My luck can go against the sky

Han Zirong sighed, stopped looking at him, and handed the clothes in his arms to Tie Zhongyun together with Xiaoguai: "There is a problem here, you can't stay anymore, you have to leave immediately."

"You hold me Xiaogua, she can protect you in case something happens."

Tie Zhongyun's expression changed, but he still held Xiaoguai nervously, and then said in confusion.

"Aren't the people here full of enthusiasm."

"The old man gave me clothes to wear."

Han Zirong said coldly: "People still want your life, of course they have to be nice to you."

"Go, it's hard to stay here."

"It's important to go back. I have time here to see what is going on. There are still a lot of things waiting for us in Jiangxia City."

Tie Zhongyun no longer procrastinated, nodded vigorously, put on clothes in threes, hugged Xiaoguai cautiously, and coaxed in a low voice: "You have to behave, don't bite uncle."

Xiaoguai took a breath and covered his nose: "Uncle smells like Baba, Xiaoguai doesn't bite."

Tie Zhongyun: "..."

Han Zirong took Jianxin and walked ahead, seeing everyone in the ancestral hall as if there was nothing, and taking Tie Zhongyun step by step forward.

Sitting on a chair drinking tea, Luo Si saw that Han Zirong wanted to leave, his face suddenly changed, and he winked at everyone in the village.

Then he shouted loudly: "Lady, what's wrong, this is, going?"

"Don't you have said that we will stay in the village for a few days."

"Our villages are all good people, and they are not wicked villages. It's too shameful for you to leave without saying a word."

"Where do you let the old man put my face."

Having said that, stood up and took a few steps forward to hold Tie Zhongyun.

The voice fell.

The villagers in the stockade suddenly looked at the four of Han Zirong.

"Well goodbye to the old man, eat a meal, stay overnight and leave tomorrow morning."

"This is the rule in our stockade. No matter where you are, as long as you enter our stockade and encounter funerals and ceremonies, you should stay a few more days."

Luo Si pulled Tie Zhongyun and said.

Outside the gate of the ancestral hall, Luo Dehai was holding an iron rod, and standing beside the gate with a few empresses from the village, quietly waiting.

Tie Zhongyun wanted to get rid of Luo Si and grabbed his next door, but found that the old man was holding on tightly. No matter how he moved, the old man would hold on tightly. For Han Zirong said that there was something strange in this stockade, he immediately believed that. suspect.

As expected, what Han Zirong said was correct, and it seemed that it was the same this time, Tie Zhongyun thought.

A shock on his shoulders, after the bloody battle in Baohe, he has now reached the pinnacle of the superpower E-level, and can advance at any time.

And wanting to shake the old man's hand is easy.

What's more, he is still a power system supernatural person!

The body just shook slightly, and his arm broke free from the old man's hand, and then a series of steps, jumped through the crowd, and stood at the door.

Luo loosened his four hands, raised his hands high, and moved back again and again. After a pause, Luo fell to the ground.

A sad scream suddenly sounded.

Luo Si lay on the ground looking at Tie Zhongyun angrily, and cursed: "You white-eyed wolf, I kindly let you live in the ancestral hall, and I also found you clothes for you to wear. I didn't expect that you white-eyed wolf would hit me. !"

"Report to the official, arrest them first, and then hand it over to the official's people when the government arrives!"

After all, the villagers who had been standing calmly in the courtyard of the ancestral hall suddenly rushed to Han Zirong, Tie Zhongyun.

Luo Dehai, who had been waiting at the door, also jumped out and stopped at the door, holding an iron rod, looking at Tie Zhongyun viciously.

"Dare to fight Fourth Master, I will kill you!"

After that, he waved the iron rod and slammed it towards Tie Zhongyun.

Han Zirong looked at the turbulent crowd, Yuan Ying's power suddenly started, and said coldly: "Enough, stop it!"

With a sharp shout, the crowd was immediately calmed down.

In the well, Luo Liangping had a smile on his cold, unwavering face, his figure flashed, and he flowed out of the ancestral hall along the underground water. After flashing his body, he came to the stone monument at the intersection of Zhenhanzhai and the outside world.

Luo Liangping took off the brush hanging from his waist.

