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Puchi!

After all, it is a Taoist talisman, and it is naturally suppressive to evil things. With a puff, the door opened with a bang.

When Mr. Fan Ba ​​saw that something was wrong, he wanted to go over and stop it, but all this happened too quickly. The moment the car opened, the wandering soul outside flew in.

Zhengqingzi wanted to open the door and jump out, but unexpectedly, he was pushed back by Youhun, and fell down his butt and howled with a bang.

"A group of wandering souls, dare to tease Mr. Wuchang, young people, come on." Mr. Fan Ba ​​held the mourning stick in his right hand and the chain in his left hand, blocking the door. A wandering soul came and hit him with a bang. A burst of black air was filled with it, and the wandering soul was broken by him.

Mr. Fan Ba ​​waved his mourning stick, and the few ghost messengers next to him were also carrying water and fire sticks to fight with the wandering souls.

This scene is comparable to the battle between thousands of ghosts. It is so exciting. Jiang Fei sat there and watched all this jokingly, like a person who was fine, crossing his legs and knocking melon seeds.

Zheng Qingzi sat on the ground, watching the wandering soul outside being dispersed, and he suddenly jumped up and was about to get out.

At this moment, he ran out two steps, and a huge force came, and Zhengqingzi was bounced back and hit the ground again.

It turned out that the Rakshasa female ghost led a group of ghosts to rush in. The Oss is different. After coming in, Xun fought with the ghost messenger. Two water and fire sticks went to beat her. She reached out and held it. She threw it away with her and threw it away.

When Mr. Fan Ba ​​saw that the master was finally here, he rushed over with a mourning stick. He waved the stick and flipped the chain, trying to hold the Rakshasa female ghost.

Dangdangdang!

The Rakshasa female ghost's hands were wrapped in shackles, and she was pulling with strength. Fan Ba ​​was pulling backwards, while the Rakshasa female ghost was pulling hard. The two were like tug of war.

"You want it, take it." The female ghost of Rakshasa loosened her hands, and Mr. Fan Ba ​​was unstable. He slammed it, and fell to the ground with a bang, just the same posture as Zheng Qingzi had just now.

"Design the formation and take him down." Mr. Fan Ba ​​struggled to stand up from the ground, pointing at the female ghost of Rakshasa and shouting.

Five ghost messengers surrounded him, his body was filled with ghost energy, and the water and fire sticks were in a pentagonal shape, trapping the Rakshasa female ghost in the middle from five angles.

As soon as these five ghosts left, the male Rakshasa ghost who had been slaughtered suddenly started howling again.

Hurry!

The bracelets and stomp-handed sounded, and with a click, they saw that they were broken. Then they glared and stretched out their beastly arms, like catching a chicken to catch the Zhengqingzi who had just flew over.

"Ah, Rakshasa!" Zheng Qingzi was indeed like a chicken, running back desperately, reaching out to pull something into the Taoist robe.

At this time, Mr. Fan Ba ​​also noticed the movements of the male ghost of Rakshasa and moved forward with the mourning stick. He could not let the male ghost of Rakshasa run away, otherwise he would have really lost his wife and his troops.

Just as Mr. Fan Ba ​​ran over, Zhengqingzi also took out the little one in his arms, and the pure Yang water spilled over, but the target was tilted and spilled on Mr. Fan Ba's back.

Puchi!

Widths of black smoke emerged, and Mr. Fan Ba’s already fierce face even more angry. He turned around and stared at Zhengqingzi and cursed: "Boy, you dare to sneak attack on you, Master Wuchang, you are with them. Wait until I catch you back and let you go to the Daoshan Hell to roll three times!"

Zhengqingzi was angry again when he saw that he got angry, so he got up on the ground and rushed out of the bus door. The ghost messenger and the female ghost of Rakshasa were fighting each other. On this side, Fan Ba ​​was still entangled by the male ghost of Rakshasa. No one cared about him for a while, and instantly rushed out of the bus door and ran away.

When Jiang Fei saw that he would not be able to do it. If these two things ran away, Shang Ning would really change the world.

He took out the yellow talisman with his right hand, aimed it at the male ghost of Rakshasa and shot it away, and shouted, "Master Eighth, I'll help you."

The yellow talisman turned into a ball of fire, and flew over with the violent temperature. When Mr. Fan Ba ​​saw the powerful fireball, he quickly lowered his head. The ball rubbed against his hat and flew over, almost igniting his hat.

boom!

The fireball hit the male Rakshasa ghost. After being hit by the hot energy, the ghost took two steps back, waved his hands with green face and fangs, and pinched them at Jiang Fei.

"Go away!"

Jiang Fei would not be so stupid that he fought this guy in close combat. He shot several yellow talismans one after another, and all hit the male Rakshasa ghost. Although this guy is big and thick, his IQ is more than one level lower than that of the female Rakshasa ghost.

When Fan Baye saw that Jiang Fei's yellow talisman was effective, he rushed over with an iron chain, circled around the Rakshasa male ghost twice, and tied him up with an iron chain.

Just as he was about to tie him up, a black shadow flew over and smashed him straight.

The Rakshasa man loosened his hand and directly grabbed Master Fan Ba. I'll take him away. He actually dared to take Master Fan Ba. This is a ghost who is about to rebel.

Mr. Fan Ba ​​hung up in the air and turned around and saw that the guy who was thrown over was Zheng Qingzi. Behind him was the Rakshasa female ghost standing, and a group of ghosts who had been cleaned up and lying on the ground.

"Let's go, don't play with them." The female ghost of Rakshasa screamed. The male ghost of Rakshasa threw Mr. Fan Ba, turned into a black shadow and rushed out of the bus. The figures of these two ghosts disappeared without a trace.

Mr. Fan Ba's face turned green with anger. Although his face was pitch black, he couldn't tell whether it was green or not, but his expression should be green.

He has been a Wuchang for so many years, and when did he suffer such great insults? Hei Wuchang was actually beaten by a ghost. Only Sun Houzi beat him when he was in trouble in the underworld. Who else is there?

Mr. Fan Ba ​​picked up Zheng Qingzi, slapped him in the face, and cursed: "It's all you who kill thousands of swords, who block your Master Wuchang's office. If you don't succeed, you will be able to defeat you. The master will not beat you to death."

Slap sex!

There was another slap, and Zhengqingzi's face was swollen, and she kept begging for mercy: "Mr. Wuchang, it was not my intention, it was all the kid who harmed me. He kept chasing me, and I came up by chance."

This guy complained first. He obviously wanted to come to take refuge, but he didn't expect to suffer a disaster. If it were an ordinary Yin-Yang bus, it would be fine. But when he encountered Mr. Fan Ba ​​leading the team to catch ghosts, it would be difficult to deal with.

Jiang Fei smiled and touched his chin with a look of disdain. This old guy dared to complain. Do you know your brother’s backstage? That’s Sister Qian, Sister Qian has something to do with Cui Fujun, and I’m afraid you, an old man, won’t be able to do it.
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