Chapter 1614

Yin Ziyu grabs the wild rat shrewdly, cuts it open, cleans it with snow, and puts it on the fire shelf in front of him. This guy doesn't know what he usually does. In the cloth bag around his waist, there are thirteen spices and so on. After a while, the smell of barbecue comes out, which makes the slovenly old man greedy.

Just now the anger suddenly subsided, salivated, ran over, squinted, took a deep breath, exclaimed: "tut Tut, boy has two hands, really sweet."

"It's delicious, isn't it?" Yin Ziyu asked with a smile.

The slovenly old man nodded hard.

"Why don't you go to work?" Yin Ziyu stares.

Meng Changfeng was indignant: "I protest that you are abusing the elderly. I've been shouting for two hours, and it's your turn. How can I be so bossy. Besides, there is no one in this place. I suspect you are deliberately retaliating against me. "

There are already two or three wild mice on the yinziyu barbecue rack, all of which emit a curly fragrance, which makes Meng Changfeng gnash his teeth.

The key is that at the beginning, he was invited by Yin Ziyu, but he refused with disdain. He also took out some ham sausages from his pocket to show off, and ate them in front of Yin Ziyu's face without giving them a cent.

It's also the old devil who is so self righteous that he thinks that it won't be long before he gets off the plane to find his daughter. When the time comes, he will be popular and spicy, and he will have to suffer the grievance of eating mice?

Who knows, after walking for half a day and a night, they were freezing to death in the snow. They lost their way and couldn't contact anyone at all. In the wilderness, Yin Ziyu didn't bother to take out his mobile phone to contact others, just to clean up the stubborn old devil.

Of course, more importantly, he should take a good look at this strange old ghost. His identity can be confirmed. He is the current master of the Shuangdao Meng family, and a famous master of drawing swords in the Wulin.

But the old devil always said things upside down. He couldn't figure out which sentence was true or false. Some of them are anecdotes of the past, while others are related to Xueding temple. Intermittently disordered, useful and useless, so that Yin Ziyu always feel uneasy, take him directly to.

And to be honest, he was really lost.

When you come to the ghost place far away from the crowd, you can see that it's a vast expanse of white from all sides. There are mountain peaks one after another. You don't know which side is the right passage.

It looks like there's a signal on the cell phone. It's impossible to get through when you dial it out. The so-called "all China Netcom" is a joke in this old forest. Yin Ziyu simply changed it into a power-saving mode and took the old ghost around.

The reason why I'm not in a hurry is that I have a big deacon around me. Anyway, the old boy said, only the key, without the things in his hand, still can't enter the snow top palace.

So as long as he doesn't arrive, everyone has to wait. Now the only thing that made him curious was what the other key was.

At least Yin Ziyu knew that he was single with the big deacon, and it was only a draw with all means. But Meng Changfeng couldn't do anything at all. He tried to imitate the old boy's Kung Fu with Wuliang kunwang's hand, but he found that there was no time to absorb it. The big deacon had turned over and fell to the ground, and he was obedient.

Every time Meng Changfeng chuckled, his chin was raised haughtily, and his face was full of elation. He's very proud to let Yin Gang's Apprentice die.

The skill of drawing swords is not only about the instant burst of spirit and strength, but also the concentrated embodiment of the whole life's understanding of the skill of drawing swords. This skill can't be learned by any little boy. Even Yin Gang once said that the unique skills of a real martial arts master are just like those of Wuliang kunwang. No one else can steal them.

For example, Duan's one Yang finger in Dali, the lion roar in Buddhism, and the drawing technique of the Meng family. These are all unique skills that can't be copied. Even if Yin Gang himself hadn't been immersed in this way for decades, he would never have been able to show his original skills, let alone copy his power.

The great deacon is also unlucky. Originally, he was the number one figure in the whole dark world by his strength. When he came to the Central Plains, he found that his proud strength was like playing in people's eyes. Only in this way could he understand what Lord Antonio had told him to warn him not to go to the Central Plains, which is the forbidden area for all people in the dark world.

The big deacons have more and more power. They gradually realize the power of using all kinds of resources. They also believe in their own minds. They are proud of the truth that they don't think it can work in the dark world and abroad. They can't work in the Central Plains.

Until he met Meng Changfeng, all the intrigues were fanned out by two big ears. I don't care what tricks you play. If you catch a thief, you'll catch the king first. There's nothing wrong with you.This day and night, Yin Ziyu and Meng Changfeng did not make him better. Because of Yin Ziyu's suggestion, Meng Changfeng was never too far away from him, and every other hour he would block his acupoints again, so that the Deacon's idea of running away came to an end again and again.

Meng Changfeng has a strange temper. Every time he seals his acupoints, he will smoke his two big ear melon seeds. There's no reason, just playing. Once the big deacon has any unconvinced expression, it will add a few big ears. In the end, I was completely convinced.

From the No.2 figure of the night eater's powerful faction to the role of prisoner, the Deacon has experienced an extremely painful journey.

Until the whole face was beaten and swollen into bread, and the body after being specially strengthened by the crazy laboratory could not bear the strange torture of old pervert Meng Changfeng, the proud man finally realized the reality in tears.

The Wulin of the Central Plains is really terrible. Any wretched slovenly old man has such a terrible skill. Thanks to these people who just want to stay in the Central Plains, if they unite to march towards the dark world, I'm afraid no force can resist them.

Without barbecue wild rat meat, Meng Changfeng, an old monster, turns his eyes to the big deacon.

The deacon was very smart, but his acupoints were sealed, and he couldn't move. He said nervously, "I didn't say anything, it's nothing to do with me."

Meng Changfeng pressed his finger with a click. He walked over with a smile: "what does it have to do with you that I want to beat you?"

The big deacon is still in severe pain. The old monster uses internal force to attack. His muscles and bones are damaged for a long time. It's hard to recover. If he continues to fight, he will really cause permanent damage.

"What do you want to do? I've been very cooperative. Don't you want to enter the snow capped palace?" The great deacon screamed with grief and indignation