Zhang Ping, however, smiled strangely, and then flashed nine figures from all directions to the other side. When Mr. Cha Meng, the "Golden Lion" and Mr. Yu Er, the "Ghost", saw this, they quickly turned two ghosting images into Zhang Ping.
Unfortunately, when Zhang Ping’s figure reappeared in the same place, the boy in yellow cried and fell to the ground, and then a long blood appeared in his head, and a north wind blew half of his head and gradually stiffened his body, which was his final destination.
Zhang Ping took a sip of hot air in his hand and then said, "It seems that it is a pity that he has half a brain left."
At this time, Mr. Na Yuer flew to the other three children and grabbed three people who were angry. Cha Meng, the "Golden Lion", suddenly gave a salute to Zhang Ping, saying, "I’m afraid we’ve lost our kung fu today, but please quote me a golden lion escort agency that will be free tomorrow."
The Golden Lion Escort Agency is famous in the Wulin. He is confident that Zhang Ping will not dare to act rashly. Otherwise, although the Golden Lion Escort Agency has few experts, all the major sects are inextricably linked. If Zhang Ping moves against himself, he will deal with these sects.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Ping responded faintly: "I don’t think it’s good for you five to leave together now. Tell you what, you can discuss staying here with your companions alone."
Looking at five people in yellow clothes who have been covered by snow and snow, it is instantly clear that this companionship is not a common companionship, and Zhang Ping has just seen five people in martial arts. Even if five people are the same, it is not necessarily that Zhang Ping’s opponent is worse. There is also a eyeing Li Xunhuan around Zhang Ping.
Cha Meng, the "Golden Lion", and Mr. Yu Er, the "Shadow of God", suddenly jumped at the other three children as if they had a heart in mind.
The three children were obviously inexperienced in Jianghu, and two of them were killed on the spot by Cha Meng’s palm force and Mr. Yu Er’s iron rod.
And finally, a boy in red saw Zha Meng’s palm and Yu Er. hidden weapons called Zhang Ping at the same time and knew that he would die. He suddenly spilled a handful of yellow powder.
This handful of powder is really enough and urgent. The powder all over the sky covers Cha Meng and Yu Er, but it is still sprinkled with powder.
Then the two of them just pulled away from each other and suddenly found that several scorpions and centipedes crawled towards the two of them and the boy in red, and gradually they were covered with the body of the boy in red, and they associated it with yellow powder and dark call was not good.
However, glancing aside, Zhang Ping and his wife still had to have a flash of danger in their eyes, and then they made a crazy fight to be continued.
Chapter two hundred and twenty-three Good wine and good food are waiting to be explored.
With Zha Meng and Yu Er, the situation became more and more fierce, and the distance between them was also slowly pulled unconsciously, so that they had once again crossed the palm and reached the edge of the forest. Suddenly, they had a tacit understanding and shot at each other in the depths of the forest.
However, the two have not yet come to be glad that they finally found a good opportunity after a bitter plan, and they suddenly felt an unspeakable pain in their chests.
As the two men slowly pour two small green bamboo swords into their chests, their blood is scattered, and red flowers are dyed in the white snow.
Zhang Ping then looked at the vast snow and said, "Your golden silk armor is in the hands of my purple blood demon road Zhang Ping. If anyone wants it, just try it." With Zhang Ping’s voice, there seems to be no marginal rolling force, which makes the snow roll all over the sky and the cold wind avoid it.
Zhang Ping then turned to Teddy boy and said, "I’ll take care of this golden armor for the time being. Let’s leave it at this point until the banquet ends."
Took the golden silk armor from the silent teddy boy. Zhang Ping smiled at them and turned and strode away.
"Zhang Daochang, when can we have another drink together?" Li Xunhuan looked at the fading Zhang Ping and suddenly shouted.
"When I was famous for my purple blood diabolism," Zhang Ping replied and disappeared in the snow. Zhang Ping just took dozens of steps and disappeared in the Woods outside Lixu.
"Good flying skill. This Zhang Pingchang’s flying skill and Mr. Yu Er are generally cultivated in the realm of stepping through the snow." Generally, Li Xunhuan and Teddy boy are sighed with real armor.
Li Xunhuan shook his head and looked at the place where Zhang Ping stepped out to the real armor and said, "I don’t know if Mr. Yu Er can reach the realm of stepping on the snow mark if he comes to display his flying skill."
A cold wind blew across the earth, and everything was covered with frost falling all over the sky. The three of them returned to Li Xunhuan in silence, warm and comfortable, and the wheels of the carriage crunched again in the snow.
Sometimes your friendship is as light as water, and it never takes too many words to meet or say goodbye.
Niujiazhuang is a very prosperous town. Zhang Ping displayed her flying skills and running all the way finally came to this ordinary town.
There are wine and restaurants in the town, and there is a tailor’s shop that looks good, so Zhang Ping stepped out of the tailor’s shop and slowly walked to the restaurant.
A handful of gold leaves spilled out of the restaurant, Xiao Er and his buddy immediately rushed out of the restaurant and went to all directions to purchase dining tables. With the continuous supply of ingredients being brought back to the restaurant by Xiao Er and his buddy, the kitchen kept colliding with the spatula and all kinds of cooking smells.
After half an hour, the banquet was placed in front of Zhang Ping. It took about three hours for four square tables to make a huge table, and finally it was filled with all kinds of delicious food.
And a row of huge wine jars were placed on the side of the huge table at the same time. Unfortunately, in the face of such a big table of food, Zhang Ping did not even move chopsticks.
