My understanding is incredible: I was a policeman in Daxia

Whoosh... at the same time that the flute boy was slashed away by a knife.

The flute in his hand fell out of his hand and slowly fell in mid-air.

Bang...

Zhang Chen took it.

Then, his cold eyes fell on Ditongzi again.

"Not dead yet?"Zhang Chen squinted his eyes.

He held a golden knife and approached step by step.

He was ready to give the flute boy a final blow.

The flute boy's eyes were full of panic.

He could not remember how many years he had never felt such fear. He felt it.

And today, a little golden sword policeman actually appeared. The ant he looked down upon, which he thought he could easily crush to death, could now threaten his life. However, the so-called good man does not suffer the consequences of his immediate death..

Even if he is defeated, he will not fight here.

Today’s defeat, he will definitely get back a thousand times in the future.

Wow...

The figure of the flute boy suddenly turned into a black mist

"Um?"Zhang Chen frowned, sensing something was wrong, and quickly struck down with his sword.

The golden sword fell, but it seemed to hit the air.

The sword struck, and the fog dispersed.

On the ground, only a black robe was left.

And the figure of the flute boy , has disappeared.

Zhang Chen’s face instantly turned ugly,"What weird magic?"

The monks have many unpredictable methods.

This is incomparable to martial arts.

The flute boy is a human being, not evil.

Therefore, the soul-binding curse cannot work.

Zhang Chen, with a look of unwillingness on his face.

He tried to pursue, But the soul breath on the flute was weakening at the same time.

This forced him to temporarily give up the idea of ​​pursuing.

"Do you know this evil cultivator?"Zhang Chen looked at the twelve people and asked.

The leader nodded and replied,"This person's name is Ditongzi."

"Mysterious identity and unknown origins"

"But we, Fei Pengsi, have already been eyeing him.

Zhang Chen narrowed his eyes and said,"Flute boy, I've written it down.""

When he finishes handling the legal affairs of the villagers in Baihe Town, he will continue to pursue.

Zhang Chen turned around and was about to leave.

The leader quickly stopped,"Your Excellency"

"The flute of the flute boy is an evil weapon"

"Can you please leave it to us, Feipengsi?"

As he said that, the leader, fearing that Zhang Chen would not believe it, took out a token.

Zhang Chen looked at it, but was unmoved.

Feipengsi, he knew.

The nature was probably similar to that of the Golden Knife Detective.

But the level The authority and authority are far superior to that of the Golden Sword Police Officers.

The Golden Sword Police Officers are located in various towns.

The Feipeng Division usually only reaches the county level, and all of them are elites.

The monks of the Feipeng Division are also called Feipeng Division. Guard.

I heard that the strength of any Feipeng guard is no less than that of a big city's golden sword catcher.

At this moment, a man saw Zhang Chen didn't move and yelled angrily,"Boy, what are you doing standing still?"

"We are the Feipeng Guards of Nanfeng County"

"I'm waiting for the order, you must execute it unconditionally"

"Why don't you hand over the evil flute quickly?"

Feipengsi is located in the county town.

In the eyes of Feipengwei, a rural place like Baobao City with a small golden sword catcher is not worth their time.

Zhang Chen looked at the twelve people and said," You are the big shots from the county."

"You are in charge of the safety of a county."

"Even the county king has no right to mobilize you."

"But at the same time, I, a little golden sword agent, don’t have to listen to your Fei Pengsi’s orders."

"This flute is useful to me, but you can't take it away."

Zhang Chen increased his tone.

Because these twelve Feipengwei obviously wanted to take action.

One Feipengwei said angrily,"You brat, who do you think you are?"

"Even the chief arrester of Nanfeng County, Jin Dao, has to sell our Feipengsi a few thin noodles."

"How dare you disobey your orders as a mere policeman with a golden sword?"

"Do you know that we have the right to arrest you on the spot and take you back to Feipengsi Prison for interrogation?"

Above the Golden Sword Catcher, there is the Golden Sword Catcher.

And above the Golden Sword Catcher, there is also the Golden Sword Chief Catcher who leads the entire county. They are two levels different from each other.

As for Feipengsi Prison, that is It's a frightening place.

Rumor has it that it's full of black and white.

Even if the evil spirit enters, it has to be controlled and submissive.

This kind of threat, if it were anyone else, would have softened long ago.

But Zhang Chen didn't do anything. Disregarding it.

At this moment, in his heart, nothing is more important than the rituals of Baihe Town.

Zhang Chen said coldly,"I still say the same thing"

"If you have the ability, ask the chief catcher to come to me."

"As for you, you have no right to order me"

"You have the right to arrest me"

"I also have the right to identify you as colluding with monsters and endangering the people, and to kill you on the spot."

The golden sword catcher has the most direct power to kill.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the twelve Feipeng guards suddenly changed.

They saw Zhang Chen's strength. With one sword, he killed the mirage.

It didn't come out. After ten rounds, the flute boy was seriously injured.

This kind of strength was definitely not something that the twelve Feipeng Guards could handle.

Zhang Chen, however, had lost his patience,"I will only say this for the last time, get out of the way.""

He didn't want to conflict with the Feipengsi people.

But this does not mean that he was afraid.

The leading Feipengwei winked.

Several Feipengwei immediately got out of the way.

Zhang Chen strode away.

Chacha. At this time, the leader of the Feipeng Guards suddenly attacked Zhang Chen from behind. The surrounding Feipeng Guards also swarmed up.

Most of the golden sword agents acted alone.

But the Feipeng Guards were not only elites, but also trained A well-trained team, good at combined attacks.

The Feipeng Guards even had murderous intentions.

Zhang Chen had no time to contend with them.

The golden sword swept across, opened the way domineeringly, and the figure forcibly broke out of the encirclement.

The twelve Feipeng Guards tried to pursue them.

"If you don't hand over the evil flute, you can never leave."

Zhang Chen, hit back with the Snow Storm Saber.

"I'll give your grandma a leg up."

The powerful sword, mixed with the biting wind and snow, knocked back the twelve flying guards.

In a few breaths,

Zhang Chen had jumped into the distance and disappeared.

"asshole."Fei Pengwei, the leader, was furious.

However, there was nothing he could do.

……

Zhang Chen ran all the way back to Baihe Town.

Don't dare to stay for a moment, don't dare to delay.

He clearly felt that the soul breath in the flute was constantly weakening.

He didn't know what was going on.

Is it because the flute lost the control of its original owner?

So, the soul inside is dissipating?

He doesn't understand these sorcery.

So, cannot be sure.

But no matter what, hurry back to Baihe Town first.

In the end, Zhang Chen had to temporarily use the Walker's Ultimate Intention Kung Fu to increase his strength and speed tenfold.

He was secretly glad that he still had this trump card.

Running wildly all the way, his figure is like the wind.

Finally, after just half an hour, they rushed back to Baihe Town.

Half Taoist and half monk, they have been waiting here.

When the two of them saw Zhang Chen returning, they suddenly looked shocked,"Little donor, are you back so soon?"

"We thought you would not be able to return until dawn."

Zhang Chen quickly came to the two of them and handed out the flute,"Two masters, please help me take a look."

"Are the souls of my Baihe Town villagers trapped inside?"

"In addition, the soul aura is getting weaker and weaker, and I don’t know what’s going on."

Zhang Chen's face was full of anxiety.

The half-monk comforted him,"Don't be anxious, little benefactor. I'll wait for the poor monk to take a look at it for you."