Repugnant Gateway

Outside Yancheng, there are few pedestrians, even ordinary people smell the war. Everyone is the same, the brain is not much worse, the difference is vision and experience. But the current situation is already so clear. If you want to see clearly, you need a very high vision and experience.

For several days in a row, more and more people in Yancheng ran out, more than Ning Xiaolou was running. For all of this, the contention is neither prevented nor explained. Because he knew very well that when the war came, he could not care about anything.

This time the opponent is unusual, it is the divine court.

According to rumors, the guy named Xu Freehand has reached the peak of the Golden Fairyland, and it may even be possible to step into the Upper Fairyland with one foot. Anzheng is very strong now, but still far from Shangxian Realm.

An Zheng compares it, with his strength he wants to overcome the Xu freehand of the fairyland, maybe zero.

However, behind the contention there is the entire Apocalypse Sect, there is the boat, and there are master builders like Ye Huo. An Zheng has a blood-pearl bracelet, and there are a large number of herbal medicines that directly repair his injured body, which Xu Xie did not have.

The comparison between the two sides is not impossible.

Of course, there is another uncertain factor, that is violet.

If Ziluo is there, of course, he won't just watch An Zheng be killed. However, I don't know where that guy is. That was someone who would never be honest in Xiangong. He might be watching the Aurora in the North today, and he might go to the South China Sea to catch a shark tomorrow.

Therefore, in this battle, An Zheng cannot count the violet.

On the city wall, Ye Qidao was helping Huo Huo to rearrange his weapons. In the words of Lord Huo, the weapons of this era are too backward. So that Lord Huo's longing and respect for the ancient times have become a little weaker, and later think about it, because the thinness of the world and the energy of the later generations, the practitioners rely more and more on the help of the magical tools, so the later generations are made Far more advanced than in ancient times.

With the weapons made by Lord Huo, coupled with the strong heaven and earth vitality of this era, and the Yuan Jing, which is much stronger than the spirit stone, as the source of weapon power, the lethality is naturally different.

"At least twice the range of the original weapon in terms of range."

An Zheng looked at the city defense weapons that had been assembled, and felt a little more confident in his heart. Giant clairvoyances were installed on both the Chengmen Tower and the Arrow Tower to see things far and far away. Once an enemy warship approaches, the city defense soldiers can detect it as soon as possible.

"The difference lies in the level of the practitioner."

Lord Huo said with some concern: "Our weapons are powerful, but once they are approached by the overwhelming great practitioners, they will not be able to exert their power at all. In theory, the main gun of the anti-ship has the power to kill the strong power of the upper cents. , But it's only theoretical, because the strong level of the upper immortal level will not stand there and wait for you to fire. When you reach that level, the main gun can't be targeted and locked. "

Ye Qidao nodded: "So I discussed with Brother Anzheng, and today I will withdraw most of the people back to the boat. It doesn't make sense to leave too many people in the city defense. After all, the other party cannot come with a large army. We have done everything we can, and the rest is destiny. "

Lord Huo knocked on Ye Qidao's head: "You are fighting for your brother to learn, he has never been a man who admits his destiny. He is ..."

Lord Huo thought about it and used a very pertinent word.

"He is a man of fate."

In the city, there are still people evacuating from home with their mouths. Anzheng ordered the city gates to stop the investigation and let them go. After all, the choice made by the person leaving is correct, and no one can trust their lives on others.

It was at this time that a person came out of the city against the fleeing crowd, the only one walking towards the city. So even if he was almost drowned in the crowd of people out of the city, he still caught the attention of everyone on the wall.

Du Shoushou looked at the man and ticked the corner of his mouth: "It looks like a fool."

An Zheng also laughed: "Not a fool, how come this time?"

Du Shou thinly said: "It is not necessarily that there will be a person other than a fool who will come over at this time."

An Zheng said: "Not a fool, but a brother."

Outside the city gate, Chen Shaobai with a big straw hat stopped and casually threw the shoulder-arm on his shoulder to the side. He didn't care at all about things like clothes on the pole. The old man with a white beard sitting in the basket of Biandan fell to the ground, and Chen Shaobai certainly didn't care.

He stood at the gate of the city with open arms: "What about flowers and applause? What about the welcome ceremony?"

With a snap, a nibbled pancake was smashed down on the city wall, almost patting him on the face. Du Shou thin mouth chewed pancakes and scolded: "Where the **** are you going to die these days, did you encounter any beautiful girl who just forgot about your high princess?"

At this moment, the old man with a white beard crawled out of the basket and gave a kick in the back as Chen Shaobai's ass.

Seeing the wretched look of the old man, all the pancakes in Du Shou's thin mouth were sprayed out: "Oh, I haven't seen it for many days, the taste has changed."

Chen Shaobai put a **** on the city wall.

