It wasn't until this moment that those of us who watched the excitement realized that this old man in a gray sermon robe and a wilted beard was known as the number one master of Taoism, and he had to compete with Mr. Xiashan. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Fu Yuxin asked me quietly:

"Daoyou, do you think if these two masters really do it, who will have a better chance of winning?"

I looked at Mr. Shimoyama, like King Kong's angry eyes, his body was like an iron tower, and the bones on his body rattled like fried beans when he moved a little, and it was obvious that in addition to being able to go out of the horse, he also had a good kung fu practice. And looking at the old way, he was smiling, he didn't have a fairy wind and no anger, he just stroked his beard, and the clouds were light and light.

However, a gust of mountain wind blew, and the boss stumbled, which is the legendary weak wind.

"I think Mr. Xiashan can win, if they don't fight and fight purely, Mr. Xiashan can beat those old ways by himself!"

Zhang Yadong and Ma Chao also nodded in agreement. Because judging from Lao Dao's current performance, he is completely a scumbag!

Lao Dao said with a smile:

"I said down the mountain, how many years have passed, why are you still like a pig killer, shouting and killing at every turn, you don't have the dignity of a cultivator at all. Cultivating the Tao is the unity of heaven and man, as long as this day does not change, I will not change, and the face of the Taoist friend can become fast enough!"

Mr. Shimoyama's brow furrowed a little more, and we could hear him gritting his teeth. This old man's mouth is broken enough, and he actually demoted Mr. Xiashan to a pig killer, and he is a cultivator when he opens and closes his mouth, even if he really scolds him with dirty words, he can't pull his face. For such a person, he is the most annoyed, and if he doesn't do well, he will suffer a dumb loss.

So Mr. Shimoyama is now bruised, and the horizontal flesh on his face has come out, if Lao Dao stretches out his head, Mr. Shimoyama will definitely be able to beat his brain and fart with a punch. But even though he was furious, Mr. Shimoyama didn't say a word.

Zhang Yadong sighed:

"It is worthy of Mr. Shimoyama, even if the opponent provokes him like this, he does not insult him, this is a model of a moral master and a disciple!"

But when I saw Mr. Xiashan's reaction, I always felt that something was wrong, shook my head and whispered:

"I guess Mr. Shimoyama has suffered the loss of this old way. ”

Just when Mr. Xiashan was angry and smiling and angry, a young Taoist ran to the old Taoist priest from not far away, and his head hit the ground, and he knocked his head nine times in a row, knocking his head into the skin. After kowtowing, the little Taoist priest shouted:

"Master, the apprentice wants to kill you!"

That's right, this little Taoist priest who broke his head is Zhang Mingchao, who worships his master and really thinks that he is the first neuropathy in the Taoist sect and burns paper for himself.

Zhang Mingchao came, and the old Taoist didn't look at Mr. Xiashan anymore, he touched Zhang Mingchao's head and said:

"Ming Chao'er, did you burn all the 30 billion that your teacher asked you to burn for yourself?"

Zhang Mingchao nodded like a chicken pecking rice:

"It's burned, Master, how dare I not burn it! Not only that, but I also carried a lot of gold ingots in 30 billion miles!"

The old Taoist priest nodded with a smile and said:

"Great, great, great! Now the inflation down there is very bad, and the ordinary underworld currency is a bit overflowing, but the gold ingots are still hard currency, so be prepared!"

I don't know why, as soon as Zhang Mingchao came over, Mr. Xiashan stared at him deadly, not knowing what he was thinking. After listening to the conversation between the old Taoist priest and Zhang Mingchao, Mr. Xiashan snorted coldly and said disdainfully:

"Burn paper in advance?Hmph, do you dare to say that it is your destiny?"

The old Taoist priest restrained his smile and said to Mr. Shimoyama:

"Why don't you dare?"

Mr. Xiashan pointed at Zhang Mingchao and snorted coldly:

"Your apprentice has a bad fate, and there will be a big catastrophe this year! Judging from his face, if he can't escape this catastrophe, he won't even survive today! You bull nose didn't say to save his apprentice, but let him burn paper and wait for death, which can be regarded as destiny?"

Lao Dao smiled, pointed at Zhang Mingchao and said:

"The destiny is mine, but the destiny is irreversible, so I let him die too, why not?"

Mr. Shimoyama said angrily:

"It's shameless, being a master, you can say such a thing! Since you said that he would die, then I will help you!"

After saying that, Mr. Shimoyama pinched a trick that we hadn't seen before, and his trick was like the claws of a tiger and a wolf. After pinching the trick, Mr. Xiashan's eyes and temperament have become much sharper, and it seems that the fairy family has already taken on his body.

Fu Yuxin looked at Mr. Xiashan and invited the immortal to come up with a seven-foot click, and the harazi was about to flow out, it seemed that he was quite red at this hand.

"The Taoist priest of the Southern Barbarian also dares to speak of the Mandate of Heaven, since this is the case, I will give you a way to go with the sky!"

After speaking, please ask Mr. Xiashan, who is on the upper body of the immortal, to pinch the sword finger in his hand, and there are words in his mouth, and then point directly at Zhang Mingchao and say:

"Today, my second wolf master will make your paper not burn in vain!"

After speaking, even if I don't open my eyes, I can see that there is a mystery, not aggressive, but it seems to involve the power of cause and effect towards Zhang Mingchao.

Zhang Mingchao was a little panicked and wanted to dodge, but he was just a little Taoist, how could he hide from the mana of the immortal family.

And the old Taoist priest was standing beside Zhang Mingchao, but he didn't lend a hand, but watched with a smile as his apprentice was hit by the mana of the immortal family, and waved his hand, as if saying goodbye to his apprentice.

So the force that involved cause and effect really hit Zhang Mingchao, and after Zhang Mingchao was hit, his face suddenly turned black and purple, and it seemed that it was difficult to breathe. He grabbed his neck and threw a few pills into his mouth, but to no avail, his breathing became more and more rapid.

There are also many fellow practitioners around who can heal, but this is made by Mr. Shimoyama's immortal family, who dares to come forward to help?

Well, I went up.

I stepped forward generously, helped Zhang Mingchao, and helped him with first aid. But all these methods had no effect, and the blue ghost on my shoulder sighed:

"Boy, don't bother, his life is dying......"

Yes, Zhang Mingchao's face was completely suffocated into eggplant color, and his life was not long in coming.

At the last moment, Zhang Mingchao struggled to kneel down to the old Taoist priest who was still twisting his beard and smiling, and said while panting:

"Master...... Thank you for your ...... for many years Teach. What happened after the disciple's death, there are ...... Family, please...... You've got ......"

After saying that, he was already pinching his neck and rolling on the ground.

The old Taoist priest nodded with a smile, took out another whisk, and swept it on Zhang Mingchao's face, so he stopped panting.

"The apprentice walked very peacefully, your aftermath is saved by the teacher, and the change of clothes will be burned for you, go to the underworld to report." ”

After speaking, the old Taoist priest put away the dust and made a Taoist salute to the second wolf master who had gone down the mountain.