The father and son, who were well equipped, led Yuzhi Boyin, who was bewildered, to run in the forest outside the clan land.
Yuzhi Boyin saw for the first time that Yuzhi Boquannai wore the equipment for the battlefield, simple chest armor, and a samurai sword about the same height as others.
"My brother would usually hang out with that watermelon head in Nanhe Zhichuan!"
Quannai led the way in front, and said in a gloomy tone.
"In fact, I suspect that child belongs to a thousand hands."
Yu Zhibo said to him in a low voice from Yu Zhibo's Tian Island beside his silver body, and there was a sense of killing in his eyes,
"Yesterday Ban noticed my intention and Quannai's intention, so he went out early. I hope this boy will not be deceived by foreigners."
No wonder Yuzhi Boban disappeared so early. It was to inform his Hassilla mother.
"If it is really the offspring of the Qianshou clan, the other party will set up an ambush, and then Ayin, be careful."
Yu Zhibo Tiandao, relying on the strategist's thinking, speculated that the Qianshou people might also be nearby, and reminded Yu Zhibo Yin of his "weakness" in advance.
"No problem."
Yuzhi Boyin nodded at once.
"Look! Brother is there."
Several people hid in the forest and quietly moved behind a big tree near the river. From afar, Yuzhi Boban could be seen facing a teenager across the river.
By the river, the boy Ban threw the stone he had held for a long time to the other side of the river. The boy from the other side of the river also threw the similar stone in his hand, and the two stones fell steadily into each other's hands.
There was a smile on his face. When he saw a few words on the stone in his hand, his face sank, and the young man on the other side of the river looked the same.
"Hassilla Mom, sorry, we can't play together today."
Seeing the big characters on the stone, the young man spot immediately said that he was here today, turned around and waved,
"It suddenly occurred to me that I had something to do."
"Well, I'll go back first today."
The young man, who also saw the words on the stone in his hand, looked puzzled, but still waved goodbye.
The two teenagers turned their heads, forced their feet, and ran away in the opposite direction.
"So fast! Do you want to escape? The guy between the columns actually leaked secrets."
The man hiding behind the melon skin boy turned his head and left when he saw the target. He was worried and turned to a small white figure beside him,
"Go, between the doors."
"Yes!" The white haired devil nodded to follow.
"No, the other party wants to escape!"
Yu Zhibo Tian Island saw that the young man with melon peel head on the other side of the river had just hit the face of him and evacuated at once. He immediately guessed that the other side knew there was an ambush, waved and ordered,
"Silver, Quannai, hurry up!"
After saying that, he took the lead in flying to catch up.
"Yes!" "Yes~"
The energetic Quannaihe Yuzhi Boyin flew to follow.
The people who rushed out from both sides saw that the other side was threatening. At the same time, they stopped on the river depending on the ninja's necessary ability to tread water. Both sides were on alert.
"Putong!~"
The tension was broken by the sound of falling water,
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I haven't been very skilled for a long time."
Yu Zhibo, who barely stabilized his wet feet on the water, said to several people present with an apologetic face,
......
The silence was deafening.
"It seems that we have the same idea."
The corner of the eye that opened the scarlet wheel eye twitched slightly. Uchihiro Potada took a deep breath, held the hilt of the knife at his waist with his back hand, looked at the old acquaintance across the street, and said coldly,
"Thousand handed Buddhas."
"There is another room!"
Yuzhi Boquannai, who was disgusted, tried to save the face of Yuzhi Boquan and his family, and was old enough to challenge the white haired kid in the opposite direction.
"Yes, Uchihiroda."
The middle-aged man with the same armor of the early generation and a mature face is the current head of the Qianshou Clan Qianshou Buddha. He also replied with a cold face,
"And Quannai."
Can't stand the challenge of the evil Uchibo imp in the white hair, carrying a huge samurai sword bigger than others behind him, and responded with a face of war.
"Hey, little cousin, how do you know that white hair who is not very good looking across from you?"
Yuzhi Boyin, who turned into a background board, could not help but ask Quannai, who was full of war, quietly.