The brush is light blue all over, and the nib is a little brighter.

On the body of the pen, there are three big characters of Hanwu pen.

The font is in Xingkai, elegant as wind.

Luo Liangping held his hair, stood still, and stroked in the air.

"seal!"

"fan!"

"God sleepy!"

"Cold mist!"

"Cold wolf, ice bird, gluttonous."

The words and words, as Luo Liangping's voice fell, rapidly became bigger.

The seal word fell on the ground, and the word "sleepy god" melted into the air.

The word cold mist gradually disappeared, and a cloud of cold mist immediately enveloped the entire cold village.

The puzzles melted on the surface, and the terrain and topography of the entire Zhenhanzhai changed instantly, and it was no longer what it looked like before.

The cold wolf crumbled and splashed everywhere, and the howling of the wolf echoed in the house.

The ice bird flies in the sky, forms one character, one character forms a head, and swims in the sky.

The word gluttony fell in front of Luo Liangping's eyes, but in an instant, it turned into a fierce beast gluttony in the scriptures of mountains and seas. Between the shaking body, it was as lifelike as a living thing.

In the blink of an eye, a transparent cold mist covered the entire Zhenhan Village.

Luo Liangping smiled lightly, looked back at Han Zirong in the ancestral hall, and smiled lightly: "It's not that easy if you want to go!"

Luo Liangping looked at the young school 650 years ago, with a smile on his mouth, as if he had returned to a century ago.

"Master, you always say that good is not to be lost and evil is not to grow."

"Liang Ping has been evil for six hundred and fifty years, is there a cause for retribution?"

"Today I have more great merits, Master, you are wrong."

"You gave me the book "The Spring and Autumn" and hoped that I could hold onto my body with kindness, but I don't know that in the Spring and Autumn Period, when wars are raging, why is there any great kindness?

"For the evil one, it will last long!" Luo Liangping said firmly, with his head up high.

In the ancestral hall, Han Zirong looked sideways at the stone stele of Zhenhanzhai, but found that he could not see anything. When the divine consciousness explored forward, it was even more difficult. However, in a moment, Han Zirong could not support the outward divine knowledge and quickly closed Came back.

Han Zirong's face became cold, and he took Jianxin and walked out.

Seeing this, everyone in the ancestral hall immediately rushed towards Han Zirong again.

Han Zirong's eyes condensed, and he said: "Zhen!"

Huge spiritual power gushed out of Han Zirong's mouth, and immediately stopped everyone inside and outside the ancestral hall!

With a system in his body, he can flexibly master the power of the Nascent Soul and the many methods that the Nascent Soul can bring to him without deliberately practicing.

Seeing where Tie Zhongyun was still standing still, Han Zirong said anxiously: "Why are you still standing there?"

"The old man can't die!"

Tie Zhongyun recovered and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

If you really missed and killed the old man, he will definitely be convicted in the bureau. It is okay if there is a mission to accidentally injured the body, but he will definitely not escape the punishment in the bureau!

No wonder Tie Zhongyun was stunned. The moment the old man fell, let alone Tie Zhongyun, even Han Zirong's heart was raised.

Seeing Tie Zhongyun regained his senses, Han Zirong stopped staying too much, pulled Tie Zhongyun into the sky, and went straight to the entrance of the village.

The ancestral hall in Zhaizikou is not far away, but there is still some distance.

Looking down from the sky, there are thousands of families living in the cold village of the town. At this time, people are walking towards the ancestral hall.

Although the cold fog was heavy, the crowd still moved forward, not at all frightened by the sudden appearance of cold fog.

A high-pitched bird's song sounded in Han Zirong's ears, and Han Zirong stopped and accelerated forward.

As soon as he was about to fly out of the border of the cold village, Han Zirong's figure suddenly stopped, carrying Tie Zhongyun and Jianxin, his figure plummeted downward.

Land and stand still.

Han Zirongshen looked outside, and the stone monument at the entrance of the village was no longer visible.

Further forward, the cold fog will become thicker.

The spirit within his body couldn't fully detect how far away from the real exit, Han Zirong's face was pale, and he looked up at the sky.

"What the hell is it!"