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5 days ago

"I said, that's hail!"

At the gate of the palace, there was a sea of ​​people. Some were squatting on the street, some were lying on the trees, and some were squatting on the eaves. At this moment, they were all looking up to the sky.

The scene is like a group of idle street kids, having nothing to do in the middle of the night, meeting to watch the stars together.

To say that a half-immortal is awesome, the way he opened the altar was not to ask for rain, but to ask for a hailstorm.

It is true that melted hail is also water and can also nourish the earth.

However, it would be very painful if the overwhelming ice lumps hit it. Regardless of whether the crops could grow, the house would definitely be smashed to pieces.

"Get out of the way."

Coach Lin was the first to react. With a big hand, he pushed the person next to him under the eaves.

That's not rain.

That's fucking hail.

It can kill people.

"father."

"My shoes."

"Quick, hide in the house."

There was a sudden hailstorm, and the street was filled with people. The streets were instantly in chaos. Everyone, men, women, old and young, were crawling under the eaves of the house. Their legs and feet were numb, and they were rolling and crawling into the house. Many of them even jumped in.

In the cellar, the desire to survive is not as strong as usual.

"This...this...how..."

The only one who didn't move was Ye Banxian, who was still on the altar, still looking up at the sky.

The conscience of heaven and earth.

What he was asking for was clearly rain, so what the hell was this hail?

I'm afraid he didn't use too much force and was seeking deflection.

Already?

Or maybe, God didn't wake up from sleep, so he used this ice pimple to make up for it?

It's too late to say it, but it's soon.

Hail fell from the sky.

"master."

Zhao Yun has jumped onto the altar, still holding the dragon pattern gun in his hand.

The half-immortal was a competent master, and he was also a sensible disciple. He stayed by the half-immortal's side, wielding his spear as much as he could, and smashed the ice lumps.

"Do you want to die?"

Coach Lin also attacked and threw Zhao Yun and Banxian under the eaves one by one.

When it was over, he was hit with ice lumps as big as the mouth of a bowl, which caused his head to bleed.

That’s okay too.

He was born in the martial arts and had rough skin and thick flesh. He could not be killed even if he was hit a few times.

Boom! Bang!

Ye Banxian withdrew, but the matter was not over yet.

Hail continued to rain down on the sky, smashing down houses and sycamore trees. Even the arch bridge in the town could not withstand the heavy blow and half of it collapsed.

Ugh!

ah....!

Muffled groans and screams came and went.

Although they were well hidden, the villagers in the town still suffered.

There are many people with broken heads and bloody heads.

Those who fainted were also caught in large numbers.

What's more, even though he was hiding well in the house, the beams broke and he was thrown inside.

The worst thing was undoubtedly the one-eyed dragon and the masked man who robbed the Wang family of money and food last night.

Are they two still tied to the pillar?

Because the incident happened suddenly and the scene was so chaotic, it seemed that he

They forgot.

It doesn't matter whether they forget this or not, the two brothers become living targets.

Retribution, this is retribution, it comes at the right time for the thief.

They left, feeling extremely depressed and melancholy, and went to the Palace of Hell to report that among so many bandits in the world, they were probably the two weirdest ones to die. In the year of severe drought, they were crushed to death by ice lumps.

I don’t know when,

The sky finally stopped, leaving only ice on the ground.

Looking at Wutong Town, it was a mess. God knows how many houses were destroyed by a hailstorm. Even the demolished houses may not be able to be demolished so neatly.

Fortunately, except for the two thieves, no one was killed.

"Save people."

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5 days ago

Wang Yuan stumbled a step outside and sent out the servants in the mansion.

No need for him to say anything, everyone present also supported each other. The busiest one was the doctor, who was running back and forth through the streets carrying a wooden box of medicine.

"It's my fault!"

Looking at the nearly ruined Wutong Town, Ye Banxian's old eyes were dim and full of guilt.

He wanted to ask for rain to help the people survive the drought.

In the end, it only made things worse.

Don't blame you.

Although the villagers were in a miserable situation, no one blamed him.

People have to be conscientious. Half-immortals don't have to do this at all. It's not just to save people.

And the facts also prove that he is not a magic stick.

God...can you get such a big hailstone?

"How about you try again?" Wang Yuanwai asked tentatively, and the title this time was no longer "Shen Guan".

, "You are old" is a rare honorific.

As soon as these words came out, the villagers also gathered around and looked at the half-immortal with hope.

This is how to open a forum! Mistakes are normal.

Try again.

It would be nice to ask for hail!

It's better than having the land dry and having no harvest.

There is nothing more painful than hunger.

"Rebuild the altar." Ye Banxian stood up in one step.

Come on!

The servants in the palace all rolled up their sleeves.

The previous altar has been smashed, and it is not allowed to build a new one.

"Disciple, come here." Ye Banxian'er called Zhao Yun to his side.

As for him, he dipped his pen in ink and made dragons and phoenixes dance on Zhao Yun's clothes.

After reading it, I realized that he was drawing Bagua pictures.

To be precise, this is how to get Zhao Yun a barely decent Taoist robe.
To be continued...