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"Interesting, there are even monks in this kind of gambling house, and they are also demon cultivators, their strength is slightly better than yours, the fifth layer of the condensation period, boy, you kicked the stone!" Yin Jiuyou's divine sense was stronger than him, so he immediately learned about the situation of the visitor: "Wait a while, if you really can't remember to flash people quickly, he shouldn't be able to stop you." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

With a burst of vanity and messy footsteps, a middle-aged man in a white robe with a pale face like a dead man appeared in the gambling hall hall: "It's really good luck, the delicious food sent to the door! The third layer of the condensation period just gives me a supplement, haha!"

Then, the middle-aged man looked at the girl in plain clothes with a lewd smile on his face: "Xiaolan, my brother will love you well at night, remember to wash the floor white, hehe." ”

The plain-clothed girl immediately turned pale and trembled, grabbed the sleeve of the charming young woman tightly, and begged: "Sister Qiao, I'm afraid, I don't want it!"

The charming young woman probably had a very good relationship with the girl in plain clothes, hugged the girl in plain clothes and comforted her for a few words, then turned back to the middle-aged man in white robe and said: "Mr. Cai, Xiaolan is still young, her body has not grown well, and she has no experience, so I will send it to your room after I teach her well! As he spoke, he winked over.

"Get out, you broken flowers and willows, I don't have any interest, I have to be Xiaolan today!" The middle-aged man in the white robe didn't give face to the charming young woman at all.

"This ,。。 The charming young woman had no choice but to continue to whisper to comfort the young woman in plain clothes, and the girl in plain clothes couldn't help crying when she saw that she couldn't do anything.

The white-robed middle-aged man thought that this matter was a certainty, so he didn't dwell on it anymore, turned his head and looked at Ye Hong carefully.

Since the appearance of the white-robed middle-aged man, Ye Hong has been observing him, about forty or fifty years old, very handsome, with a high nose bridge, but his eyes are chaotic and blank, and there is a boring smile on the corner of his mouth. The body is slender and long, the wide white robe is worn on the body, and there is a feeling of flies falling into the bean shell, and a black bamboo flute is obliquely inserted on the jade belt around the waist.

"Watch out for his bamboo flute, this old guy might be a spirit attack. Yin Jiuyou warned.

"What old guy, doesn't it look too old?" Ye Hong asked puzzled.

"Don't look at his age, he doesn't seem to be very old, in fact, he may be hundreds of years old, it is related to the exercises he cultivates. I can be 100% sure that he is practicing a kind of double cultivation method of collecting yin and supplementing yang, but there may not be a Taoist who has cultivated the same practice or the Taoist companion has been taken away, so he looks like a sick seedling, which is actually caused by too much yin and yang imbalance. Yin Jiuyu said disdainfully: "It is estimated that he doesn't know the reason for his decay at all, and he still wants to harm other people's yellow flower girls to pick yin and make up for yang!"

After Ye Hong got this information, he had an idea after a little thought. Seeing that the middle-aged man in the white robe was also looking at himself, he decided to attack the wall first. Sticking to the ground, he quietly released six flying needles, three highly toxic flying needles, and three paralyzing flying needles, but there was a hint of a hippie smile on his face: "Ouch, I said whose crotch leaked, and a glass sissy came out, tsk, not to mention that this old turtle bastard is really fine skin and tender meat, and it can be sold for a few years in the rabbit house, it's a pity not to be a rabbit master!"

"Poof" At least more than half of the people of the Four Seas Gang present burst into laughter.

"Poison, boy, you are really poisonous, this scolding is really nothing to say, it is estimated that this old boy is going to explode. Hahaha" Yin Jiuyou is also laughing.

The white-robed middle-aged man was stunned at first, originally he wanted to play Ye Hong first, after all, the cultivation realm was two levels apart, and he didn't dare to resist, but he didn't expect Ye Hong to come and make a preemptive strike. After coming back to his senses, the white-robed middle-aged man suddenly jumped like thunder, a flush appeared on his pale face, and his teeth creaked: "Boy, you are looking for death! As he spoke, he took out the bamboo flute on his belt and injected it with divine power, and suddenly a heart-wrenching "woo" sound filled the entire hall, and a sound wave like a blunt knife scraping the bottom of the pot rushed into the minds of everyone in the room, and everyone, including Ye Hong, screamed.

This destructive power to the soul of a creature is more unbearable than the pain of physical trauma. Ye Hong felt a splitting headache the moment he was attacked by his divine sense, and he couldn't help but scream heartbreakingly, as a monk, of course he knew that this was the sound wave attack of divine consciousness energy, and hurriedly gathered all the divine consciousness forces in the sea of consciousness to resist. A moment later, his own Divine Consciousness Energy collided with this sonic Divine Consciousness attack energy. At the beginning, due to the hasty release of the power of divine consciousness, just doing random resistance, Ye Hong's head was still in pain, as if there were thousands of spikes poking at the same time. But as time went on, he slowly became familiar with the attack law of this sonic divine consciousness energy, and with the rhythm of the opponent's flute, his divine consciousness power was activated in layers, and he began to effectively resist it.

It is estimated that the attack power of this low-level divine consciousness magic weapon is limited, coupled with his own spiritual talent, the divine consciousness energy surpasses that of the same level of monks more, and gradually he feels that the pain is getting lighter and lighter, and a strange energy wave seems to have been generated in his mind, which is following the rhythm of the opponent's sound wave attack, effectively resisting the impact of this divine consciousness sound wave. Overjoyed, he tried to separate a trace of his divine sense, and when he succeeded, he could continue to control the flying needle. So he held his head in his hands and pretended to be in pain from being hurt by his divine sense, while secretly controlling the flying needle to approach the white-robed middle-aged man.

The white-robed middle-aged man released his divine consciousness power with a hideous face and controlled the bamboo flute to launch waves of divine consciousness attacks against Ye Hong, but at the same time, he was wondering in his heart: Why hasn't this kid fainted yet? Why is the divine consciousness power so powerful and profound? Ordinary monks at the third level of the Qi Condensation Stage can't resist the three waves of divine sense attacks of their bamboo flute, but now that he has unprecedentedly cast five waves of divine sense attacks, how can he still persevere. Is there a magic weapon to resist the attack of the divine consciousness? No, if there is a magic weapon to resist the divine consciousness, it is impossible to have such a painful appearance!

With a flash of inspiration, could it be pretended? Not good! When he came back to his senses, he immediately realized that there was a trace of imperceptible divine consciousness power behind him, not his own divine sense! Hurriedly bent down to dodge, but it was too late, Ye Hong's six flying needles had already touched his back like a lightning speed, except for a paralyzing flying needle close to his shoulder that was dodged by the white-robed middle-aged man, the remaining five all hit his torso.

Ye Hong was overjoyed, because Yin Jiuyou had solemnly pointed out his poisonous power: if a monk below the foundation building period was hit by this poison, if he was not treated in time, he would die of poison. But the next situation made his heart fall to the bottom all of a sudden, only to hear a few "ding" sounds, the flying needle did not nail the back of the white-robed man but rebounded, it seems that the other party is wearing armor and other defensive magic weapons. He immediately cast a wind spell on himself to speed up the agility of dodging, and put on an earth shield technique, Ye Hongcai condensed a bowl-sized fireball in the palm of his hand and threw it towards the white-robed middle-aged man.

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