The business of the small restaurant is still half dead, Lao Li and a few people are idle, they are playing with the landlord's stickers, and they are messy, seeing Zhou Fengchen coming to work, they hurriedly grabbed him and asked, "Who are you with those little girls yesterday?" It looks like a very affectionate ......."

"It's a sister, hum, where did the hillbilly come from, a little lover, I don't usually see it, it's still a lover!" The proprietress rolled her eyes sourly.

Zhou Fengchen didn't bother to take care of them, and went into the kitchen to cut his two baskets of cabbage first.

After getting off work in the evening, he rushed back to the rental house as soon as possible, wanting to see what the Yuan Zhi monk was doing, but no one was there, and the room was a mess.

Fruit peels and packing boxes were thrown to the ground, and the most outrageous thing was that there was a pair of briefs hanging on the tablet of Zhou Daoxing in the shrine, which were wet, as if they had just been hung up for a long time.

"Your uncle!"

Zhou Fengchen scolded angrily, threw his briefs on the ground, stepped on them a few more times, and then gritted his teeth and sat on the sofa waiting for Monk Yuanzhi to come back, saying that he had to beat him.

As a result, there was no one waiting left and right, and he didn't know where this guy went, so he simply took his father's tablet with him and went out to go back to the martial arts hall.

It was drizzling outside, and it was still a little cold when the wind blew, and when Zhou Fengchen rushed to the martial arts hall, he found that the gate was closed, and there was no one in the courtyard to speak.

He thought it was strange, didn't he plan to recognize me? Shut me out?

Circled around the yard, was thinking about whether to leave, suddenly heard a scream from the depths of the yard, this cry is not like a competition, he couldn't help but be stunned, a little hard under his feet swept into the yard, take a look, found that a corner behind the yard was brightly lit, the figure swayed, screamed again and again, I don't know what happened.

……

At this time, there was already a group of students in the corner of the courtyard, hugging their heads and screaming miserably, next to Chen Siya's family of three and two old men were struggling, but they couldn't move, as if they were imprisoned by something, and Chen Lao Zheng in the middle was fighting with a long-haired young man.

The long-haired young man's face was grim, and his moves were ruthless, and every move would see blood, and Old Chen's body was covered with blood, barely resisting, and it was in danger.

At this time, the long-haired young man jumped up, and went straight to Chen Lao Tianlinggai with one hand into a claw, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Die!" ”

"Grandpa!"

"Dad!"

"Senior Brother/Senior Ancestor!"

A group of people screamed, the long-haired young man's kung fu was too terrifying, they could foresee that Old Chen would definitely die!

Even Chen Lao himself smiled bitterly and closed his eyes in resignation.

However, at this moment, a voice came from nowhere: "Wu Ba, one yang finger!"

Syllable!

A crisp slapping sound came, and everyone looked at the field again, and found that the terrible long-haired young man staggered back five or six steps in a row, while there was an extra person in front of Old Chen, dressed in a leather coat and with a straight waist.

In the drizzle, everyone was stunned, and time seemed to stand still.

After a while, Chen Siya cried bitterly, choked and shouted: "Brother!"

Zhou Fengchen stared at the long-haired young man opposite, this person he knew, it was the evil man he met when he went to the cemetery with the proprietress to kill ghosts last time.

The man also recognized him, sneered and said, "Is that you?"

Zhou Fengchen ignored him, turned to look at the little ghost who hugged Chen Siya's five people, "Get out!" ”

The five imps were a little frightened, shuddered, let go of their hands, and ran towards the long-haired youth.

Zhou Fengchen helped Chen Lao aside again, and then asked, "What's the matter?"

Chen Lao smiled bitterly and said, "He's here for revenge!"

"Revenge?"

"That's right!" The long-haired young man shook off the palm that was stabbed by Zhou Fengchen, stepped forward, clenched his fists and said, "In the lower shaman, Doromo is here to avenge the world today, so he must die!"

Zhou Fengchen was stunned for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "I think you are dead, right?"

The long-haired young man Doromo's face sank: "What? Are you nosy? ”

Zhou Fengchen shook his head: "It's not nosy, this old man is my grandfather, so ...... No matter what grudges there are, I carry them! ”

"Good!" Doromo took a step back and smirked, "That's interesting, come on!" ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and waved, and there was a "ghost sedan chair" in front of him, he raised his feet and sat on it, and the five little ghosts and ghosts lifted one side, slowly rising, and then flew into the distance in a flash.

"Ahh

The people in the martial arts hall were all surprised, in their eyes, that Doromo was flying in the air, this, this is no longer in the category of human martial arts!

"Son!" Chen's mother hurriedly grabbed Zhou Fengchen, her face turned pale, and she choked up and said, "This person knows witchcraft, let's not fight him, call the police, woo woo......"

