I sat next to the young man, listened to what he said, and for the first time really began to look at the man.

Ugly sleeps.The young man sat on the ground, slightly closed his eyes, and adjusted himself.

I was bored and nervous, and in the way that young people taught, I tried to beat fear, but the results were very poor.

Time passed by minute by minute, a day passed in like this, the sky was dark, and the sun could not see.

The hazy black stained the whole forest, and the body of Azam汶ro, not far away, gradually blurred, and he did not move all day.I have a vicious hope, he better sit down, save us from doing our feet.

“Are you still afraid?”The young man suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

I nodded bitterly, "You can overcome it with your method, the effect is very poor."

The young man said, "You worry too much, you can't let go, you can't give your whole body."

I took a cold breath, and he was right, a shot.

I said, "It's easy to say, it's hard to do."

The young man said, “It’s not difficult.The abyss is further, and the world of the ten sides is now all over.”

I was shocked, look at him, this poem is antique, and with an inexplicable Zen, it is definitely not something he can say.I said, “Who told you that?”

The young man looked at the dark forest in front of him and said, “A few years ago, I failed in a series of punches and never won one.”I don't know what went wrong, and the boss said that if he didn't win, he would throw me out.It was on the street that night that I met a man who was a backpacker from China.He told me, just saw your boxing, your technology is no problem, but you only need one thing, that is, the determination to dedicate yourself to the whole body, and then he said the poem just now.From that day on, I found the trick to win the punch."

I listened, “Who is that guy?”

The young man shook his head, “Then I looked for him, and I didn’t know his name, but I heard someone call him a dragon.”Later, I didn’t know where he was.Although I have only seen one side, I have always taken him as the most important master in my heart."

"I have no decision from you."I said.

The young man looked at the black room behind him: “Azanhong is your friend?”

I nodded: "We are a small village, can be said to study magic at the same time, I am still walking outside the door, he has made small achievements."

The young man said, "He is more determined than you."

My heart was pounding, and my uncle had commented on me and Zhang Hong before, and said similar things.The three uncles said that although Zhang Hong's understanding is worse than you, his future achievements may be far above you, because Zhang Hong has a paranoia.To put it bluntly, it is not crazy to live.

Now the young man said that.I was momentary in contemplation, reflecting on myself, for having squatted in the shadow of prison before, I was too closed and conservative, and I was too cowardly.

The darkness of the sky grew deeper and deeper, and the boundless black shrouded the forest.The door of the wooden house opened, Zhang Hong came out, his face was gloomy, he did not look at us, went straight to the pillar of the village, and lit the head of the person hanging on the high pole with a lighter, and suddenly raised a fire on the left and right.

I knew that the head of the original high hanging was some kind of lighting tool.

The black village began to light up inside and outside, but the brightness was not large in the dark, and the two fireballs were burning, and the forest shone in the light of it was extremely treachious.

He came back, passed me, and said you would come with me.

I went into a cabin with him.Zhang Hong let me sit on the floor, we looked face to face, he was silent for a moment, only to ask: "How is my master."

I told you about the experience of coming to Thailand, the three uncles and the Azanbunluo Dodo, and now the life and death are unknown.

Zhang Hong listened carefully, and then asked me, do you remember the cave of their fighting?

I shook my head and told him about Azanamu.Azanamu is a female mage introduced by Nanhua, as if to find someone, the clue is in the hole of the three uncles fighting the Fa, if the three uncles are still alive, they should be found by Azanamu.

He nodded his head after listening and said he knew.He was silent for a moment and asked, “What did Master say about my departure?”

"The third uncle said that it would rain for the day to marry."I said.

Zhang Hong showed a very painful expression, sighed: "Dangzi, you can think of this road to cultivate the Fa, this is a road of no return, I can't go back now... forget it, there is more to say, tonight if the fight loses, it doesn't have to be said."If I get lucky enough to win, my own realm will also break through, which is a good thing and not a good thing... Hadron, what if one day, the two of us will fight?”

I was shocked and muttered, "Impossible."

If I want to study the Fa, I will not go to the mountains of Myanmar in Thailand to cultivate, but I will only stay in my hometown and not hit a piece with Zhang Hong Baxiang.

He said, “You’re going to have to leave.Give me back my feelings today.”

