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Chapter 211 Borrowing Your Head

After being served by two dragons, Tang San's funeral was already exhausted.

Lying lazily on the bathroom mat.

Opposite are the Ben Leihu and Xiashan Hu, and I have Monkey Sun following me.

"Brother Tang, I didn't expect you to be so far-sighted and scheming. I really admire you. If you can capture Dragon City, we will split it equally."

It turned out that Tang Sanzong told him a plan, planning to kill the county magistrate, then proclaim himself king and recruit all his soldiers.

At first, Ben Leihu thought he was bragging. How could he do this?

Especially when Tang San was buried, he had no helpers at all and only had this monkey around him.

However, when Sun Houhou performed his chest-breaking performance, everyone was immediately stunned.

A single monkey can defeat an army of thousands.

"Shit! What does this mean? How can a small dragon city accommodate my appetite? My wish is to win the human world." Tang San's eyes were far away.

Ben Leihu also showed a shocked look.

On the other hand, Xiashanhu is extremely disdainful, thinking that you are just bragging.

I also said that we would win the Three Realms!

"Brother, this matter is not easy to handle. The county magistrate is not alone. I heard that he has been seconded to other places. Soldiers and horses are coming soon, probably to deal with you." Ben Leihu was slightly worried.

Tang Sanzun didn't take it to heart at all: "It's okay, I'll take care of it if anything happens!"

In Longmen Yamen, the lights are still on at this time.

Li Hu, the county magistrate, was sitting at the desk with a happy face.

In his hand was a letter written by Zhang Xiaomeng to him.

It turns out that he has returned from Neptune City.

Lord Shan Bao, the lord of the city, assigned his confidant General Zhou Ping to personally bring his men and horses to kill Tang San Burial here.

Zhou Ping had long heard that he had a pair of silver melon hammers in his hands, and his arms had the power of a thousand gold, making him unstoppable.

It would be great to have him here to help, but this time Tang San's burial was not beaten to pieces.

Just thinking about it makes me feel excited.

Calculating the time, I feel that we will arrive in two days.

During this period of time, he had also been secretly sending people to follow Tang Sanzong and monitor their every move.

I found this guy to be quite wild, wandering around the land of fireworks every day.

Other than that, there seems to be nothing special about it.

Relations with the people gradually eased.

The only thing that worried him was that according to reports from his subordinates, Tang San's burial would sometimes linger in front of his house.

I don't know what kind of changes will happen, which makes people worried.

The naive Li Hu thought that no matter how awesome Tang San was, he would not dare to attack him because he was an official of the imperial court.

Anyway, the army is about to attack, so he has nothing to fear.

Zhang Xiaomeng, who he was most looking forward to returning, was rushing towards Dragon City with Zhou Ping and ten thousand troops.

The two did not dare to stop on the road, hoping to solve the problem as soon as possible.

Seeing it getting closer and closer, everyone gradually relaxed.

At this time they were stationed in the mountain col.

Zhou Ping, who was sitting in the camp, said to Zhang Xiaomeng: "We have been marching for days and our horses and men are exhausted. We should relax a little. We will arrive in two days anyway, so there is no need to rush."

Zhang Xiaomeng thought about it. Anyway, there was no need to worry with so many people. As long as their army arrived, they would definitely crush Tang San's funeral.

"General Zhou, I still want to remind you that Tang San's burial is not as simple as you think. He doesn't know what the mystery is, and the monkey next to him is also very difficult to deal with. He seems to be invulnerable."

Zhou Ping didn't take it to heart and laughed loudly, "It's nothing more than a golden bell, but he can't walk two rounds under my hammer. Over the years, I have met many people who claim to have superpowers, but in the end, they are all

Beat me to death!"

I know that the silver melon hammer in his hand is very powerful, each one weighs one hundred kilograms!!

Don't talk about resisting, I'm afraid you will die without a burial place if you touch it.

A mere mortal can carry these two hammers, but it is unimaginable to use them forcefully and with great force.

If it weren't for Zhou Pingtian's abnormality,

People may not be able to use it either.

Not wanting Zhang Xiaomeng to worry more, Zhou Ping raised his glass to drink with him, killing time and feeling the calm before the war.

Before the two of them touched the wine to their lips, suddenly there was chaos outside.

Not knowing what happened, the two people hurriedly ran out of the tent.

A person stood there in the firelight, looking around.

Don't know where it came from either.

But he looks a little strange, holding a Zen staff in his hand.

With the help of the firelight, Zhou Ping took two steps forward, and Zhang Xiaomeng also shouted loudly: "Who is coming? Take off the mask!"

When I saw this person with red hair and a blue face, I originally thought it was a mask.

How did they know that this person was none other than Sha Wujing!!

It turned out that when Sha Wujing was heading to Longcheng, he suddenly saw fire in the mountain col and found many soldiers and horses resting here.

Without thinking too much, he could guess that it must be to deal with Tang San's funeral.

He was a little embarrassed at first, after all, he secretly left the team, and now he might be dissatisfied if he went back.

I thought it was just the right time for these people to show up and I could have a meeting gift.

When he fell from the sky, everyone was naturally frightened. They didn't know where the killing god came from.

Sha Wujing looked back at Zhang Xiaomeng and Zhou Ping with strange expressions.

"You...who is the leader?"

I don’t know what this means. Could it be that he was sent by the enemy to assassinate him?

However, their whereabouts were kept secret. In order to prevent Tang San's burial from finding out, extra personnel were sent along the way to seal the news.

Could it really be sent by Tang Sanzong?

Zhang Xiaomeng took a step forward and asked, "Do you know who we are? How dare you commit murder here? Who are you!"

Sha Wujing continued to sneer.

As if he found this person difficult to deal with, Zhou Ping had already silently returned to the camp.

After putting on his armor, he picked up two silver melon hammers and walked out of the tent.

"It's useless for you to know who I am. If you don't want everyone to die without a burial place, I advise you to tell me."

In fact, Sha Wu Jing really didn't want to kill everyone.

He felt that if he killed the leader, these people would disperse and not cause trouble.

But I'm afraid it cannot be established.

"It turns out to be you!"

Zhang Xiaomeng noticed that Sha Wujing was looking at him.

I think he is the leader.

I can't help but wonder, where did I see this thing coming from?

It turned out that Sha Wujing discovered that Zhou Ping was wearing armor and holding a weapon walking outside the tent, and he realized that he was not the leader.

This guy should be a pioneer.

How can the elder brother personally go to the battlefield?

How could Sha Wujing know that Zhou Ping had always believed that his martial arts skills were invincible, so he was naturally willing to put himself in danger.

"I will give you one last chance. If you dare to cause trouble again, I will definitely let you die without a burial place." Zhou Ping said sullenly, swinging the silver melon hammer.

Sha Wujing moved the magic shovel, "Since my magic power has just recovered, I really want to go on a killing spree. It's good to stretch my muscles and bones!!"

Hearing the word "mana" makes one's heart tremble.

Unfortunately, before he could make another move, Sha Wujing had already taken the initiative!

Swing the magic treasure shovel and shoot it down.

Weekly response is quick, and the hammers move upward.

clang!!

The sound of steel clashing spread far away in an instant...


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