"The white clouds are faint, and a bald man came to the north of the mountain. The child asked, why do you have no head, no head,..."

"What is this singing? It's so ugly?" The Northern Saint heard this and his brows gathered together.

"Is this a mountain song?" said Chuan Saint. He had never heard such a strange mountain song.

"Sage? Isn't this right? The singing sounds like he is scolding you two?" "Su Guier's still a little knowledgeable. After listening to the singing several times, he actually felt that he was cursing.

The Northern Saint said in surprise: "Call us? What do we have to do with him? Why do you scold us?"

At this time, "Su Guier" thought about it and quickly replied: "Two saints, listen to it? The 'white clouds are faint' are talking about the clouds in the sky? The masters in the Lingyuan realm call the Great Sage. The Great Sage can step on the clouds, and they are talking about saints like you two?"

"Although it is a bit far-fetched, it can be explained." Chuan Shengren said.

"What about the back?" said the Northern Saint.

At this time, "Su Guier" quickly replied: "Then it was Sima Zhao's heart. "There is a bald man from the north of the mountain. The "shan" can be explained as the word "chuan", which refers to the Sichuan Saint, and the word "bei" is better explained. That is the Northern Saint.

The man first said that the saint from North Sichuan was a bald man, and then asked why he lost his head... "

"Hey!"

After the explanation of "Su Guier", he almost got angry with the lungs of the saint in northern Sichuan. Who did you provoke this early morning?

"Let's go over and see who is scolding us without knowing the truth?"

The saints in northern Sichuan were about to get angry and took the people all the way, looking at the people wearing straw raincoats and fishing on the roadside.

At this moment, I saw that this person was a lunatic.

I sit on the side of the road early in the morning and fish. There is not even water under the roadbed. Do you think your brain must be normal, can I do this?

"Hey? What are you shouting here in the early morning?"

When ‘Su Guier’ approached, she felt that the other party might be a lunatic.

The saints in northern Sichuan also think so. A man wearing a straw raincoat and a straw hat, fishing in the grass. Isn’t this a lunatic, what is this?

So when we got closer, everyone's anger was half gone, because you were with a lunatic or a fool, why bother!

"I'm called "Shi Ge". I specifically advise those who deserve to die, and look back!"

The fisherman on the roadside said quietly. When the "Su Guier" heard it, he was stunned because he heard the sound familiar, but he was not sure.

At this moment, the northern saint said, "Boy? Don't pretend to be mysterious. If you fish on the roadside, can you really catch fish?"

"This fishing is an artistic conception, and it may not be fish, but......"

The man in a straw raincoat gently lifted his fishing rod and threw the fishing line upwards. A red carp flew out of the grass.

The carp swung its tail in the air, and the water splashed.

"Haha, fish, fish, I can catch you here, hahaha!"

The mysterious man in the straw raincoat laughed, took off the carp, and threw it back into the grass.

The saint from northern Sichuan was shocked and thought to himself: Is this a master? You can catch lively carp in the grass.

"It's a trick to fool things up,..." "Su Guier' didn't believe it, but the man in a straw raincoat said: "In this world, I can save some people, and some people, no matter how I save them, I can't save them, hahahahaha!"

After the straw raincoat man said that, he laughed loudly, took off the straw hat on his head and threw it away together.

At this moment, the 'Su Guier' was stunned for a moment, her pupils suddenly dilated, and then she howled like a pig: "Ye Xiuwen, Ye Xiuwen, he is Ye Xiuwen!"

"Ah? Ye Xiuwen?"

When the two sages of Sichuan North heard this, they were also shocked. Unexpectedly, before he came to the door, Ye Xiuwen came by himself.

The Northern Saint's eyes gathered and exclaimed: "When the Blue Magician came to repay him, wouldn't he say he only had the ninth level of vitality?"

"It's so fast, it's so fast that it's actually improved in several months. It's a genius." Saint Chuan also sighed.

"Hmph, it's just a pity. I'm a little stupid. If we don't go to find him, he actually came to him by himself." The Northern Saint said again, completely pursuing Ye Xiuwen.

But at this moment, Ye Xiuwen smiled and said, "The two saints in northern Sichuan are still famous in the world."

"Don't beat the horses. Today, the Second Saints are here to kill you."

"Su Guier" yelled before Ye Xiuwen finished speaking. He was completely ruling against the power of the people.

But seeing the 'Su Guier' looking anxious, Ye Xiuwen smiled faintly and asked, "Two saints, can't you even control your own dog?"

The two saints in northern Sichuan frowned slightly, and the saint of northern China glanced at 'Su Guier' and scolded: "This is not your part, go aside."

"Well?"

"Su Guier" wanted to speak, but saw that the Northern Saint was already angry and could only retreat aside.

At the same time, the Saint Chuan said to Ye Xiuwen: "You are waiting for us here, and the Shark Sea Crocodile has no letters. I'm afraid that Yanzhou City is already yours, right?"

"No!"

At this time, Ye Xiuwen said the word "no", which is intriguing.

"What?" Chuan Saint was puzzled.

Ye Xiuwen was slightly happy at this time and then said, "The whole Yanzhou will be mine."

"Oh!"

The Saint Sichuan was so angry that he laughed, and the Saint Northern pointed at Ye Xiuwen and said, "Ye Xiuwen, you speak so hard, not to mention it far away, and you dare to say that Yanzhou is yours, and you are standing here?"

"right!"

Ye Xiuwen said one thing first, and the Saint Sichuan and the Saint Northern are naturally unable to understand. At this moment, Ye Xiuwen said again: "I just said that I was singing the song of persuasion. The two Saints of Northern Sichuan, I have checked your details. You were originally righteous people in the martial arts world, not people from the Seven Colors Hell... Of course, I don't want to know the reason in this. I just want to give you a chance, don't lose your life because of the Seven Colors Hell..."

"Just you?" Before Ye Xiuwen finished speaking, the Saint Nachuan said disdainfully.

Indeed, Ye Xiuwen was nothing in front of him, he was just an ant he could kill at any time.

But at this moment, the ant he didn't like was afraid of, but he smiled contemptuously: "This opportunity is only once, if you can't seize it well, this end will be gone."

"Hmph, then I'm going to see why our heads are gone."

The Northern Saint was so angry that he was almost angry when Ye Xiuwen said something. He stretched out his palm and was about to start fighting.
Chapter completed!