Seeing that it was such a gray thing again, Zhang Ruomeng didn't dare to be careless at all. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he endured for so many years to start this plan to seize the throne, and he didn't want to be planted in the hands of this fat man who often acted inexplicably, but never suffered a loss, because of some trivial things. So with a quick slap of the eye, those gray things flew back upside down. But he himself, because of the relationship between this palm, his body stagnated slightly, so that the fat man who screamed in front of him and dragged the two women ran away again, and he couldn't help but feel even more angry in his heart. Suddenly, he lifted his breath, and the twelve layers of gong were raised, and he chased after the three of them with a glimpse of floating light, and secretly gritted his teeth to say that the dead fat man had been caught and steamed.

"Haha! Hit! Suddenly, I heard the fat man laughing in front of him. Feng Rouge finally took a look at it, and then he knew why the fat man was smiling.

It turned out that the gray thing this time was no longer flour, but the ghostly ghost fire that the dead fat man had exchanged for something from Miao Jiang who didn't know what he had exchanged. The things in this Miaojiang cemetery have very strange properties. Normally, it doesn't appear, but when there is friction, even a small friction can create cyan sparks on these gray things. What's even more strange is that this kind of fire is not extinguishable, and it has a strong stickiness, often you rub out sparks, as long as you stand still immediately, the sparks will not burn bigger and bigger, but as soon as you flash, the fire will immediately burn, and these fires will stick behind you, no matter how you run, you can't shake off. It wasn't until those who were in the shadow of the fire burned the whole person to death with the miserable green light. Because of this characteristic, many outsiders died of exhaustion or burned in the cemetery of the Miao people.

Later, the Miao people collected this gray thing in a special way, added some unknown things, and created the kind of ghostly ghost fire that the dead fat man had just sprinkled. This Netherworld Fire not only inherits all its own characteristics, but also has a poisonous flame due to the addition of special items, which not only cannot be easily extinguished, but also has strong corrosive properties. When Zhuge Liang conquered Shu, there were many soldiers who died under the unformed ghost fire. And now, thousands of years have passed, and the Netherworld Ghost Fire has already been truly studied, becoming one of the mysterious and powerful evidences of the Miao people. It's just that I don't know how this dead fat man was able to bring this kind of thing out of Miao Jiang.

And now, Zhang Ruomeng is facing such a situation, his palm splitting the empty palm at first, and when his floating light comes out, the green ghost fire quietly twists its own form in the air, and follows his body style, sticking up like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

What's more, because of Zhang Ruomeng's carelessness, he stuck a little on the hem of the clothes, if he hadn't seen the opportunity early and cut off the hem of the clothes with a hand knife, it would have been burned to ashes like the hem of the clothes.

The fat man wanted to stop and watch the play, but when he saw that Zhang Ruomeng started his hand, he didn't dare to stay anymore - the water god divided the water palm. This set of mastery has already proved its strength and wonder in Tie Xing's body, even if Zhang Ruomeng is not the real palace master and cannot get a glimpse of the mystery of the last three forms, but even if it is eighty percent powerful, it is still exaggerated and terrifying. So the fat man still took the two puffing beauties and continued to run.

Sure enough, I saw Zhang Ruomeng dance with both hands, and he actually pressed the flickering flame into a ball with his internal strength and threw it far away. This set of Tai Chi shadows, but specious palm techniques, once again had an unexpected effect, rolling up the fire like water, and throwing it out controllably.

It's just that Zhang Ruomeng himself didn't learn all this style of palming, plus the internal force is not as good as iron, and his understanding is not enough, and he is very insufficient in subtle places, and he was burned off a handful of hair by a wisp of flame, which couldn't help but make this person who cares about his appearance very much angry, and in anger, he didn't care so much anymore, and with a roar, he chased after the three people whose speed had obviously decreased.

