Slap, the slap hits the face, making a crisp sound.

The big man's head didn't shake, as if the slap was like a ball of cotton without any force.

In fact, the man found that the face was not as strong as expected.

On the contrary, there is only a slight slap, which is like relaxing yourself with muscles.

But he immediately discovered the problem, a very serious problem.

When the boy slapped him just now, a ball of powder seemed to be slapped on his face.

Oh no, there must be something wrong with this powdery ball. This kid is actually a poisonous guy.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a breath surging in his chest and an impulse brewing in his throat.

"Hahahahahahahahaha!"

A loud laughter rushed out of his mouth and resounded throughout the open space.

Whether it was the guards knocked down on the ground or the elders and disciples of the Yifan Sect who were standing in the distance to watch the battle, they all felt inexplicable.

What does the big man laugh so happily before he broke free from the ground?

Could it be that the Medicine Saint is not his opponent, and will he use a killer strike to determine the outcome?

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."

The laughter continued, with no sign of a stop.

And as the laughter became more and more intense, the man began to cough, and even his nose flowed down.

The violent laughter made his stomach hurt, as if his internal organs were completely tangled into a ball, and his limbs and body could not be used to force it, so he naturally could not break free from the ground.

The guards and people who were interested in the sects watching by the open space now understood that something was wrong with the man, and the Medicine Saint must have used some strange method to completely subdue him.

Cheers came one after another, and the fat men who were fond of the mortal sect cheered and jumped, praising the saint of medicine for his wise and magical martial arts.

Elder Sikun walked forward, pointed at the nose of the man and said, "Don't rely on his high level of cultivation to do anything wrong in Fengshou Town.

There are mountains outside the mountain, and there are people outside the people. Today, the Medicine Saint is here, and you can't make waves no matter what!

Listen, hurry up and pack up your things and leave Fengshou Town, this is not your place to stay.”

The man laughed wildly, but his eyes were still filled with contempt. He turned his head aside and pretended not to hear Elder Si Kun's words.

"If you don't want toast, you will be punished for wine!"

Elder Sikun was angry and raised his spoon to knock on the big man's head.

Zheng Qiu stopped Elder Sikun and pointed to the top of the mountain: "Send some disciples to watch him, let's go to the top of the mountain."

Elder Sikun put away the spoon, realized it, and nodded repeatedly and said, "The saint is right. There are more than one foreign enemy cultivator, and there must be accomplices.

I can only ask the saint, you will take action again and catch them all in one go."

Several elders gathered together for a while and left half of the disciples here, watching the big man who was laughing wildly, and the guards lying on the ground.

The others followed the elder and took a carriage hanging by the cliff with Zheng Qiu, pulling the rope across the cliff to the top of the mountain.

The road leading to the top of the cliff has been paved.

After a while, the group walked away, they saw the newly built building and the main hall on the top of the mountain.

This peak, called Tazi Mountain, has a relatively gentle top, like a square with slopes, and is covered with thick green lawns.

There are also hired cultivators on the top of the mountain to serve as guards, with a large number of people, and there are more than twenty at first glance.

When the guards saw the team of Fansan Sect climbing to the top of the mountain, they pulled out their weapons and stood on the grass to block it.

Two more people turned around and ran to the hall, probably to inform the news.

After the battle just now, the people who love Fan Sect became much more courageous.

An elder strode forward, waving a long-handled spoon in the steel.

But no matter how he called, the guards refused to take action, but instead slowly retreated toward the main hall.

These guards are not stupid. Someone has come up to inform you just now. The big boss of his family went down the mountain to meet the enemy with great momentum.

However, the big boss has not come back now, but the enemy has reached the top of the mountain.

If you think about it with your toes, you will know that these enemies will definitely be of great strength. If you can't hold back your pride and fight rashly, you will definitely not have any good results.

Seeing that the quarrel was not good, the elder called on others to attack: "We who love the mortal sect first go ahead and get rid of all the guys who helped the evil, so there is no need to bother the saint of medicine to take action."

The other elders and disciples responded, raised their spoons and shouted loudly, and launched a charge with great momentum.

From Zheng Qiu's perspective, a large group of outrageously fat guys in the Fan Sect launched a charge, like a pile of meat balls rolling on the grass, which seemed particularly strange and ridiculous.

I hope they can take weight loss pills after they go back and lose this exaggerated fat body.

The crowds on both sides quickly contacted, and they formed a ball of ping-pong, and the sounds of spoons and weapons colliding one after another.

From time to time, the energy of energy hits the grass, explodes circles of air waves, and blows out the grass with tiny mud pits.

At this moment, the wooden doors of the hall suddenly opened, and a fierce airflow rushed out from inside.

The five or six guards near the hall and the disciples of the Yifan Sect who were fighting were instantly blown into the air by this airflow and then threw them out from afar.

The rest of the people who loved the mortal sect were shocked and hurriedly retreated and moved away.

But their speed was still too slow. A figure had already rushed out of the hall, waved a long black stick, and flew into the crowd quickly.

Dangdang, a series of metal hitting sounds came, like a dense sound of iron.

The long-handled spoons in the hands of the people in the Fanfan Sect were broken one after another, and the fine steel material was like crispy wooden strips, without any ability to block them.

Immediately afterwards, the figure grabbed the iron armored cotton coat worn by the people of the Fan Sect, turned his body and threw the fat people out one by one.

More than twenty people crossed the sky and fell to the ground, and suddenly fell to the sky.

Only three elders, and two disciples who reacted the fastest, escaped from the opponent's offensive and rolled and crawled to Zheng Qiu's side.

"Fatty guys who love Fan Sect, don't be too tempted. If you come to cause trouble, I will smooth out your entire sect!

Did you hear it..."

The figure stopped and shouted loudly, with a strong anger in his voice.

Suddenly, his shouting came to an abrupt end, his neck stretched out long, his eyes staring like a copper bell.

Bang, the black stick fell to the ground, he rubbed his eyes and glared for a while.

Then, a happy smile instantly filled his face: "Boss? Boss! Boss, you are finally here, but we are waiting to die!"

Just as the figure stopped making moves and started shouting, Zheng Qiu's eyes lit up suddenly.

Oh my God, I know this voice myself!
Chapter completed!