"I have fought with my father and Qianshou for many times. The conspicuous white hair is often active on the battlefield. We have not missed each other. He is a child of Qianshou Buddha, named Qianshou Feijian."
Even though the atmosphere was so tense, Uji Poquannai took the time to explain in the face of the question of his dear big cousin,
"Time to go!"
With the falling of a leaf in the sky, both sides have a good understanding and act at the same time.
Large to large, small to small.
Yuzhi Potian Island went to the Thousand Handed Buddha's room to have a contest between the two patriarchs.
Between Quannai and the upper gate, the long weapons of both sides collided, causing a splash of water.
"What about me?"
Yu Zhibo Yin looked at each other in confusion and found his opponent, leaving him alone to watch the play.
Looking around the whole battlefield, he felt that fishing was not good, so he fixed his eyes on the watermelon skin boy who was still in a daze. His eyes gave out an inexplicable light, and the whole person was eager to try.
That is the future god of tolerance. Yuzhi Boyin really doesn't want to miss the opportunity to give the first generation Huoying a shudder.
Seizing the opportunity, he rushed towards the stupefied Qianshouzhu and shouted at the same time,
"Children with thousands of hands, dare to fight with us!"
"Huh?"
When Qianshouzhu, who was still thinking quickly about how to avoid intensifying conflict with his motor-driven, raised his head in surprise, and saw a curly haired Yuzhibo running across the river, he subconsciously braced up his classic start gesture and prepared to fight the other side.
"When the host encounters a battle, the steel chest of the heart begins to accumulate..."
The system prompt sounds at the same time.
"Hit me!"
Yu Zhibo Yin, who has accumulated strength in the air, is ready to give this future god of tolerance a little strange shock. If this blow continues, even the god of tolerance will have to lie down for a few days.
Just as Yuzhi Boyin's fist was about to reach the Qianshouzhu, a figure came quickly and kicked the defensive Qianshouzhu away.
"Cousin, I will be his opponent without your help."
The one who came here was a young man named Ban, who had been watching his father and brother fight with indifference,
"Well, I'll leave it to my cousin."
Yu Zhibo Yinyan, who was relieved of his strength in the air, saw his big cousin cut off his beard. Knowing that he could not participate, he shrugged his shoulders and gave up his position.
Now, let's fight each other, and we'll be free again.
Yuzhi Boyin, once again a backboard, had to step aside to watch your wonderful performances.
"Quan Nai, don't fight with a thousand hands. You can kill him if you spit on his face."
The onlookers and the onlookers were clear, and Yuzhi Boyin stood aside to give advice to Yuzhi Boquannai, who was still facing off.
"Despicable Uchibo!"
Hearing such a vicious plan, the white haired and red eyed kid became angry at that time. Unexpectedly, there are people in Yuzhibo who are as playful as him, so I can't stay here.
Quannai, who is in the downwind of wrestling, naturally has no spare power to speak, but he is thinking about his cousin's moves quickly.
At the moment when the two teenagers were facing each other, the two patriarchs jumped up at the same time and threw their weapons at the two young ghosts who were still facing each other, threatening to kill them.
"Not good!"
Young Ban and Young Zhu, who are still fighting against fake goods, saw their father attack their two brothers. They tacitly stopped fighting and prepared to go to rescue their brothers, but they were a little out of reach.
"Quannai!"
"Between the doors!"
The two men who were powerless shouted at the same time, trying to make the two younger brothers take the effort to escape.
But at this time, the two little devils had a strange desire to win or lose, and were waiting for the other party to withdraw first. However, both of them were stubborn and could not stand still for a while.
"Ding! Ding! Putong~~"
Just when Kuwu and the short blade were about to fall on the heads of the two younger brothers, a samurai sword flew to block the way of the two concealed weapons. With the sound of a golden whistle, three weapons fell into the water together.
Everyone on the scene was looking for the owner of the samurai sword. Finally, everyone's eyes were all fixed on Yu Zhibo Yin standing on the bank.
"I said my hand slipped. Do you believe me?"