it is really amazing..."

At first, the people were dissatisfied with Zhao Chuanxin's yelling, but with his explanation, they gradually started to understand.

For example, the trick of "thumbling the needle to extend the numbness" is not like when the needle is extended for presbyopia, the tip of the thread is trying to fit into the eye of the needle.

The sword is hemp, and the part in the middle of the three flutes of the patrol iron ruler is the needle nose.

I couldn't help but look at Zhao Chuanxin, then look at the field, and compare: "Oh, this is called specialization in the art!"

Jamingo leaned out in front, resting under the driver's seat and pointing: "Benjamin, turn west...wrong, you said the last intersection. Oops, he missed the best route, otherwise he would have missed the best route.

It’s straight, surrounded by lies, and it doesn’t make sense no matter how you go…”

Zhao Yixian stuck his head out: "Cough...tui..."

Zhao Yixian saw that they were all phoenix chicks and crouching dragons, so he simply said: "Come on, let's change places, and he will sit behind and direct."

He just retreated from the crowd, went back to the car, opened the window, lit a cigar and said: "Honk the horn and stand back."

Zhao Yixian believes in evil and uses various methods in turn.

However, the methods of using the old god's chamber pot and the old sacred altar are slightly different.

The leader, with black sleeves and savage boots, has a handsome face, a little baby fat on his face, two thick braids, and his dress and makeup are slightly different from those of the women and men at this time. He is someone else, it is Ah.

Treasure.

You now know who to hate.

Originally, she was going to stab a policeman in the arm with her sword, but after Zhao Chuanxin explained it, the policeman raised his iron ruler in time to block it, causing Abao to miss the mark.

This is what Jamin Goba has to do.

At that point, the people finally knew how to dodge.

In the front row, Zhao Yixian took out his drawing board, clipped the paper, took a pencil to finish painting, and designed the ring.

A grey-haired old woman smacked her lips and walked quickly after watching the silence.

The ring face is very unique, it is a coiled dragon.

I sensed this flame outside my consciousness in the same way I sensed the old sacred altar.

In reality, even though Jamingo has been here before, he still remembers every path.

Benjamin Ge and Zhao Chenqin looked under the driver's seat and asked: "Master, do you want me to assist you?"

The prisoner under the car pushed back his hair and bared his teeth in a lewd smile: "Suck it... Madam, I'm actually willing to rob the prison car for you. Even if I die, I'll be a ghost."

Zhao Yixian's heart moved.

Abao was shocked to find that it was He Gangde under the prison car.

In fact, the patrolman also made a bad mistake. He was about to succeed with a sweeper, but Zhao Chen had the opportunity to dodge it.

In the whole of Suzhou, there was just such a flashy foreign car, and Zhao Yixian was participating in the Spring Festival celebrations, causing foreigners to shed blood in Xiannongtan. Now, which patrolman knows that the car belongs to Zhao Yixian?

It's too complicated to kill a person outside the prison. It's just a matter of carrying the body out to show the public before death to warn the bandits outside Taihu Lake.

The two swords in Po's hands were now replaced by a spear.

In addition, He Gangde was captured again today, and Deberg gritted his teeth, so he sent a report to ask Taihu to perform drills to deter the Taihu pirates.

According to the person who swept up the bloodstains, the bright red color under the Xiannong altar was still gone despite using soap and a bristle brush.

I chuckled: "Only taking money, will it hurt your life? Oh, he is quite proud of his feelings, right? Do you want to use you to carve him a medal for the best Taihu pirate?"

The British Consul General Zhe Meisen who went to sea heard that one of his compatriots died in Suzhou. I didn't care who the culprit was, and I asked Deberg to find the culprit. I just wanted an explanation.

We gave Zhao Yixian various names of gods, such as those who came to earth to save the people.

What a nonsense!

Benjamin Gozhao kept honking his horn.

Zhao Yixian lazily got into the car, put his hands on his sleeves, and bared his teeth and said: "Bad dogs are blocking the road, and those who block the road are bad dogs."

The God of War is not the God of War, but he is so eloquent that what he said is really bad.

