Lao pan looked back and said, "he can''t do Kung Fu? Ah, will you be killed? " Seeing those people with iron bars beating at Zhang San, I was worried that they would kill him.


    Fang Qi knew what Zhang San wanted to do and didn''t mean to stop him. He said to Lao pan tou, "don''t worry about him. He''s an immortal Xiaoqiang. Drink!" He picked up his glass and drank with Lao pan again. A large pot of potatoes and chicken nuggets also ate 7788. Lao pan waved to the boss: "boss, give me a roe deer meat pot. Then cut two more plates of what dish and remove the empty plate. "


    This wine is made from sorghum grain, which is very famous in the local area. It tastes pure and mellow. Lao pan is an alcoholic. When he was very young, his family trained him to drink. At this age, his drinking capacity is even more amazing.


    We can''t blame him for drinking, but the tradition of his family. Tomb robbers have been doing shady activities in ancient tombs for a long time. Some tombs have been closed for thousands of years. The air inside is not smooth for a long time, and the breath is turbid. Some ancient tombs have been damaged, and the smell of Yin, moisture and decay inside is very strong. Therefore, before going to the ground, you must drink a few mouthfuls of spirits. First, it can dispel cold and turbidity, and second, it can also make your Yang fire strong and encounter less Yin and evil things.


    Over time, the pan family became drunkards one by one. They said that it was bragging that thousands of people would not fall down after a thousand cups. However, it was no problem for him to drink a kilo or two of this high concentration liquor of 60 or 70 degrees. Fang Qi saw that two bottles of three glasses of wine had gone, and the remaining bottle of wine was about to bottom out, so he asked the landlady to bring three bottles.


    Lao pan looked out while drinking. He saw Zhang San puckering his ass and beating others. He couldn''t help laughing: "Fang Qi, your friend is quite strange. Why don''t you fight back and pucker to beat others?"


    Fang Qi ate with a piece of mushroom. "His skin is itchy and wants someone to stretch it for him. He likes to play. Let him go." The landlady sent three bottles of wine and asked anxiously, "will your friend be killed?"


    Fang Qi waved his hand again and again: "it''s all right. Even if he''s tired to death, he''ll be fine." Then he asked old pan tou, "old man, how do you kill the ghost I got?"


    Lao pan shook his head, "I''m a man. Since I do things, I won''t ask indiscriminately, so as not to make trouble for myself. It must be that this remnant has survived for at least hundreds of years. Since it is called remnant, it must have been manipulated by people before. Take away one of the three souls, and it will be difficult for the ghost to reincarnate. Even if he is no more powerful, he will become a lonely ghost with the transfer of time. I think they can keep it for so long. Maybe their descendants want to find the magic of cultivation and cultivate the remnant soul of their ancestors. Soul training is also a leftist sect in Taoism. If you want to save people, you can combine the two souls in the soul. As for how you can practice, you don''t know. As for me, I think it will be much easier than you to find the soul fixing pill. "


    Fang Qi thought for a while. It''s just that the old ghost can''t see the cat''s nose now, and I don''t know if he''s gone completely. If he dies completely, even if he can practice soul art, it''s useless.


    Zhang Sanzheng, who entered the outside, raised his legs to beat the gang. He kept changing his posture and asked people to break his shell. Although he was in pain like a needle and knife, and the black robe was soaked with his blood, he still gritted his teeth and insisted. As long as these people break all the crustaceans on his body, he can grow into a normal person again. What''s the pain.


    These people were tired of fighting. The leading guy leaned in front of the car, smoked and scolded: "why is this grandson so beaten? I don''t believe it. Brothers, beat me hard and see if he dares to go up the mountain and steal again. "


    His gang shouted, "well, if we can''t beat him to death, we''ll let him lie in bed for three years! Call me! " The two men swung up their baseball bats again. Zhang San struggled to get up under the stick. He was hit hard on his head and face and fell on the snow.


    The leading young man angrily kicked him and scolded: "dog day, you are not resistant to fighting. Get up, get up quickly." The man next to him quickly grabbed him and whispered, "brother Pao, stop fighting. You see, all your brains are coming out!"


    The man named Pao came forward and looked. Sure enough, the red and white mixed together and flowed on the snow. He picked up a baseball bat and rubbed Zhang San''s robe. His opponent said, "go!" Not afraid of no good, but afraid of no good. These guys don''t care about killing people at all. One of their men pointed to the hotel: "there are still two in it. Do you want to catch them back to the mountain?"


    Brother Pao scratched his chin: "by the way, there are two more. Go and get those two out and beat them to death!" The two men rushed in with sticks and arrested people. Everyone was smoking outside, waiting for them to catch the two people inside and kill them.


    Suddenly, there was an object flying out of the cotton curtain. The two standing opposite the door were not careful to be knocked down by the object. When they looked carefully, they saw that it was one of them who had just entered. Before they could react, another man flew out of the car. They hurriedly dodged. The flying man fell out and smashed the car into a big piece with a dull clang.


    These people seem fierce, but in fact, they are just a group of gangsters who eat and drink around the Yangjia villa. If they encounter Fang Qi in terms of fighting, they will immediately give advice. As soon as the curtain of the door was lifted, Fang Qi walked out from the inside, took a look at Zhang San lying on the ground, and said without salt: "you killed my woodcutter. Since ancient times, killing people pays for their lives and paying off debts, do you still want to run?"


    Brother Pao was also timid, but there were many of them. As long as he looked at his men, his courage became stronger and laughed: "yes, I was trying to drag you out and kill you. Come on, fight me! Fight to death! "


    There were so many righteous people under his hand that he shouted, "fight, fight! Kill him! " People are strong and brave, many people are strong. A dozen people swung baseball bats together.


    Although Fang Qi''s martial level fell to the early stage of the earth level, he still made no effort to deal with these miscellaneous hairs. At present, his true Qi focused on his fists and feet and swam around like a dragon, but he heard the sound of "bang bang" hitting the body and the screams of the people who were hit. In the blink of an eye, the dozen people fell on the snow, spitting blood and screaming.


    Fang Qi clapped his hands and looked at the gun brother: "come on, even you." Brother Pao''s face was pale and trembled. He ran to the second car, opened the door and drilled in.


    But before he started the car, Fang Qi went to the car and grabbed his hair and dragged it out of the car. Brother Pao struggled desperately. He grabbed Fang Qi''s arm with both hands and wanted to open his hand, but where could he break free.


    Fang Qi dragged brother Pao to Zhang Sanmian and threw him in front of him: "lick the blood on him and I''ll spare you."