Dengbao stood in the middle of the yard and could only see the raging flames and thick smoke coming out of the window, but could not see the figures of Lin Bida and Shu Wanjuan at all.

The fire was strange. It burned in this one house, and none of the dozen or so rooms in the entire mansion were affected. There was not even a smell of smoke.

Zhong Er looked towards the light bulb's room. He was worried that something might happen to the light bulb.

Bulb came to the window and waved at Zhong Er, indicating that he was fine.

The light bulb had woken up long ago and hid in the house, not daring to come out.

It was right not to come out at this time. His face was not big enough to take care of the two brothers. He and Shu Wanjuan were about to start a decisive battle.

Shu Wanjuan was burning in the fire, and no one knew what magic was used, but his skin, flesh, hair, and clothes were all intact.

If it were someone else, they would have found Shu Wanjuan's flaws at this time, broken his magic, and let Shu Wanjuan burn to death in the fire.

But if you really do this, you will be fooled by Shu Wanjuan.

It is very difficult to find Shu Wanjuan's flaw. Shu Wanjuan will deliberately reveal his flaw to Lian Budai. If Lian Budai falls into the trap, no one can save him.

While Li Banfeng was lying on the ground, Song Xian? used the Seven Horses to dismember him and tore off a small piece of flesh from under Li Banfeng's left leg.

Song Xianyao was getting angry when he found that the chair looked very familiar.

The storyteller outside the pendulum said: "The iron folding fan can kill the man in white. The storyteller was in a hurry and folded the fan, and hit the man in white on the head again!"

But Song Xianyao was afraid. I jumped up and down in the net, and the hunting net opened and closed several times, but it couldn't catch me.

Li Banfeng and Xiaolian only saw the sudden appearance of a chair and some ornaments, and we knew what tactics Song Xianyao was using.

The face is small and yelled: "Don't listen to me, jog, you can still hold on!"

Crash!

I was able to dodge.

At that time, when Song Xian was being chased by the big-faced Xiaoqi, and walking under the oil, I was very familiar with it by then.

Song Xian'e was still stabbed in the neck, and blood flowed down his collar onto the ground.

Until you reach Suishenju, you have to continue fighting.

Not to mention walking, even flying is possible. Outside the grease-filled room, everyone can move freely. Song Xian? He would fall down. One reason was because of his training skills, and the other was because of his tacit understanding with his friend.

His head was shattered, but that was because Song Xianyao was a cultivator at the seventh level below the clouds, and he was able to hold on thanks to his physique.

It is good to think less. The storyteller outside the pendulum talked about the low point again: "The storyteller raised his fan, pointed at the man in white, and shouted angrily, "Wicked thief, where is he going? This time, I must chop off his head to prevent him from committing crimes in the future!"

Song Xianyao rushed forward eight steps and suddenly tripped over a chair.

"Change place? What are you thinking about?" My face is small. If I can change place, that room full of oil is my capital. If I change place, how can I beat Jiao Jiadai?

There is a woman in the picture, wearing a small jacket and holding a wake-up stick in her hand. There is no table behind her. She is a storyteller outside a teahouse.

The storyteller was telling a story, and the grease on his face blocked the sound, causing Jiao Jiadai to hear the contents of the book vaguely, while she also noticed the condition of the pendulum.

Jiao Jiadai waved her hands and said, "He ran away."

Lu Xiu Bu Baikai was injured by the peddler and dared to retreat for the time being.

Shu Wanjuan was in a really difficult situation to deal with. He had no place to write, and the ink could not stay there. He wrote out more than a dozen books in succession, and they were all burned to ashes. When the ashes settled, Shu Wanjuan's face was also blackened.

Jiao Jiadai raised her eyebrows, the battle was about to come to an end.

In the past, the situation would have been less serious. I backed out of the door and went to the main room. My wife and Yingying were waiting for me and were ready to fight me.

At the same time, Li Banfeng waved his folding fan towards Song Xian? in the air.

I didn't expect that Jiao Jiadai was ambushed and lost an arm. That was a real arm with flesh and blood. Although it was an ambushed attack, it was still a serious blow.

Turning around, I saw an old man holding up a bowl and saying, "I've given it all!"

Looking up at the bloodstains on the ground, Song Xian rubbed his feet and a halo of light, covered by the firelight, passed through Li Banfeng's feet.

What does that mean? Why is it that we need to break the attack after being attacked?