"Actually, your son can also do witchcraft."

Zhou Fengchen smiled, stuffed the tablet of Daddy Zhou Daoxing into her hand, sealed his hands, and recited the words in his mouth: "Xuanba, Wind Shadow Escape!"

Shout!

Everyone only felt a flower in front of them, Zhou Fengchen's body suddenly became blurred, and then a black shadow reached ten meters away in the blink of an eye, and disappeared in a flash.

"Suck-"

Almost everyone gasped, everything that happened today was definitely beyond their comprehension, refreshing their three views, the long-haired youth and Zhou Fengchen were terrible monsters!

……

Doromo sat in a sedan chair carried by five ghosts, glowing with green light, and went straight to the suburbs.

And Zhou Fengchen performed a mystical technique, his figure was blurred, and he followed closely.

Half an hour later, when they arrived at a wilderness, Doromo in front of him turned around and laughed evilly, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

Zhou Fengchen stopped, walked forward slowly, looked around, and sneered: "Didn't you say revenge?" What is hiding your head and showing your tail? ”

"Gold, wood, water, fire, earth—the direction of the five elements—"

A scream came from not far away, and as soon as there was a flower in front of him, five little ghosts suddenly appeared, posing in strange shapes, grinning with bared teeth, and the wind gusted head-on.

"Wu Qi, staggered bones and tendons!"

didn't have time to think about it, Zhou Fengchen twisted his feet, rushed towards the five little ghosts, and instantly became a ball.

Doromo didn't know what kind of evil ghost control technique he made, these five little ghosts actually had the level of first-class masters, Zhou Fengchen felt more and more uncomfortable on his body, and said in his heart, I am afraid that ordinary martial arts will not work, so he hurriedly jumped out of the encirclement, sealed his hands, and pushed violently: "Xuan Si, I am tired of word skills!" Go! ”

A huge wave of the word "disgust" suddenly appeared, instantly enveloping the five imps, like a bubble explosion, flipping and swinging, and the five imps fell to the ground, screaming again and again.

"Die!"

Zhou Fengchen jumped up, slapped his palm horizontally, and was about to solve them, when Doromo suddenly bounced over, opened and closed the umbrella in his hand, collected the little ghost, and kicked it when he raised his foot.

Zhou Fengchen was not in a hurry, his right hand blocked three times, and lifted Doromo's kick, but Doromo's body turned, and the other foot kicked again, the wind was roaring and full of energy.

"There are two brushes!" Zhou Fengchen took a step back, his body jumped up, and he kicked in the air, "Wu Wu, split shadow legs!" ”

Leg to leg!

Syllable!

Zhou Fengchen fell lightly, and Na Doromo staggered and fell to the ground, a dog gnawed shit, and hurriedly rolled on the spot, running into the distance, scolding as he ran: "He's a fucking monster!" One yang finger, wrong bone and tendon splitting, shadow legs! It's all the secrets of the major ancient martial arts sects, where did you learn it? ”

"your!"

Zhou Fengchen took a sip and chased after him.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the two ran and chased, and then Doromo in front of him reached a dirt bag and suddenly sat down without fear.

Zhou Fengchen didn't dare to hold it up, and stopped in confusion.

I saw that Dorromo shook his head and muttered something about it, as if he was doing some kind of ritual.

Zhou Fengchen patted the rain on his body, feeling very curious, and said that this "long-haired monster" wouldn't be playing tricks, right?

At this time, Doromo asked with a strange face, "Your Excellency's surname?"

Zhou Fengchen was stunned for a moment: "Zhou Fengchen, what's wrong?"

Doromo smiled evilly: "Five families and seven factions, Wujiang, grassland, the younger generation, I am ranked twelve, you can take my trick, the mystic list of the hundred monks in the rivers and lakes should also be changed!"

Zhou Fengchen squatted down and grabbed a handful of mud, and smashed his head and face: "Row your uncle, you should make a movie, smash you to death, let you talk nonsense!"

Doromo was smashed with a muddy face, but he smiled even brighter, and pointed with one hand: "Zhou Fengchen!"

"What are you calling your grandfather for?"

Zhou Fengchen subconsciously replied, as soon as the words fell, he felt a pain in his eyebrows, and the dirt in front of Na Doromo suddenly lifted up, and a behemoth came out.

The monster was five or six meters tall, the muscles on its body were bronze, and it was covered with red hair, and it was spewing out bursts of stench from its bloody mouth, and it was holding a huge bone knife in its hand, aiming it at Zhou Fengchen's eyebrows.

Doromo recited a spell in his mouth, sounding like Mongolian, and finally spat out a Chinese note: "Shaman Greatsword General—"

"Roar!"

The monster screamed, kicked under its feet, and pounced on it with heavy rain and fishy stench!