Mountain Little Divine Doctor

Fang Qi frowned and thought: I'm afraid the monk is also a fake. Maybe he was replaced by a ronin. I'll see what he can do. The hemp cake monk cut it off with a knife. Fang Qi still didn't move, but a finger popped out of his left hand and took his ruler hole with strong Qi. The hemp cake monk was rushing forward. Unexpectedly, he felt weak in his arms before he arrived, but the man rushed straight to Fang Qi and was kicked and rolled to the ground.

The monk also has some skills. Although he didn't see clearly, he knew what the other party had done. He bent his wrist slightly, broke through the acupoint with genuine Qi, and stood up again. This time, he didn't dare to underestimate the black faced boy any more. Standing up, one palm seemed to make a gesture to recite the Buddha's horn in front of him, but he forced the Qi of his whole body onto his two palms, shook his hands and took Fang Qi up and down with two cold lights.

Fang Qi stretched out his hand, took out the chrysanthemum positive knife from Miao Miao, and knocked the two concealed weapons away with a "clang", still sitting still. Everyone applauded again. It wasn't intended to cheer him up, but everyone who was sitting would do it a few times. The hemp cake monk and little black face knew that they were both very powerful. Although hemp cake is not bad, it is much worse than little black face.

Hemp cake monk didn't expect that the two Pipa nails were also knocked away. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Qi carefully up and down, but he really couldn't see what was strange about Fang Qi. Practitioners are divided into literary and martial arts. Literary practice is only practice, and will not practice boxing and foot Kung Fu. You should know that there are too few people with both civil and military cultivation. Even if he is so young, he may not be so skilled. These two Pipa nails have condensed ten percent of the true Qi and were easily knocked open by him. Is there any reason?

Fang Qi waved to him, "what other Kung Fu do you have? Take it out. I'm not afraid of you. If you don't get down, I'll lose, OK? "

Ma Bing's heart was cruel. He rubbed his hands quickly. Soon, two red flames burned in his heart and threw them at Fang Qi. Miao Miao looked clearly and warned, "this thing can't be knocked open. It will explode." Sooner or later, the two flames came to us in a blink.

Fang Qi twirled his fingers and lifted up two clouds of white gas in his hand. As soon as the two flames came to his eyes, they were wrapped by white gas. Fang Qi flicked his finger and bounced back the balloon wrapped in white gas. The speed was so fast that everyone couldn't see clearly, so he saw that the hemp cake monk was hit by the air mass. As soon as the air mass hit the monk's body, it burst "poof" and "boom" exploded, which immediately wrapped the monk in the burning fire.

No one expected that the monk set fire to burn himself. It was only a stunned time. The flame burned the monk into a dead bone. The dead bone was still struggling and screaming in the fire. Soon he fell to the ground and soon turned into a pile of white ash.

From the time when the hemp cake monk set fire to the time when he burned to ashes, it was only a mouthful of dry smoke. Not to mention the more than a dozen stronghold leaders below, even the mangli head sat on it and looked at it with horror and saliva all over the ground. For a while, all the people came back. For a time, they only felt two wars. They wanted to speak, but their throat was dry and could not make a sound. Everyone was in a cold sweat, which was frightening.

Fang Qi stood up with his clothes on his body: "everybody, I'll show my eyes. The hemp cake monk is a Japanese sorcerer. Just now he cast Yin Fire, but he didn't have enough Qi. He was devoured by Yin Fire and burned to ashes. I can't blame him. "

In a word, the responsibility is pushed clean. It is said that the monk did use magic. As Fang Qi said, his true Qi is insufficient, and the Yin fire still needs to return. Hemp cake monk also knows the power of Yin Fire, otherwise he wouldn't bite his teeth and set fire ruthlessly. He really tied himself up in a cocoon and killed himself.

People don't know what's going on. What little black face says is what he says. Anyway, now the hemp cake monk has been killed by him, which is called dead without proof.

The mangli head wiped his saliva, got up and hugged the other party: "Your Excellency really exists like an immortal. I took it. Come on, serve the wine and food! " At this time, the people finally returned to their souls, stood up one after another, and said to themselves, fortunately, they stopped the stronghold leader and didn't kill them, otherwise they couldn't close their eyes when they died. What's the matter if they died without making clear.

On the wine table, Fang Qi lifted the wine and said, "we are acting under orders." as long as you assist the long princess in killing the Uighurs, your royal highness will surely reward you. You can also become famous in the first World War and achieve the great dream of returning home.

The mangy head no longer had the original arrogant temper. He salivated and asked, "Sir, what kind of official can I be if I fall?"

Fang Qi wanted to clean up this kind of hooligan bandit with him, but he thought that after all, he had been a stronghold leader for so many years, he had to give him some face, so he said: "according to the habits of the Mongolian Yuan people, you should be able to unify the army."

The mangli head didn't know how big an official Tongbing was. Fang Qi explained to him, "a senior official is to rush in front and kill his men with a big knife and a rattle." Miao Fang said, "you can't beat Miao Feng, of course. After the battle, her royal highness will pay for it. Alas, with so many people on the mountain, who is the most powerful? "

The mangli head called the second stronghold leader: "my Lord asked, who is the most powerful in our city."

Of course, the second stronghold leader has to flatter, "of course, our stronghold leader is powerful."

The leprosy head proudly patted the bald head: "people lift people and coax them. I'm not bad to them at ordinary times, hehe." Fang Qixin said, it's a mule or a horse. You'll know what you are when you fight. Then he said, "well, after dinner, let's practice. Let's have a look. Oh, yes, you send two more people to ride the fast horse to Surabaya town to report the royal highness of the princess, so that your royal highness can also provide you with a broadsword. What is your wooden gun, at least you need to use iron gun head.

The mangy head smiled shyly: "we are not poor. It's good to have these things." Nodded and called them, "you ride to Surabaya town to report that Baodu Gu has fallen."

After dinner, someone banged the gong and shouted to everyone to gather. A group of officials accompanied the leader Fang qimiaomiao to inspect and walked around the street. There were indeed many people in Baodu Gu, but even the head of mangli was ugly at the sight of their costumes and swords and halberds.

Although there are a large number of people, they are dressed like they escaped from the refugee camp. Their bottoms are exposed in places where they are naked and ragged. Many people wear straw sandals on their feet. Holding sticks, forks, sickles and other farm tools.