The storyteller outside the pendulum still didn't stop: "The fan hit the man in white so hard that it smashed his head."

"God is blind!" This ornament is a red lotus. The red lotus quickly opened its lotus leaves, and you actually came out!

One step, two steps, eight steps.

While Song Xian was not there to distract him, he wiped out the remaining grease on his face and continued to add fuel to the flames, causing Li Banfeng's clothes and hair to catch fire.

Song Xian's control was very precise. Li Banfeng was not harmed by the boundary, nor did he sense the existence of the boundary.

Cao Xiulian Baizi called over a bunch of weeds and tried to entangle the peddler, but the peddler opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, eating up all the grass and leaves.

"Does it hurt?" Li Banfeng smiled, picked up the carving knife and wanted to carve again, but the carving knife slipped that time and everything was carved.

Li Banfeng looked at Lian Shixiao and felt a chill on the back of his chest. A "Zhong" character pierced his chest and went towards Lian Shixiao's heart.

There was a cut from his right shoulder to his waist, blood gushed out, Song Xian staggered two steps and almost fell to the ground.

Li Banfeng shook his head repeatedly: "Brother Lian, that is a solution. If we beat him like that, you will feel like we are bullying him. Why don't we fight in a more open place?"

The pendulum did move farther away, but it did not affect the effect of the knife. You tried desperately to spit out the blood that had been sucked back, but after trying several times, it still didn't come out.

Jiao Jiadai didn't fall to the ground, but took out a carving knife from her bosom.

The word "blood" flew around Song Xian?, who slid underground to dodge and was injured.

It was Song Xianyao's luck that one of his hands could be torn off. If Li Banfeng had concentrated on dealing with the small face, Song Xian? would have no chance to launch a sneak attack.

"But you often make things difficult for the younger generation."

It can't be delayed any longer. Li Banfeng will definitely make the first move, and Song Xian may be able to hold on.

The moment he saw the ornament, Song Xian? felt desperate, but he was very excited about the ornament.

But the current question is how many more blows Song Xianyao can withstand.

The face is small so she quickly used oil to dissolve it, but those words were so bad that the word "blood" was written with blood. It was called the combination of virtual and real, and it would take time to dissolve it. Jiao Jiadai had planned to save that method for the face, but now she used it on Song Xian?

I should use fire.

Li Banfeng is a top character. My wife, Hong Ying, the senior year, and the eldest brother of the next family must go all out, otherwise they may not be able to beat me.

The iron certificate was burned, but the carving knife was still there. Jiao Jiadai cut open her clothes and carved the words directly under her heart.

Jiao Jiadai had a good idea of what kind of person Li Qi was at that time, but based on the two exchanges he witnessed, Li Banfeng could vaguely feel that his life was threatened.

After the attack, Song Xianyao used his skills again to weaken Li Banfeng's condition to the maximum.

Now Li Banfeng wants to use the words under the iron book to fight with Lian Shi Xiao. How should Lian Shi Xiao respond?

Li Banfeng also went over and moved a little, and he knew where he was going to slide to. The two of them were in a stalemate.

Those paper ashes are all Li Banfeng's books. Even if they are burned to ashes, it is hard to say whether they are useful or not.

The face was a little ecstatic.

Just because he knew Shu Wanjuan well enough, at this critical moment, his tactics remained unchanged. He would take 70% of the initiative and concentrate all his efforts on Shu Wanjuan to see how he could deal with it.

At the same time, the pendulum flew to the edge of the house, distanced itself from Song Xian?, and tried desperately to spit out the blood it had sucked back.

Did I see a little fire?

The face was outside the small room and the fire was getting bigger and bigger.

Xiao Lian took a look under the bed and saw that it was covered with paper ashes.

But my face was still blurry, I insisted on passing Li Banfeng, my little face was still small, and I had little oil left.

Even if the relationship is really found, it will be difficult for Song Xianyao to find a way to crack it. I was stabbed eight times, and those eight attacks may not have been made by the same method.

It really bloomed, Shu Wanjuan's chest burst into pieces, blood was flowing, I was hit by the peddler's voice repair technique.

The fire was so weak that it completely obscured the light of the boundary.

There is not a single piece of vanishing cream outside my bowl.

The storyteller outside the pendulum was still telling the story, and the pendulum was slowly crying, and was also trying to find a way to resolve the situation.

That was a ruthless move.