"Invincible, let's go. I just can't run. "Qinghe was originally a maid, and she didn't practice any good kung fu, so she naturally couldn't support it first, and although Feng Rouge practiced martial arts, because of her natural physique, and because she didn't practice diligently, she was naturally not much better than Qinghe. Naturally, it is also a big breath, and there is no longer the demeanor of the eldest lady on the body.

And the three of them found out that they had unconsciously gone out of the scope of Tianyan Palace, and here, naturally, no one could contain Zhang Ruomeng.

"What nonsense?" Shang Wushu suddenly smiled slightly, he gently stopped the two women behind his back, and took out a musket in his hand. In the dark, Feng Rouge suddenly felt that this man was so wonderful.

Zhang Ruomeng knew the power of firearms, and he didn't dare to provoke this kind of thing full of iron and sand at such a distance, so he stopped. However, anyone could feel the increasingly murderous aura in him.

"You two ...... first," the fat man's words were suddenly interrupted, and he staggered forward, and finally stood firm, only to see a blue dagger stuck in his waist.

Feng Rouge couldn't control his screams.

"Why?" Shang Wushu looked at the woman who gave him a look in shock. The woman who used to be so lovely, and a little spicy.

"Hehe, fool!" Qinghe easily snatched Shang Wu's musket and stood with the gloomy guy. What's even more annoying is that the two actually hugged each other.

Feng Rouge looked at the fat man who was constantly twitching on the ground, suddenly gritted his teeth, and wanted to pounce on the adulterer and adulteress with a loud shout, but he was suddenly pulled by a warm big hand.

"Please, didn't I give you a gesture?" Shang Wushu shook his head in annoyance, his face was full of pity, it was he who grabbed Feng Rouge's hand.

"Invincible! You... Are you okay? Feng Rouge looked suspiciously at the dead fat man who was still trembling with the dagger on the fat on his waist.

"How is that possible?????? Nothing? The fat man smiled and said, "You try to let someone plug ~~~~~~~~ try it!" Holding Feng Rouge's hand in his hand, he didn't let go.

"Nasty!" Feng Rouge's face suddenly turned red, and he quickly pulled his hand out of the fat man's hand.

"Get out of the way." Zhang Ruomeng didn't give the two of them a chance to go down, he pushed Qinghe aside and aimed the musket at the two people in front of him. Zhang Ruomeng has seen this kind of Western goods in the palace before, so he naturally knows how to use it. And the firearms at this time have reached the era of firing pins, and there is no longer a need for flints and leads. It's just that the court still doesn't know anything, and it's still using that outdated and old-fashioned musket.

"I was going to take the opportunity to give that guy a shot." Shang Wushu didn't take the dead kid in his eyes, he smiled and said to Feng Rouge, who was half a head taller than him. Then he gave her a small dagger.

Feng Rouge didn't speak, silently holding the cold little dagger in her hand - no matter what, she wouldn't let herself fall into the hands of the thief. Shang was invincible and Feng Rouge died.

"But you don't have a chance, do you?" Zhang Ruomeng sneered and pulled the trigger. (I don't know what the musket was called.) It's just called a trigger, everyone understands it anyway, doesn't it? How easy it is. ）

"Bang!" With a sound, the musket actually exploded, if it weren't for Zhang Ruomeng wearing a mask, it is estimated that his face would be completely destroyed. But that's it, that hand is also a bloody blur. Although the green lotus next to him was a little far away, his face was also scratched by the broken piece of iron.

Shang Wushu was in the midst of laughter, and in Feng Rouge's surprised eyes, he pulled out the crystal blue dagger and pounced on Zhang Ruomeng. The dagger glowed blue, but there was no blood. The dagger was actually caught by the fat man's fat, and the fat man's previous performance was all pretending.

Zhang Ruomeng didn't have time to express his opinion on his appearance and hands, and when he saw the culprit pounce, he roared with hatred in his heart, and his right hand with bloodshot and white bones fell on the fat man. It is the quick learning recorded in the Prajna Heart Sutra - the white jade claw of the corpse.

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