An ordinary old fisherman who should have tried his best to escape.

The half-counter was stunned.

"I used to have a tide at sea, you guys are still bastards!" The old fisherman clicked a pole with one hand, and his boat was like an arrow, passing through the two tigers rushing towards each other, he shouted loudly, his old face There was also a terrifying ferocity on the top, "I'm afraid you guys—"

The waves roared, and a bone fork was thrown into the air.

The old fisherman collapsed with a bang, blood splashing on Banshou's face.

Turn around.

"Fuck/Your Great Wilderness!"

He wiped the blood from his face, looked down for a while, suddenly jumped up, and growled hysterically.

Lu Jing was at the head of the city, staring blankly at the brightly lit sea.

Thousands and thousands of boats come and go.

mortal.

It's just the mortal Zhunan Haimin rowing the boat and breaking the waves. They relied on the water skills honed in the poor wind and waves, and under the fangs of the demon, they rescued a Shanhaige disciple who was too late to withdraw. They are real flesh and blood, and a wave of demons rushed to the death of hundreds of thousands of people.

Immortals and immortals are immortals and people.

Immortals protect each other, neither giving up nor abandoning.

Some people sang loudly in the wind and tsunami.

"There is a sea in the south of the candle, how deep is the sea and how many cups?"

"The sea is so deep, two cups, one cup to drink and one cup to add."

"There is a mountain in the south of the candle, how high is the mountain?"

"The mountain is so high for two hours, one to wake up and one to sleep."

"..."

First one person will sing, then a hundred will sing, a thousand will sing, and thousands will sing. That is the song of the fishermen in the south of the candle. They sing in the face of the demon tide, rude and heroic. It's just a rage, it's just sneaky, it's just a desolate miasma, and there are only two bottles of wine in the world for a hundred years.

"Enough is enough!"

The old fishermen of the Hu family threw a Shanhaige disciple to another intact boat, holding a pole and standing on the tip, letting the huge waves set off by a sea of ​​yaksha fall.

"Enough!"

Chapter 72 The second hour

Zhou Xing illuminates the gray fog.

Zuo Yuesheng was paralyzed backwards, and he spread himself into a "big" character without any image, but he didn't have much image left, his left eye was blue and right eye was purple, his face was dyed, and his whole body was covered with "It's really good." Sandbags, rough skin and thick meat are resistant to beatings." It's just that the sandbag muttered in his mouth and didn't know what he was talking about.

"Is this the 3931st or the 3942nd..."

He has been beaten countless times.

It was no one else who beat him, it was his own father, Zuo Liang Shi Zuo Da Pavilion Master.

Zuo Yuesheng was conspicuously thrown into the Shanhai Hall by his own father, and he didn't know how long he fell down. When he suspected that he was about to fall into a ball of meat sauce, his eyes turned ashes. When he woke up, he was lying in a gray space, with the stars of Zhou Tian hanging above his head, and a circular martial arts platform under his body.

His father's voice came out of nowhere, saying that it's time to pass on the seal of mountains and seas to you. According to ancestral teachings, to inherit this seal of mountains and seas, you have to pass the test of the ancestors of all dynasties. Refinement. However, I know that you are most bothered by the red tape and the old rules, so I simply simplified the process for you... Well, your father and I left a sixteen-year-old incarnation in the virtual realm. You defeated this incarnation, Even if you pass.

In the end, no matter what his reaction was, the drum sounded "Boom", and the 16-year-old avatar of his father appeared on the martial arts stage, and he drew his sword and slashed directly.

Don't even say hello.

Sure enough, his father's full belly of the classics is false, and the gangster is the true face of this guy.

Zuo Yuesheng stared at the thirty-six slowly rotating stars above his head, the ten suns that repeat themselves, and the moon that is reincarnated... When Beichen Xing moved to a familiar position, he missed it so much for a while. Young Master Qiu impatiently and violently made up lessons. Young Master Chou's violent remedial lesson is at most hanging Taiyi sword over your head. If you don't record one, "咻" will fall down and you will die happily, and you will not be beaten and abused.

However, Zuo Yuesheng had sufficient evidence to suspect that he was beaten so hard that in all likelihood, the old man was taking revenge. After all, this guy usually pretends to be a dog, maintains a precarious elegant demeanor, and has no chance to beat him.

"Old man, why didn't I find out that you are so good before?"

Seeing that Bei Chenxing was about to turn back to its original position, Zuo Yuesheng muttered, and grinned, reaching out and groping.

thump.

The drums sounded again.

Zuo Yuesheng's injury disappeared instantly, and his state returned to its peak again. He jumped up, holding the knife in both hands, lunging with shoulders, and looking straight ahead.

The light and shadow on the other side of Yanwutai distorted, and Zuo Liangshi, who looked like a teenager, came out of the void.

On weekdays, Zuo Liangshi always wore a wide robe with wide sleeves and a long sword on his waist. In short, he did whatever the literati did. However, Zuo Liangshi, the head of Shanhaige, is generally recognized as "unremarkable" in Twelve Continents, his cultivation is mediocre, and his swordsmanship is mediocre. Putting it among the ordinary elders and ordinary monks, it can barely be regarded as the upper reaches, but it can be placed in the Xianmen sect where the wizards and geeks frequently appear, and it is particularly not enough.

The sixteen-year-old Zuo Liangshi was more feminine and less handsome than the later ones. If he changed clothes and pretended to be a girl, he would have no sense of disobedience, but he was carrying a knife in his hand.

A ten-foot-long, two-edged gold-copper-black-lacquered Mo knife!

Man can no longer man.

Zuo Liangshi was holding a heavy Mo knife with one hand, the tip of the knife pointing diagonally to the ground, looking nonchalant.

But Zuo Yuesheng, who has been chopped to pieces by him countless times, has long seen through his father's essence - he is a black-hearted, vicious and ruthless old man, who chops people without batting an eyelid.

Knife blows.

The two figures rushed towards each other at the same time. Zuo Yuesheng was also holding a fierce sword in both hands. When he swung the knife, the blade was like white snow. of impressive momentum. However, Zuo Liangshi, who has a feminine face and a feminine face, is more mighty, awe-inspiring and domineering than him.