"It's done—"

Song Fengchen was happy on the face, but still did not dare to relax.

Because he knew that if he wanted to trick Zong Guiren, it would not be enough to rely on this palm.

He said anxiously: "Don't do it yet—"

Hearing this, the Ding family, who was waiting by the side, immediately turned on the water gun switch in their hands, and the turbulent water spouted out. In a short while, the blood formation on the ground was washed away clean.

Song Fengchen waved his hand to sweep out the grass man and the dust on the altar table. He reached out and took a new blank grass man from Xuanzhen's hand and placed it on the altar table. Xuanhe brought in a paper man who was waiting for Song Fengchen and placed it. On the open ground behind Song Fengchen.

After doing this, the two immediately returned.

"Wow!"

Song Fengchen stepped out a short distance with his right foot, straightened his back, and kicked up a horse.

He just saw his hands in a ball shape, palms facing each other, fingers forward, and he said in his mouth: "Substitute for your body, white paper as your face, and five-color paper as your clothes. If it is not opened, it will be paper, and the light will become magical—"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took the brush on the altar table and dipped it in the adjusted cinnabar.

As soon as he turned around, the paper man on the ground rose to the ground and stood firmly in front of him.

He picked up a pen and quickly drew a psychic talisman on the chest of the paper man, and then turned the pen upside down, a little bit on the forehead of the paper man, and a golden light burst into the paper man's eyes.

He turned around, threw away the writing brush in his hand, brought his feet together, and leaped upward with a boost of breath, and shouted: "Left ear listens to Yin, right ear to Yang Jian. You and Mo Zhuang Mo are surnamed at the same time. Inexplicable Mo The surname is catastrophic, so you can keep yourself safe, so why don't you distinguish between the true and the false?

With the last word'Ling' falling, his feet just landed on the insteps of the paper man.

"Oh!"

After doing this, Song Fengchen reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

In this world, it’s not just Zong Guiren who will find a substitute—

His gaze fell on the blank grass man on the altar, he let out a long sigh, then picked up the knife next to Sanqingling and cut through the thumb of his left hand, and the blood instantly seeped out.

He lifted his finger and pressed it on the forehead of the grass man, and swiped it down forcefully, leaving a blood mark on the grass man in the sound of gasp.

I saw him withdraw his hand, staring at the grass man stubbornly, his index and middle fingers were brought together, his right fingers were placed on the inside of his left wrist, and he shouted: "Qi—"

…

boom-

Zong Guiren, who flew out, slammed the stone lion in front of the courtyard.

"puff!"

Zong Guiren, who fell to the ground, spouted a mouthful of blood.

He clutched his chest, curled his body, grabbed the ground with his head, his features twisted into a ball.

After a while, he slowed down, panting heavily, and limp on the ground with his feet upside down.

"Master!" said the ghost in red, who didn't know when she floated over, cautiously.

Zong Guiren looked grim: "Where is Xiaoxiao, who dares to break ground on Tai Sui?"

Ever since he became famous, has he ever been teased like this?

If this revenge is not avenged, he swears not to be a man.

But I don't want to say that as soon as the voice fell, in the void, there was a thunder and explosion!

"Zong Guiren, take your life!"

Zong Guiren suffocated his throat, and when he looked up, a blood man appeared above him. It raised its fist high and rushed at him.

"go-"

Zong Guiren gave an order, and the female ghost in red curled her palms into sharp claws, and immediately greeted her.

In the next moment, the two figures smashed into one.

"boom!"

Between the floating light and shadow, like thunder and explosion, Yu Wei turned into strong winds, rolling up flying sand in the sky.

Zong Guiren reflexively raised his right hand to block his eyes, and when his eyes finally adjusted to the current environment, he put down his hands and the blood man hit a tie with the red ghost.

He smiled sternly: "Good job."

After speaking, he took off the Buddhist beads from his wrists and recited the spell silently. The beads on the hand string immediately buzzed and trembled.

He transmitted the voice to the female ghost in red: "Bring it to me!"

Hearing this, the red ghost did not hesitate, and once again shot at the blood man. The moment the two red lights collided, the red ghost spewed out a mouthful of blood, and then she was invincible. Apparently, he turned around and fled in the direction where Zongguiren was by the strong wind generated by the collision.