I looked at him and nodded, it was a bearish check, and it didn’t matter.

Zhang Hong closed his eyes and said, "Go out first, and I will raise God."

I had to go outside and look at the petrified Azam汶lo in the distance, thinking that he was really a good hand-to-hand confrontation, and was raising God before he went out.After a day of maintenance, when the decisive battle is nothing more than a sword blinks, it will decide the victory or defeat.

Finally, at midnight, it was dark and ink, and the five fingers were not seen, and the only thing I could see was the two heads of the fireballs burning at the boundary.

Zhang Hong came out of the wooden house, with a string of skulls around his neck, similar to the sand monk in the Western Travels.He went to the line, sat on the ground, filled the skull, and lighted two candles.

Azam汶ro also woke up, the old man did not move, just sitting there, he did not know where to pull out a red cloth, put on the body, and then put out a long incense in his hand, shaking a dangling, long incense without fire spontaneous combustion, out of smoke.

Azam汶ro slowly stood up, walking forward and singing old songs, but also dancing.He sings like Thai, gently humming, the tune is very good.

Such an old man, clothed in a big red cloth, sang in the middle of the night, and the scene was very seeable.

Zhang Hong began to curse, spit fast.

The wind in the mountains, blew over, and blew some of the ghost fog that was steaming in the village.Looking at the wind, it seems that there is a lot of things in the forest.

These things can not be said what, sneaky, hidden, in the wind seems to be able to hear them laughing.

The ugly woke up, hugged me tightly, and I whispered what was wrong.

Ugly nervously said: "ghost, many, many ghosts, the nigger is too heavy."I can't help him... I can't do enough physical and energy now..."

Looking at her old face, I couldn't help but hold her: "Ugly, rest well, you don't need you here."

"Damn, a lot of ghosts, cold, cold."Ugly trembling.

At this time, the young man who had been silent took off the only vest and covered it on the ugly.

He showed his covered lot of the pulped of the Achilles, arms and chest full of tattoos.His tattoos are strange, they are all kinds of flowers.

The Ugly took my hand and said, “I can’t help, you can help, Shirley, Shirley...”

I suddenly realized that a few days ago, we were stuck in a hole in Azam汶lo, almost hung, but fortunately I used the ancient Fa-book to unite with the monk's spirit and drove away from the flying head.It can be used again now.

The young man said, "Go, I'll take care of this sister."

I nodded, this is a reassuring person.

I came not far behind Zhang Hong, sitting on the ground on my knees, looking at my nose and mouth, cherky in my chest, and I wanted to communicate the spirit inside with a strong idea.

I began to get hot, and the spirit was attached to me.This spirit is unconscious, only fragments of memory and emotion.

When I was fully up, I slowly opened my eyes, and this look was stunned.

The village boundary seems to be the Chu River Han border, Zhang Hong sitting inside, Azan汶ro outside.In the middle of their separation, it is Senson's thick black air, and many shadows of people and animals can be seen in the black air, these shadows have only a general form, and they can't see the details, and they are hidden in the black air.

These shadows began to fight and kill in the black air, and each other was tugging together, and the whole scene was silent, but it was thrilling, and the horror of it could not be described in words, really as if I saw a living hell map.

I don't know how to help Zhang Hong, now this scene is like two masters with evil ghosts to play chess.

At this time, the black air gradually moved towards Zhang Hong, that is, on our side.In the shadow of the shadow, one by one, the wicked want to kill us.

Zhang Hong's grating sound more and more fast, but the mist in front of him is still getting thinner and thinner, and the ghosts he summoned fell to the ground and turned into smoke.I guess I can’t wait for these ghosts to break away.

Zhang Hong's body was constantly shaking, and he couldn't hold up a little.

I quickly drove the monk to recite the scriptures of the Fa.

The Fa-book had been destroyed, but the monk had recited this passage countless times before and after his death, and had already been engraved in the deepest memory.

The heart came out of my mouth like water, and this set of spells had no offensive ability, but it was more than enough to protect themselves.

Azam汶lo was visibly disturbed, and the black air under his control gradually dissipated and retreated.

Azam Munro raised his eyes and could feel him looking at me.The next second he took a knife from his waist, pierced into the palm of his left hand, cut hard, and the blood poured out, and suddenly the sound of wolves came deep in the woods.