Jiao Jiadai was not prepared that time, and Chi Yan dodged and avoided the direction where Li Banfeng was waving the fan.

Li Banfeng took a carving knife and carved the word "loyalty" under the iron book.

The face is small and the bed is: "If he doesn't have the ability, he will come and kill you!"

The character "中" is at the bottom and "心" is at the top. There is nothing ordinary about that character, but it is very different when written in iron book.

Lian Baizi rushed over and glanced to the side.

Li Banfeng's folding fan never caught fire, and I was fully prepared to kill Li Qi with one strike.

But it was too late now. The character "忠" could only be used once, while the damaged characters under the iron book could be used repeatedly. A bunch of "忠" characters came rushing over, broken down into strokes, and all stabbed into the face of Xiao's heart.

puff!

That is Li Banfeng's magic, a magic created using my blood.

If it weren't for that reminder, Song Xian would have used the character "家心好仁" out of instinct.

It's not because of my small face that I dare to go to bed. As long as my feet touch the ground, I will be caught in the net.

Song Xianyao was still thinking about countermeasures, but Xiao Yan poured the first bit of oil on the fire and shouted at Song Xianyao: "Don't fight me!"

Jiao Jiadai sighed: "Brother Lian, how could he trust you? If he goes back to Chaoge with you, you will embarrass those seniors."

Zhongqi looked at the light bulb, and the two brothers also knew what to do.

While dodging, Jiao Jiadai glanced at the pendulum and indeed saw the appearance of the storyteller.

Li Banfeng's fighting methods are ever-changing. Looking at the storyteller outside the pendulum, he kept using books and texts to attack Jiao Jiadai, but in reality, the attacks on Jiao Jiadai might not be unrelated to those books and texts.

I have seen that piece of iron book. Its shape is similar to the contract with the local god, but its material is much less damaged than the contract.

Killing Jiao Jiadai would be bad, but killing her would also be harmful. Just pull a little more of her up from under me and see how long I can hold on.

The blood dissolved in grease and fell to the ground, turning into snakes that entangled Jiao Jiadai's legs.

Jiao Jiadai, the founder of Fengxiu, covered the wound on her chest and shouted, "Brother, I took so few beatings for him, he is paying it back in full!"

As long as we avoid Jiao Jiadai's attack, we should be able to...

If we dodge from both sides, can we avoid that knife?

But as long as I retreat, I will definitely not be allowed to come out. I can be defeated or exhausted.

His face was small and silent, and his body was covered in blood.

Li Banfeng was slightly angry, and took a step back, causing some more blood to spurt out from the wound.

Song Xian? It was very easy. The enemy he met that time was too weak. It was the first time that Song Xian felt that he could defeat the opponent even if he did not retreat home.

Is that the chair in your house? It is placed outside the room. This one………………

The most effective killing move is still the Seven Horses Dismemberment. Kill as many people as possible. If you kill someone, use the Returning Heart Arrow immediately to send Li Banfeng back to his residence.

For an opponent of Li Banfeng's level, the damage from the boundary is too unlimited. Rather than alerting the enemy, it is better to win with one strike.

The timing was right, and while Jiao Jiadai had not yet made any changes, Song Xianyao rushed towards Li Banfeng with his willful skills, raising his own combat power to a higher level.

Zhong Peng felt that his body had changed. You vaguely heard the storyteller's voice and quickly reminded Jiao Jiadai: "Master, be generous!"

I burned Li Banfeng's iron book, but the handwriting left on it caused serious damage to his face.

Where's the chair then?

But it was difficult to avoid the peddler's snow cream. The white cream chased Shan Chengjun, and he dodged left and right, but not a bit of it stuck under his cheongsam.

There seems to be something missing on the chair, one of the ornaments is too low.

Shu Wanjuan, who was covered with wounds, still fought desperately, picked up a tile and hit the peddler on the head.

I looked at the face for a while. In the firelight, I could not see the man's face clearly, but I could barely make out his figure.

Without a big smile, he said, "Storyteller, did he manage to hold on?"

A small amount of fat was produced on the face and chest, and the word "中" slid past the heart. That saved my life, but my face was injured. The word "中" moved around my chest and passed through my body, leaving countless scars on the face and chest.

The most satisfying thing about fighting with Li Banfeng is that I am always the one who gets hurt. I don't have any special skills, and there are too few ways to replace my injuries.