The old man with a white beard pointed at the clothes scattered on the ground: "Pick it up and you are all lost and wear a fart."

Chen Shaobai three times, five divisions and two stripped the tattered clothes on his body, and then spread his arms: "Do you know what day I have lived, Master? I have arrived home and will wear these tattered clothes?" Starting today, I want to restore my life in Jinyiyushi. "

He shouted at Ann: "Come on, a piece of clothing that will make me energized."

An Zheng hadn't moved yet. Dada Ye, who was standing next to him, took a short skirt from the space implement he carried and threw it down. Chen Shaobai caught it subconsciously and lifted it up and looked at it: "You taste good weight."

Du Shoushen: "I have been drooling about you for a long time. You know, come on, put on this dress and let me appreciate your charm."

Dada Ye threw the skirt down and hid behind An Zheng. After all, the man with the buttocks underneath was not elegant. An Zheng flipped out a brand-new set of his own clothes and threw it down, and Chen Shaobai reached out to catch it. Both of them are about the same size, so the clothes are the same size.

After wearing it, Chen Shaobai turned around: "Old man, did you see it? Now do you know how to write the four characters Yushu Linfeng?"

The old man with a white beard sighed: "I still don't know how to write Yushu Linfeng, but I know that the brothers you said to have no relationship seem to be reliable."

Chen Shaobai: "What is the solution?"

The old man with a white beard pointed at Chen Shaobai's chest. There were actually two holes in those two key positions, just enough to expose the two bumps.

The old man with a white beard said with some fascination: "He really knows you, even the distance between your two points is so accurate. It seems that there are some unspeakable secrets between you and him."

Chen Shaobai: "Damn you, don't look at me with that sly look!"

The old man with a white beard snorted and opened his arms towards the wall: "If you don't give me new clothes, I will take it off!"

Du Shoushou made up a picture of a white man with a white beard standing outside with his buttocks bare. His throat turned back, and he quickly threw down a set of his own clothes: "Please, don't."

The old man with a white beard caught the clothes and put them on. It felt like wearing a five-year-old kid's clothes. He was short. After putting on his pants, his feet were on the knees of Du's skinny pants. He was reluctant to wear this expensive fabric, so he pulled his trousers around for more than forty laps before leaking his feet out, looking like he was walking forward on two hovercrafts.

Du Shoushou looked at An Zheng: "I suddenly have a feeling that Chen Shaobai has suffered these days."

An Zheng: "Same."

Then the two men clapped their hands, and the laughter was frivolous.

Chen Shaobai and the old man with white beard entered the city, and argued that they came down from the wall to greet them. After seeing Chen Shaobai, Du Shoushen rushed over to hug him in a circle, Chen Shaobai turned over and rided on Du Shou's shoulder, holding Du Shou's head and kissed him on the forehead.

Old man with a white beard covered his eyes: "Unsightly."

Du Shoushou: "I haven't seen him even more unsightly, by the way ... Xiaobai, can you tell me who this is? Is it Mrs. Sister?"

Chen Shaobai's doctor patted Du Skinny's head and twisted Du Skinny's ears back and forth.

Du Shoushou: "I fuck, I fuck, I **** ... ears? This is a woman's usual trick. I admit it wrong, brother White Beard, let my wife get off my shoulders."

The old man with a white beard laughed, and one denture fell off.

Chen Shaobai came down from Du Shou's thin shoulders and hugged An Zheng with fiercely. Then he took An Zheng's finger and pointed at the white-bearded old man: "This old guy ... is my master."

The old man with a white beard hummed when he heard the old guy. When he heard the words of my master, his expression was obviously stiff, and his eyes were slightly moist. He snorted again and said, "It's your master, it's over? I'll tell him ... I'm one of the four hidden masters of contemporary Nan Dao Xianren. Although the rivers and lakes have no my legend, the rivers and lakes are still the same. "

Du Shoushuang asked curiously: "The South Island Fairy, the four hidden masters ... the other three are east, west, north and what?"

An old man with a white beard replied seriously: "The other three are the South Island Daxian, South Island Daxian, and South Island Daxian."

Du Shoushou: "..."

The old man with a white beard put his eyes on Anzheng. After looking up and down for a while, he shook his head: "Boy, you are suffering from blood."

An Zheng froze for a moment, and said that this white-bearded old man didn't look at this as a serious deed, maybe it was really a great practitioner who could not hide it. There is no shortage of people in this world who are unwilling to show their heads but have absolute strength. These people are often eccentric. Think of the more unreliable guy in Violet, and Violet must think that this old man looks serious.

An Zhenggang just asked about the plague of blood, and saw the old man with a white beard feeling a small bottle out of his trouser pocket.

"Are you sitting for a long time or having a bad lifestyle? My medicine specializes in hemorrhoids. Do you have hemorrhoids? There are treatable and unpreventable."