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Just as Zhang Shi was sending his apprentices all the way to Penglai Wonderland, in front of a medium-sized pill shop about the size of the Treasure Pavilion. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhang Shi found that there were twice as many monks in front of the Treasure Pavilion today as many as usual.

It was during this sensitive period that those bazaar law enforcement monks, and even the monks who were temporarily transferred by the high-level of the division, quietly lurked here because of the sudden increase in numbers.

Suddenly, a Qi Refining Stage monk fell to the ground, spitting blood and groaning.

"What's wrong?"

"Whatever happened to him, it seems that the old illness has recurred, so quickly give him two slaps to make him sober.

Otherwise, I'll fall asleep and never wake up again!"

Ouyang Yunmu said with a grin, and rushed forward, his palms were raised, and he was about to slap the man when he saw the posture.

And the people next to him could only quietly, with a finger click, but they didn't dare to say anything.

"Smack!"

Ouyang Yunmu used a lot of force, as if he had hit the wrong place, and the palm of his hand turned strangely and slapped on the crotch of the man's pants.

"Oh my God!

Seeing this, the crowd couldn't help but lose their voices, even though their voices were still very small.

Originally, on the street in front of the Treasure Pavilion, there were many more people than usual.

Now, after such a commotion, there are immediately several large groups of monks in the vicinity, who have come to see the excitement.

In such a circle, there were layers of iron buckets around the person lying on the ground.

A big man, but lying on the ground at the moment, how can he withstand so many people, including his relatives and friends?

His face was flushed, and even his bare chest was red.

"What's going on? What's wrong with him?"

A purple-robed Jindan period monk was flying into the sky above the man from the teahouse where he was lurking not far away.

This purple-robed monk was one of the law enforcement monks who had invited Zhang Shi to the bazaar in the council before.

This purple-robed monk didn't know what was going on, he wanted to use his status as a monk in the Jindan period to suppress those idle monks in the name of maintaining the order of the market, at least not to let them mix blindly.

"Don't move! Let me take a look!"

The purple-robed monk roared violently, and layers of sound waves and waves of sound waves crushed the monk who surrounded the person and fell to the ground.

"Official, I said, I said!

My crotch hurts!

Can you come and give me a lick and let it rest in peace?"

The person lying down had already been hit by Ouyang Yunmu's Yin and Yang technique.

The yin and yang qi in his body were frantically colliding, rushing all the way to his head, making his mind a little unconscious.

"Hahaha!"

The onlookers burst into laughter.

"Laugh at you! If any of you dare to laugh again, I'll let him lick me!"

Whoever of you is going to lick it, just laugh!"

The purple-robed monk felt embarrassed and roared angrily.

"Hahaha!

I lick, I lick!

I'm the ...... of the Coldest Gate

Yin and Yang Officer, of course, you have to care about your health.

Come, let me use my mouth to check it myself?"

Ouyang Yunmu danced happily, leaving aside the hands and feet of the monk who was blown down by the sound of the purple-robed monk, and stood up and laughed.

When the purple-robed monk saw that it was Ouyang Yunmu, he immediately felt that his head was big.

Ouyang Yunmu couldn't help but say, if he really got up, he wanted to lick it and taste it.

At this time, the person lying on the ground, after a battle between heaven and man, calmed down the yin and yang qi in his brain a little, and recovered some of his senses, before he remembered the purpose of coming today.

"It's you! It's you!

That's you!"

The man lying on the ground pointed angrily at the purple-robed monk and roared like a male dog in heat.

"Is that him?

Did he turn you over in the day?

That's a lot of force, isn't that?

Why? Can't even get up now?

Yo, then I'll have to take it seriously.

It's hard to find out the mystery of such a powerful thing if you don't lick it too much, right?"

Ouyang Yunmu looked at the crotch of the purple-robed monk and said with a smile.

"No, it's him, it's him who wants to beat me to the ground......"

The man pointed at the purple-robed monk, and just as he was about to say something, he was snatched away by Ouyang Yunmu again.

"Hit the ground?

Oh my god, he's so good?

Can you beat people, and can they knock you to the ground?"

Ouyang Yunmu was still giggling and didn't take this seriously.

"No, he insulted me, he ......"

The more the man on the ground spoke, the more he made the onlookers laugh.

That person saw that no matter what he said, he would be taken away by Ouyang Yunmu to talk about it.

The man chose an extreme way, he detonated the sea of qi at his dantian, and used the heaven and earth yuan qi accumulated in his whole body as explosives to blow himself up into a humanoid cannonball.

Blood flowed down his belly as it exploded.

That human cannonball, upright and impartial, is crashing towards the purple-robed monk!

Of course, the purple-robed monk didn't want the situation to expand, so he immediately moved the wind system talisman and used the strong divine sense of the Jindan monk to control the strength and direction of the wind.

Just when the purple-robed monk thought he had a plan, he thought he could blow the humanoid cannonball back to the ground safely.

The humanoid cannonball roared loudly: "Lao Tzu and you don't share the sky!

No matter, even if Lao Tzu can't destroy you today, he will splash your blood!"

Saying this, he burned his natal essence blood, opened his mouth, and spewed out a slender blood arrow towards the purple-robed monk!

The blood arrow was extremely strange, and flew towards the purple-robed monk with an erratic trajectory.

The purple-robed monk was like a great enemy, and he never thought that a monk in this mere Qi refining period would be able to possess such a powerful one-time firing magic weapon!

He hurriedly propped up his self-defense air shield, allowing the blood arrow to be blocked by the air shield.

And as soon as the blood arrow came into contact with the air shield, it immediately underwent an astonishing change.

The big pool of blood spurted out from the bloody arrow.

In an instant, the scene became a red world.

"Dead!"

Everyone followed the sound, but found that the humanoid cannonball was not dead.

Indeed, it was another monk who died.

The monk, lying in a pool of blood, pointed his finger at the purple-robed monk.

The purple-robed monk was puzzled.

However, the monks who were watching felt that this purple-robed monk was so arrogant that he actually vented his anger on the spot and killed a low-level monk;

With the ability of a Jindan stage cultivator, he would definitely be able to kill this Qi Refining Stage monk in an instant, and then not let his finger point at him.

This can be regarded as a clear and righteous provocation.

"Hahaha, if it continues like this and there are fatalities, then the matter will be big!

A lot of things are not that serious, but if someone dies, then people will think, is it me next?

In this way, the contradictions will be more intensified, and they will be even more severe. ”

Gongsun saw that beside him, the image of the monk with thief eyebrows and rat eyes and thin eyes appeared in Zhang Shi's mind.

At that time, everyone surrounded the Treasure Pavilion and watched Zhang Shi and Leng Xiaoxiao quarrel over Zhang Shi's pregnancy.

At that time, it was Gongsun Jian who first provoked the topic, saying that the baby in Zhang Shi's womb died, and things would make a big fuss.

Then the thief-eyed monk said so.

"It's better to have some blood with you.

Don't let you see some blood, you all think, it's not painful. ”

Another familiar voice sounded in Zhang Shi's mind.

Isn't that the voice of the thief-eyed monk?

When Zhang Shi was taken to the council by the Jindan period monk of the Bazaar Law Enforcement Association, there were already people shouting like this among the onlookers.

Don't......

Zhang Shi's heart also cooled down and thought of a possibility.

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