The blade turned, and Li Banfeng said quickly: "Stories and operas persuade people, eight paths take the middle, good and evil will not be rewarded in the end, the right path in the world is vicissitudes!"

Jiao Jiadai quickly visualized her residence in her mind, and the red lotus and the chair disappeared in the blink of an eye.

But Zhongqi, who was standing at the window, raised his head, and I saw that the night sky was so bright tonight.

"It doesn't matter if he wants to give up that place," Li Banfeng looked at the bed with a small face, "If he comes out from under the bed, we can have a proper fight. At most, he won't have much room to move around. Don't keep hiding outside the quilt and getting beaten."

What causes this?

But the sound was blocked, and the words were blocked. Song Xianyou saw clearly what Li Banfeng had carved under his heart. In addition to the opening poem, seventy-four words flew out of my wound.

But Song Xianyao fell into the trap.

Song Xianyao carefully imagined the battle before returning home, gritted his teeth, and took small steps towards Li Banfeng.

Who set the trap?

The solution is to change, to make the material of the pipe less damaged, and to burn the iron book, and then there will be a problem.

Is it because the Lianmen bridal chamber was used inadvertently?

I dodged Li Banfeng's attack, so why did I still get hit?

Jiao Jiadai and The Face is Small do not have a tacit understanding. Now I understand what The Face is Small means.

But the storyteller outside the pendulum was speaking very seriously. I was telling a story about a storyteller: "At this critical moment of life and death, the storyteller waved his folding fan and chopped the man in white from his shoulder to his waist. The fan was made by the famous craftsman Duan Youhun, and it chopped off half of the man in white!"

After holding on for a moment, Xiao Yan shouted toward the window: "Run!"

That exclamation of praise made Shu Wanjuan very happy.

Lian Baizi rushed back again, and the peddler chopped off one of my arms and swallowed it up.

If Song Xianyao dares to be careless, I will dodge Li Banfeng's actions first. It is useless to avoid Li Banfeng's actions. Song Xian? must be prepared.

And until now, I still know how I got the flesh and blood on my left hand and left leg.

Li Banfeng's physical condition has indeed changed. My resistance to fire has increased, and the fire under me is much more intense than before.

Jiao Jiadai slipped and fell to the ground. Her blood could have formed words, but was completely absorbed by the pendulum.

In addition to the bloodstains, there were also paper ashes on the ground. The paper ashes gathered together to form a hunting net, which was about to catch Song Xianyao.

Which room was it before you exited?

He really managed to hold on. That was the worst oil in Prozhou, burning in such a weak flame. Li Banfeng's magic had not yet reached its limit.

Song Xian? took turns walking with heavy steps, and the snake even touched the soles of Song Xian?'s shoes.

The thing in front of me is really bad. Ever since he learned how to have connected bridal chambers, Song Xian has messed up the order of the bridal chambers. If I remember correctly, now when the door is opened, it should be one room.

Li Banfeng opened the fan and poked it towards Song Xian's throat.

There are a lot of people coming today, so we have to give others a chance to fight.

This storyteller made a statement that came true, which caused Song Xian to be beaten?

The seventy-four blood-colored characters chased after Song Xian and beat him. Song Xian was a little flustered and held the pendulum to defend himself nervously. The pendulum was also clear and sucked them up one by one.

Li Banfeng waved his fan and hit Song Xianyao on the forehead.

The peddler gritted his teeth and said, "Old beggar, he's here to join us!"

The peddler was about to kill Jiao Jiadai when he suddenly felt his muscles and bones go numb.

Why am I still here?

That is my experience of being small-minded. When fighting with Li Banfeng, you must counter his moves. When I fought with Li Banfeng, I only used two moves from beginning to end, either fire or oil. The reason is that you can win by countering his moves.

The Feng Xiu technique took effect and Jiao Jiadai was able to move after standing still.

Who is that person?

Jiao Jiadai was still trying to figure it out when she heard Zhongpeng shouting, "Master, there is no one telling stories outside your body, he listens!"

The knife caused Jiao Jiadai to be seriously injured because her face was lubricated by Xiao Chiyan for Song Xianyao's neck.

How did I cut that one? How did I do it? When did I use the technique?

Song Xianyao is here.

"Brother, why is he here?"

The first room is for peeping cultivators. My wife and Hong Ying are usually willing to stay in the same room. They know where you are and know that you can join the battle as soon as possible before they retreat.

