That Mr. Zhizhen is a peerless master. He is always asked to help with problems that God Juganzi cannot solve. It is conceivable how high his divine power is.
Mr. Zhizhen did not rush to catch the two foreign women, but calmed down and waited to see what would happen.
The next day, Mr. Zhizhen had breakfast and sat in the lobby of the inn. Not long after, the two foreign women came downstairs.
Mr. Zhizhen remained calm and observed silently. He found that these two people were wearing gauze scarves, but through the gauze scarves, it could be seen that their appearance was indeed somewhat different from the locals. There was also the difference between their eyebrows.
There is an evil spirit in the room, giving people a feeling of being always arrogant.
They were sitting at a table not far from Mr. Zhizhen. They didn't have breakfast either. They seemed worried.
The sun gradually rose, and the room was warm.
The fragrance exuding from those two women became even stronger.
At this moment, the two women suddenly drew their swords and came towards Mr. Zhizhen.
Who is Mr. Zhizhen? He didn't move at all.
When the two women saw this scene, they were also shocked, "Ouch! Who is this person? Surprisingly, he is not afraid at all!" They quickly stopped and looked at Mr. Zhizhen, the sword in their hands slowly
The ground was let down.
"Oh! That's right. If anything happens, just sit down and talk about it. Why bother using swords and guns? It's a waste of time!"
"Old guy, you've been staring at us maliciously for a long time. What do you want to do?" said the tall woman among them.
"I feel that the sword in your hand does not match your beauty! Maybe you would be more beautiful if you could put down the sword!" Mr. Zhizhen said.
"Old man, you are about to die, and you still talk romantically. You really don't know how to live or die!" The shorter woman said, raised her sword and struck at him.
I saw Mr. Zhizhen duck out of the way, and the woman's sword struck the table.
Soon enough, before the woman could withdraw the sword, Mr. Zhizhen stretched out his finger and flicked the woman's sword. There was a "click" sound, and the sword broke.
The two women were shocked, and immediately jumped two steps away, stood in the corner, and took a defensive posture. The short woman threw away the broken sword, then took out a scimitar and held it across her chest.
The tall woman looked at Mr. Zhizhen and said loudly: "Old man, you and I are strangers, so what grudges do we have? Tell me quickly!"
Hahahahaha! Mr. Zhizhen burst out laughing and said: "You and other people from other lands come to our place to burn, kill, loot and do all kinds of evil. How can I spare you!"
As Mr. Zhizhen spoke, he raised the water in the tea cup into the air, and then flicked it out with his fingers. There was only a clanking sound, the sound of metal collision. Look at the knives in the hands of the two women.
The sword and sword were all beaten with holes and turned into pieces of scrap metal.
The two women were stunned for a moment, thinking: "Oh! Who did we meet today? It's amazing!"
Mr. Zhizhen sat up straight again, turned around and said to the two women in a commanding tone: "Come back! Sit on the chair and let's have a good talk!"
However, those two women were definitely not good people. They quickly understood that running away was the best option.
Before the two women could turn around, Mr. Zhizhen had already arrived at the door, stretched out his hand and slapped them hard in the face twice.
The faces of the two women were beaten red, and "Five Finger Mountain" was printed on each of their faces.
They were originally killers. Before this, they had never failed, let alone suffered a loss. Now it seems that they have encountered a tough problem.
At this time, the two women completely exploded.
They kicked the tables and chairs back and opened up the place, as if they were going to have a fight with Mr. Zhizhen.
Mr. Zhizhen walked slowly to another table and sat down. He looked at them and said, "Let's not beat around the bush anymore. Let's talk about it! Why did you kill people and chop off your arms and chop off your toes?"
The two women were stunned for a moment, then shook their heads and said, "Don't be slanderous, we don't know what you are talking about?"
"Stop denying it! Don't you still know what you are doing?" Mr. Zhizhen's eyes revealed a ferocious look.
The two women said viciously: "You talk so much nonsense! Come on! Let my aunt send you to the West today!" Then the tall woman rushed up.
She didn't know when a soft whip appeared in her hand, and she whipped it straight towards Mr. Zhizhen's head.
Mr. Zhizhen suddenly jumped into the air, and the soft whip hit the chair. With a "click", the back of the chair was broken.
Mr. Zhizhen said in surprise: "Oh! You are very strong!" As he said that, he stood on the corner of the table with one foot.
The short woman then whipped the soft whip in her hand, and Mr. Zhizhen immediately raised his toes, turned around and flew towards the door.
At this time, two women rushed up together.
Mr. Zhizhen quickly pulled up a chair and sat in front of the door.
The tips of the two women's soft whips were thrown in front of Mr. Zhizhen's face like a gust of wind. He didn't rush, pinched it with the fingertips of both hands, and put it into his arms.
There was a sharp tug.
The two women couldn't hold their feet and fell into Mr. Zhizhen's arms.
When they were about to get close to Mr. Zhizhen's body, Mr. Zhizhen suddenly dodged to the side, and the two women both did a "dog eat shit" and lay down on the threshold.
The two women had never suffered such a loss before. After getting up, they turned around and fought for their lives with Mr. Zhizhen.
Mr. Zhizhen flew up to the stairs again, grabbed the sloping railing of the stairs with both hands, put his feet in the air, looked at the two of them with wide eyes, and burst out laughing.
The two women threw themselves in front of Mr. Zhizhen, and the soft whips in their hands whipped out like a violent storm. Mr. Zhizhen moved around and resolved easily without any pressure.
It's a pity that the sloping railing of the staircase fell apart after a while!
Mr. Zhizhen said "swiftly" and jumped onto the candlestick in the hall. The candlestick was hung on the roof with iron chains and was very strong.
Mr. Zhizhen was wandering on the candlestick and said, "You two, haven't you had enough fun?" As he said that, he broke off a piece of candle and held it in his hand. Then, with a twist of his fingers, a ball of flame ignited.
stand up.
At this time, the tall woman had already rushed under the candlestick, used all her strength to hit the soft whip on the iron chain, and pulled it back, and the iron chain was pulled aside.
Mr. Zhizhen immediately jumped down and landed lightly on his feet.
The short woman also rushed in front of Mr. Zhizhen.
She turned the soft whip in her hand into a short spear in an instant and stabbed Mr. Zhizhen directly in the cheek.