Sure enough, the blood man took the opportunity to catch up.

But I didn't want to. Just when the red ghost was about to land, she flashed away sideways, leaving the blood man facing Zong Guiren.

It's now!

Zong Guiren grabbed the Buddha beads and threw them forward. The Buddha beads turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the blood man, and in the next moment, it was wrapped around its neck.

"receive-"

Zong Guiren yelled violently, and the prayer beads tightened instantly, and the blood man fell from mid-air holding his throat with both hands.

It struggled desperately, but couldn't break away from the **** of the prayer beads.

"But so!"

Zong Guiren sneered, but didn't wait for him to breathe a sigh of relief, as if he understood his situation, the blood man made a decisive decision and planned to escape.

Seeing the red light on the blood man rushing to the head quickly, disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye from his feet to the upper and lower body.

"Want to escape, no way—"

Zong Guiren let out a cold drink, immediately closed his eyes, raised his sword fingers, and quickly chanted a spell in his mouth. The next moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, and sternly said: "Break for me—"

Only heard a bang, the blood man exploded out of thin air.

The gunpowder dissipated, leaving only a piece of straw.

…

Ding's villa.

"Prickly—"

With a fire light coming out of the grass man, and another bang, the paper man behind Song Fengchen exploded out of thin air. Although he had been prepared for a long time, he was blown away by the strong wind generated by the explosion along with the altar.

"Look less to master Song!"

Xuan Zhen and the others gathered around.

"It's okay, cough cough."

Standing up with Xuanzhen's hand, Song Fengchen stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes fell on the paper man who was drowned in the fire not far away.

There was a paper man who blocked 90% of the offensive for him, and his injuries were not serious at all, and he would be able to get better in one night at most.

However, Zong Guiren would not know this, I believe he will be delivered to the door soon.

…

"Did you find it clear?" Zong Guiren said sharply, lying half leaning on the bed, looking at the middle-aged man next to him.

"Check, check it out!" The middle-aged man couldn't help taking out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and wiping the cold sweat on his forehead: "Yesterday afternoon, the housekeeper of Ding's house picked up a young man from the airport. I bought it. The bodyguard of the Ding family said that the young man came from the capital of the mainland. Ding Sijing called him Master Song, and the master and apprentice Guangyang called him to be less observant."

"Also, after dinner last night, Ding Sijing suddenly gave the bodyguards and servants in the villa a vacation..." At this point, the middle-aged man's voice slowly fell.

really-

The Ding family is really fateful!

"Song?" Zong Guiren's right hand on his chest suddenly clenched.

It's not exactly a **** slap under the clothes.

With desperate palms, you can place your palms at the opponent's humanoid stand-in. The person in the middle palm will become weaker and weaker and will eventually be unable to escape violent death.

"Damn it!"

This is naked revenge.

Zong Guiren gritted his teeth.

He has traveled in Southeast Asia for more than ten years, relied on extraordinary methods, arrogant and domineering, and has never offended people in the past.

If his enemies knew that he had been shot, it is hard to guarantee that they would not be moved by the wind and besieged him in groups.

Never sit still!

Zonggui Rengai was desperate, and it was not that he could not be softened to the Song surname. After all, Guangyang could only live for seven days, but he could survive at least the first half of the year. The Ding family must be more anxious than him.

It's just that this is not his style; secondly, the surname Song has been injured by him-he believes in his own methods, and he deeply believes that with his trick, Song Fengchen would have to pay even if he didn't lose half of his life. The price of serious injury.

In this case, it is better to chase after victory.

Zong Guiren had an idea instantly. He looked up at the middle-aged man and shouted: "When will the ten pairs of virgin boys and girls I want arrive?"

The middle-aged man looked flattering: "My husband said that I can deliver it to you at the latest tomorrow morning."

Zong Guiren's expression changed, and he said sharply, "Tell Zhang Gongdu that if he can't deliver what I want before 12 noon today, I will first charge his two sons and one daughter."

The surname Song seems to be a bit of a background, it is hard to guarantee that he will not be young and old. Therefore, he must seize the opportunity to recover from his injury as soon as possible. Tonight, he must pay the price for his arrogance and ignorance.

The middle-aged man wrinkled his face like a bitter gourd, but he could only say: "Yes, yes, yes."