"That Master Dafang, you really look up to that child, let alone Master Dafang. Without Zhan Kun, his ability may not be as good as that of the Volcano disciples. It would not be Zhao Zhenyuan's..." When he said this, Gui Bugui smiled at Xi Yingzhen and said, "Grandpa Warlock has eaten too much wine, so he let the man escape just now..."

"Old guy, you're wrong. I didn't drink too much from Grandpa Warlock tonight. I just wanted to slap him off his head..." Xi Yingzhen glanced at his palm, then frowned and continued, "That person was not simple just now. Grandpa Warlock, I underestimated him. I will not let him go if I meet him like this next time..."

Unexpectedly, a proud Xi Yingzhen would say such words, Gui Bugui was slightly surprised. However, the old guy still didn't think that the person wearing the mask was Zhao Zhenyuan: "That's even more impossible, Zhao Zhenyuan. I'll have to lie down for two months with the Great Warlock slap."

While speaking, Gui Bugui picked up a piece of mask fragments, and then said to Guangren and Xi Yingzhen: "If the masked person is really Zhao Zhenyuan, then what should he do with a mask? He is still worried that once the mask falls, it will be unfavorable to him. Then he put another layer of human skin mask inside..."

If it weren't for the fact that he had seen Zhao Zhenyuan's face through the crack of the damaged mask just now, Guangren himself wouldn't have believed that the man who could defeat him would be Wu Mian's disciple. Although Gui Bugui didn't believe that this person was Zhao Zhenyuan, Master Baihai still believed it without doubt.

However, the God Lord finally stayed here, and the long sword that shone like autumn water was still inserted into him.

At this time, Volcano also woke up. After looking at his master in front of him, he shouted: "Someone wants to steal the God Lord..."

While saying this, Volcano had already seen Gui Bugui and Xi Yingzhen standing behind Guangren, and then saw the Divine Lord with Zhan Kun stuck in his chest still lying there motionlessly. At that moment, the red-haired master was relieved, and then he said, "I heard the sound of that person talking. It was Zhao Zhenyuan..."

There are methods to quickly improve magic in this world, but it is absolutely impossible for Zhao Zhenyuan to increase the magic to the point where he can force Guangren to retreat with one palm. And even if the Lord of God lent his divine power to him, the Lord of God no longer has any consciousness, and the divine power he lent out should have disappeared long ago... "No matter who that person is, in short, you are fine, and the Lord of God has not been snatched away." Gui Bugui smiled and continued, "Although the man wearing a mask escaped, my unfilial descendant is still there..."

While speaking, Gui Bugui had already walked out of the gate and walked towards the front hall of the inn. At this time, the magistrate Guitu had already escaped in a sedan chair. However, after the old guy arrived at the front hall, he found that Bai Wuqiu, whose face was flushed, had entangled Guitu and refused to let him leave the inn.

"Don't talk nonsense... If you call the old guy the ancestor, then what do you mean by me? If you don't care or not, I also call him dad who has been with me for more than two thousand years. Can't this dad be called in vain?" Bai Wuqiu, drunken eyes, grabbed the front of Guitu's clothes, and almost kept his face close to his face, "Call me a nice sound, and then kowtow to me a few more times. Then you get out... What are you doing when you come out? You want to undress your grandson's sores..."

"Tear the sores? This unfilial descendant is my sore." After Gui Bugui smiled, he continued to say to Gui Tu, whose face was already so scared that he was pale, "If I had known that you were the descendant of the future generation, I would have given Guilai some medicine directly to him so that he would not be able to give birth to a son..."

While speaking, Gui Bugui had already arrived at Bai Wuqiu and Guitu. Just as he wanted to say a few more words, the old guy suddenly twitched his nose, then smiled bitterly, took a step back, and continued, "I'm scared... What kind of evil did I do? How could there be descendants like you..."

At this time, yellow juice flowed down Guitu's feet. The color of the liquid should be more than just peeing... "You peed to my feet!" After lowering his head and seeing Guitu urinate on his feet, Bai Wuqiu screamed in anger, and then threw Guitu, who was already speechless, on the ground. Then he rubbed his wet upper on his body.

At this time, Gao Rubai pulled a chair and asked Gui Bugui to sit down. Then he said to Gui Tu on behalf of the old guy: "That person has been sentenced. If you don't say anything, then my master will no longer care about his relatives.

Speaking of which, it’s not considered a relative after more than two thousand years.”

Hearing Gao Rubai's words, the man who conspired to kill Gui Bugui had already been sentenced to death. Guitu knew that the situation was going to be done, and saving his life is important now, and he didn't care about anything else. He cried and said, "I'm not a human... That man tied up my child... and forced me to harm my ancestors, saying that otherwise I would kill my Eleventh Family... I have no choice. Don't be careful, I am a county magistrate, nothing is in front of their monks... I have harmed our ancestors, I'm not a human..."

Guitu was a little upset when he cried. He frowned and said, "Old man, I don't care about your children. I just ask you one thing. Have you seen that person's appearance?"

After wiping his tears, Guitu said, "I saw it... I didn't see it at first, but later after I agreed to him, this person appeared and gave me a pearl, saying that I could find a way to deliver it to your old man.

I have no choice... My poor Eleventh is only four months old, so I can't just die like this..."

Gui Bugui ignored Guitu crying and took out a portrait from his arms. This was the portrait painter who asked the painter to paint for Zhao Zhenyuan when he was in Sishui. Although it was not as good as Lang Shining, it was no different from Zhao Zhenyuan himself. He placed the portrait in front of Guitu, Gui Bugui said, "Look carefully, is this person the one who gave you pearls?"

"Yes! That's him." Guitu pointed to the man on the portrait and said, "Old ancestor, for the sake of the unfilial children, you should spare me this time... If I die, nine wives and eleven children in the family will starve to death... You are the ancestor of Gui, so you can't watch your descendants starve to death..."

"Yes, how could I watch my descendants starve to death..." Gui Bugui said to the shop manager who didn't know what happened: "He is the whole family, I will trouble you. After Gui Tu left, he will give his wife and children a month of one tael of silver..."

Then Gui Bugui turned around and said to Gui Tu, who was already scared, "Rubai is right. It's not a relative after two thousand years. Children, you are the one who harmed me first...Rubai, don't let Gui Tu suffer."

"Yes..." Gao Rubai agreed expressionlessly, and dragged Gui Tu's clothes and collar toward the backyard of the inn.

Seeing that Gui Bugui was so cruel, Bai Wuqiu blinked and said, "Old guy, you can just scold me and hit me a few times. You don't have to vent your anger. Otherwise, you can give me face and save his life."

After sighing, Gui Bugui said, "Silly boy, he will take my life first... If I don't abandon him, then I dare to take advantage of the Sishui number if I have a surname Gui."

Just as Gui Bugui told Bai Wuqiu that what happened just now, in a dilapidated temple in the county town, the masked man just now took off the mask fragments embedded on his face piece by piece. Xi Yingzhen's slap just now actually embedded half of the mask fragments on his face...
Chapter completed!