Chapter 286 (1/2)

”Nezha?!”

On a big tree not far away, a figure who witnessed all this whispered.

Then it turned into a flame and roared towards the sky.

”What's that?”

The fire caught the attention of people on both sides.

Both Zhang Guifang and Nezha looked up at the flame.

”The art of five elements?! Are there any other martial brothers coming down the mountain? ” Nezha thought.

The decree of his Shizu's yuxu Dharma has been issued.

All three generations of disciples have to go down to the mountain to assist Zhou. He already knows about it.

Because immortal Taiyi asked him to stay in Xiqi to help Uncle Jiang after saving people.

Compared with Nezha's optimism, Zhang Guifang looked extremely pessimistic after seeing the fire.

”Has the other party come to help again?”

Zhang Guifang lamented: ”I regret not listening to Lu's words of joining the army!”

Before, Lu Chuan told him to wait. He didn't wait.

Now, I not only met the nemesis of spell failure, but also hurt.

Is he really going to die here today?

Zhang Guifang tightened her knife, her teeth clenched her heart and looked at Nezha.

No big deal, I fought with you.

Boom!

A fire, no, the burning fireball fell from the sky, and the ”boom” fell in front of the two armies and exploded directly.

A small mass of flames splashed and burned on the ground.

In the middle of the flame, a tall and straight figure stood quietly, with black hair and shawl,.

The fire was blazing, but it couldn't hurt him.

”Eh?”

Zhang Guifang, who was ready to work hard, was stunned.

That figure looks familiar!

Wait, isn't that... Lord Lu?

Zhang Guifang was stunned.

Some unbelievable wiped their eyes, but found that it was really Lu Chuan.

Isn't lord Lu always a civil servant?

Zhang Guifang is a little confused.

But at the moment, isn't it Lord Lu who is still eating wine at Sishui pass?!

”You are...”

Nezha looked at the figure and felt familiar, frowning.

The fire dispersed and Lu Chuan appeared completely.

Played in a very high-profile way.

”Zhang Zongbing, don't retreat yet.”

Lu Chuan first turned and said to Zhang Guifang, then turned and looked at Zha, smiled and said, ”Nezha, long time no see.”

He asked Han Rong to trust Zhang Guifang, but he was not sure.

So he followed.

He was just going to see who wasn't going to play.

Seeing that Zhang Guifang pretended to force Jiang Wenhuan with his mouth open, he also felt very good in his heart!

Therefore, the limelight and credit should be given to Zhang Guifang. People deserve it.

He thought that Lord Lu's credit for the limelight was like dirt.

But now it seems that he can't go out.

Otherwise, Nangong Shi and Jiang Wenhuan will not die. They wasted a great opportunity and exposed Zhang Guifang's Secret skills.

Too bad!

The most unpleasant thing in the world is that when a duck flies to its mouth, it can't kill the enemy. On the contrary, it will suffer from it in the future.

This kind of plot is seen too much on TV.

That's really unbearable. People even have the impulse to smash the TV.

So now he's out.

He killed the two men and sent them bentos.

But

The shamelessness of teaching the twelve immortals really left him speechless.

You see, they know everything, but they just don't let their disciples come earlier or later.

It happens to appear when the most critical duck is going to be cooked.

For example, Huang Tianhua saved his father at a critical moment, Lei Zhenzi saved his father, and Nezha saved Huang Feihu

What do you mean by them?

It's disgusting, isn't it?

”Elder martial brother Lu?”

Nezha looked at Lu Chuan and suddenly shouted.

He recognized it.

Lu Chuan's appearance has not changed much compared with that year, and he is still young.

”I'm not your senior brother anymore.”

Lu Chuan shook his head and said, ”I'm not a disciple of Buddhism.”

Originally, he wanted to go down directly and blow up Nangong Shi and Jiang Wenhuan, but he found that Nezha could not succeed.

So there was a positive appearance.

”Lu...”

Hearing this, Nezha's face darkened.

Even if others don't know about it, the disciples of hermeneutics will never know it.

When!

But then a sound came from behind.

”Ah, what is this?”

”No, general Nangong was killed.”