Abao was heartbroken, and became more filled with grief and indignation. After hearing what Zhao Yixian said, he was furious and cried: "You and your wife, the seven of us, have always been killed in collecting money. Your husband and I have also been collecting flowers in order to get money, but now we are listed in the criminal seal.

If you are caught in the trap of the law, you cannot escape death. Even if the heaven is a fair one, God will also make up for me. How can his evil monk say that I am a lucky man?"

Oh, now we see that a patrolman has failed..."

In the end, Abao Rabbit flew away, panting heavily and dripping with sweat.

I have tried every method I could think of, but the old sacred fire cannot be moved.

Then it’s complicated, just walk along the canal.

Zhao Chen was so angry that he put his spear into the ground hard, raised it again, and rushed towards Zhao Chenqin: "Today, you will first kill his shameless monk with a sharp tongue..."

Oh, Zhao Yixian suddenly realized, it turned out that He Gangde was executed at such a slow speed that he simply gave him a chance to die.

Zhao Yixian has his own rights, so he can go wherever he goes.

After thinking about it for a long time, I suddenly remembered the old sacred fire.

It turns out that the person who was making noise just now turned out to be Mr. Zhao.

The threads are moving, but the waves have not yet risen.

You stood up with your spear, blocking the road. Your eyes were filled with tears, but there was an evil look on your face.

The fight between the two sides became more and more chaotic, and Zhao Yixian explained that he was at a loss.

The prefect of Suzhou, De Berg, received the news as soon as Zhao Yixian was behind him.

They must be relics of the old gods. Will this old sacred fire operate in the same way as the old sacred altar?

A group of disguised Taihu bandits in front of Po started making noises, but there was not much sadness on their faces.

I know that the snake man's ability to control fire has something to do with the old sacred fire.

Benjamin Ge Zhao was obedient, stepped on the accelerator, shifted to seventh gear, and rushed backwards while blaring the whistle.

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Obviously he has experienced trouble.

A mouthful of spit accurately landed on the old woman's forehead.

Then it’s a test of technology.

The cloudy and translucent eyes were suddenly filled with tears, making them even more watery.

The faucet is exaggeratedly small, and holds a mini-large abacus bead in its mouth. There is no hole in the middle of the abacus bead, and space must be left in the hole to accommodate a miniature bearing.

Benjamin Ge Zhaozhuan speeds up and waits for you. When he was about to pass by, the old woman slammed the car and immediately sat on the ground: "Oh my God, someone was killed. Xiaojiajingli..."

How come a Chinese New Year celebration turned into a murder scene?

However, after walking a short distance, a group of men wearing ragged coats suddenly appeared behind them, each holding a sword.

Abao raised his spear and pointed it at Zhao Yixian: "It's all his fault for delaying you from rescuing your husband. His mean-mouthed monk, kill him first to sacrifice your husband's spirit in heaven."

Zhao Yixian gave up.

Yes, every bridge is open to traffic.

But I heard Zhao Chuanxin continue to shout: "A Bao's body is soft, and he kicks from the middle and back. One sword throws the sword, one sword shows a cold light, two swords cut the bones and bones, three swords scare the ghosts and gods...

I carry the ecstasy lamp on my back at all times, even when I sleep.

The clouds are light but the wind is heavy...

I am also afraid of overturning. Even if the car overturns, it is difficult to get hurt at that speed.

Seeing that the two people behind were still arguing about the route, Zhao Yixian became angry: "What the hell is that long mouth for? Just go up and ask for directions?"

The difficulty is whether there is a spray gun, methane and hydrogen and oxygen. If he wants to weld gold and silver, Zhao Yixian is really confused.

Cutting metal, no matter how small or large it is, is difficult for Zhao Yixian as long as it is visible to the naked eye.

When I steal the old sacred fire, the snake people will play with fire.

I looked around and saw silence.

When he saw this Rolls-Royce, his body was shaken and he pushed the old lady away: "Get away, that one with the long eyes always dies."

Normally, this old woman would try to hide behind me, but you are the one who is still dawdling.

Yes, Zhao Yixian knew all that.
To be continued...