Although I am very puzzled by Zhang Ping’s strange behavior, since Zhang Ping is willing to pay, the boss doesn’t care what Zhang Ping wants to do. It is good that the money he receives is real money.
Zhang Ping sat here for a night, as if the old monk were in a trance. Zhang Ping didn’t move after sitting until the next morning, and Zhang Ping threw a handful of gold leaves again and called the restaurant to make a new one for all the dishes.
Until it’s not dark and the snow has lived, and people on both sides of the street come out with brooms to sweep the snow in front of their doors.
Outside Niujiazhuang, a sweaty man came running with a carriage, and he was really taken aback. Someone threw a broom and ran away.
The galloping carriage of the biggest restaurant in the town suddenly stopped in front of the restaurant. It roared like a thunderbolt and leaned back to listen to "bang". A car had been smashed into a big hole. His feet still couldn’t hold back, but they had nailed into the snow. The snow was shoveled and flew up!
Where did the townspeople ever see such divine power? They were stunned by the guests in the restaurant. When they saw this evil spirit-like sweat coming in, more than half of them slipped away. Sweat put three benches together, put up a table at the back and spread a soft fox fur coat to bring Li Xunhuan in so that he could sit comfortably.
Li Xunhuan has a trace of blood in his face, even his lips are blue. Anyone can see that he is seriously ill and dying. The patient has come to drink. This wine shop has been in business for more than 20 years, but he has never seen such a guest.
Even the shopkeeper and the waiter were stunned and sweaty, and shouted, "Bring the best wine! Mixed with a water will be your head. "
At this time, Zhang Ping, who was sitting on the back of the wine shop, suddenly said, "You are a little heroic today, but you don’t have to be hard on them. I have the best wine and food around here. You’d better come with Brother Li."
Stay real and hold Li Xunhuan to the chair table opposite Zhang Ping. Besides a hundred delicious dishes, there are three jade bowls.
Li Xunhuan said, "Old friends meet you again … You should make an exception and have a drink today."
"Fine, I’ll drink as much as you want today, young master!" said the real armor.
Li Xunhuan also laughed at the sky. "It’s worthwhile for me to make you break the precepts and drink!"
Zhang Ping raised his glass at this time and said, "We’ll do it if there are thousands of glasses of wine drunk."
Li Xunhuan gulped it down, but his hand was unstable, and the wine spilled out. He coughed and wiped the spilled wine, and said with a smile, "I have never wasted a drop of wine. I didn’t expect today …"
Zhang Ping then suddenly put down his glass and shook his head: "No fun, no fun …"
The real armor suddenly shouted, "What are you doing? What’s not to enjoy? If you want to spell wine, I’ll accompany you with real armor. "
At this time, Zhang Ping suddenly flickered behind Li Xunhuan and put a palm on the back of Li Xunhuan’s heart. When the armored man saw this, he shouted, "How dare you!"
Then the real one stretched out his palm, the size of a cattail leaf fan, and waved to Zhang Ping. Unfortunately, the real one just swung to the middle and was caught by Zhang Ping in an instant with his other hand. Then Zhang Ping threw it with one hand, and the real one fell back involuntarily in the corner.
At this time, Zhang Ping and Li Xunhuan suddenly burst into "goo goo" like toads, and then the real armor saw Li Xunhuan’s head and shoulders rising with thick visible heat.
Stay Zhang Ping suddenly behind Li Xunhuan even point three see Li Xunhuan fierce spit out a mouthful of black blood.
Only then did Zhang Ping return to his seat to raise his glass and said, "How can we enjoy drinking wine just now? Now we can’t afford this full table of wine if we have another drink."
Armored at this time quickly got up and rushed to Li Xunhuan’s side. He saw that Li Xunhuan’s face was already ruddy and many spirits were also uplifted. After that, he suddenly turned to Zhang Ping and said, "Zhang Daochang just made an apology for his reckless armor."
It’s a pity that Zhang Ping is born from the virtual with a wave of his right hand, and he can’t even go to the slightest
Zhang Ping said with a smile at this time: "This strange poison is not small. Although it can’t beat me, it’s not so simple to solve. But just now, I forced most of the silt out and helped Li Xiong’s heart and lungs for seven days. If it can’t solve Li Xiong’s body poison after seven days, now this generation will no longer drink."
Then Zhang Ping pointed to a big altar and continued: "If you really want to make amends, why don’t you drink this big altar?"
Looking at the big altar without hesitation, it was a good drink. Zhang Ping clapped his hands and praised it: "What a Han!"
Then he said to Li Xunhuan, "Brother Li did it."
"Fuck" is to be continued.
Chapter two hundred and twenty-four Mr. Mei Er
After three rounds of drinking, three people are in the middle of drinking, and they have just drunk an altar of armor. At this time, they are all flushed, and Sai Yu looks very cute.
At this time, Zhang Ping suddenly stood up and struck the bowl and sang: "The sword comes with the wind and laughs proudly. There are thousands of glasses of wine in the world, and I will break the river and print a thousand cups of sun and moon, but I will not be drunk, purple blood and a demon."
Just as Li Xunhuan and the real armor applauded, they suddenly saw a man stumbling in and throwing himself at the counter and screaming, "Bring the wine quickly."
Look at him. He looks like he will die of thirst immediately if he can’t drink wine. The shopkeeper frowned and said, "Why are you crazy again or poor?"
Seeing this man wearing a shampooed white and blue robe with greasy sleeves and dirty hands and fingernails, although wearing a top scholar’s towel, his hair is exposed like grass, and his face is yellow and thin, which looks like a poor scholar.