Where is the peddler?

At that point, the peddler would definitely come again, and he realized that his chances of winning were slim.

Could it be that the focus is outside of Li Banfeng, under the storyteller outside the pendulum?

Shan Chengjun dodged quickly, but the peddler also knew how to use his skills. From the moment he accepted the vanishing cream from the peddler, it was certain who would pay the reward.

Jiao Jiadai smiled and said, "Is there any oil?"

Plop!

The storyteller was living under the pendulum. According to Song Xian?'s judgment, Li Banfeng cooperated with the storyteller outside the pendulum. Li Banfeng would perform the corresponding moves according to the plot told by the storyteller. The moves had a visual range, but they were still performed by Li Banfeng, so the key to the response was under Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng and the face are a small fight, I plan to concentrate on getting Jiao Jia.

"Tieshu? Is that all he can do?" He looked disdainful, but he was relaxed on the outside.

Shan Chengjun wanted to run closer and drag Ji Fa over, but the peddler grabbed Shu Wanjuan and shouted at Shan Chengjun: "Stop!"

The peddler also slowed down. I was holding a feather duster and beating Shu Wanjuan violently. Dozens of chicken feathers were flying back and forth outside Shu Wanjuan's body. Shu Wanjuan's body was full of blood holes. Qi Shang picked up the weapon and tried his best to resist.

Jiao Jiadai was on guard, but she had to resist Song Xianyao. It seemed that she had the strength to fight back, but Song Xianyao didn't expect that the pendulum had changed.

The face was small and guided the flames to burn under the iron book.

Huo Xiu Shao was exhausted, as the peddler had taken away at least 40% of the fire on his body, leaving only a few dying flames, but he dared not make any more moves.

I was still able to escape easily. Outside that grease-covered house, any kind of action became very easy. That situation forced me to take out the forehand I had prepared, a vaulted iron certificate.

Jiao Jiadai and her face were slightly different when they saw Honglian, but they still didn't understand Song Xian's intention.

The peddler wiped the blood from his head and said with admiration: "You can see that in him. When it comes to risking his life, he really obeys!"

From her clothes and her appearance, Li Banfeng could tell that the woman behind him was not Li Qi. But I was not a stranger to Li Qi. When I was telling stories outside the teahouse, I only met Li Qi's shadow once.

The fire on his face was indeed strong, but the piece of iron book was used by Li Banfeng to save his life, so it would melt in a short time.

Counting from the time Jiao Jiadai showed up, they fought for dozens of rounds, and that was the first time that the face was accurately used by the little offender.

Now that Li Banfeng is not outside the boundary yet, Song Xianyao first uses the low-worry technique to adjust his condition to the worst.

That is a peddler.

Under the originally smooth surface, a scene appeared like a movie.

His face was small and his heart was stabbed like a hedgehog, and he managed to avoid the vital parts by being slick.

Is this still possible to move back?

Her face was covered with all the fat, and not a bit of fat was left, which was all poured over Li Banfeng.

"Brother, how can you still treat him badly?" The peddler grabbed a handful of vanishing cream and threw it at Jiao Jiadai.

Go to bed?

Li Banfeng's left arm fell off from his shoulder, and blood was spilled all over the ground.

There was a dull thud and blood appeared on Song Xianyao's forehead.

Li Banfeng did meet Jiao Jiadai, but they were very far apart.

There were still a dozen or so leaders left, all uninjured, standing nearby.

No. P,

Although the door lotus, the next one: with the body

My face reacted quickly. It was time to use fire and oil. I remembered that Li Banfeng's iron book was originally blank, otherwise I would have asked Li Banfeng to carve every word.

Can you move things from outside the house into the Lianta Cave Room?

The face was a little worried that Li Banfeng would use techniques such as the same text and the same rules, so he quickly used grease to prevent the spread of sound.

After eating up all the seventy-four characters, Song Xianyao dismantled Li Banfeng's trick and prepared to use the seven horses dismemberment strategy again.

Li Banfeng swung his body, blood splattered, and turned into a dozen "blood" characters, rushing towards Jiao Jiadai.

I just wanted to tear Li Banfeng into pieces using the Seven Horses Dismemberment Technique, but Li Banfeng's body was too stiff, so I only tore off one of his hands.

The storyteller outside the pendulum was still telling a story, and he never stopped: "The storyteller unfolded his folding fan, and the fan stabbed the throat of the man in white."