Xiao Yang Wang felt a strong wind howling at the back door, and when he looked back, he saw a bloodless old Taoist priest, grabbing him with one claw.

This old Taoist priest is so fast. What's even more terrifying is that he has a gloomy and fierce face.

"I'll give you a bowl of tofu flowers."

Xiao Yang Wang saw that someone was selling tofu flowers in front of him, ran forward, didn't say a word, just took a bowl and spooned, turned around and splashed it on his face.

Float!

The white-faced old Taoist priest rushed forward, swept the dust in his hand, and the bowl of tofu flowers was completely blocked as if it was covered by a cover.

Float!

The white-faced old Taoist priest swept the dust in his hand and swept it again, and an invisible force fanned towards Xiao Yang Wang's vest.

"This old Taoist priest is so powerful!" Xiao Yang Wang vaguely felt that this white-faced old Taoist priest was not simple, his dust-brushing skills were very powerful, but Xiao Yang Wang had not yet practiced powerful exercises, that one, the cultivation of the soul was immortal, and he only practiced a little fur, whether it could be used to deal with this old Taoist priest, and he was a little unable to hold it.

"Hey, boy, you're paying me tofu for money." The little brother who sold tofu flower shouted.

This little brother picked two jars of tofu flowers with a basket and placed them on the side of the street. Xiao Yang Wang felt a fierce fan, and quickly hid behind a jar of tofu flowers on the left side of the little brother.

Ping-bang!

Across a bamboo basket, the tofu flower on the left was swept away by the dust of the old Taoist priest and burst open. A jar of tofu flowers burst out like white waves.

Xiao Yang Wang was secretly frightened, but he didn't expect that the dust of this old Taoist priest, in addition to skillful skills, also had internal skills, and could fight cattle across the mountains. If it weren't for this altar of tofu flowers just now, I am afraid that King Xiao Yang would have been swept away by that now, and all his organs would have been burned.

"Little brother's business is good, the old Taoist priest with a bull's nose asked you for a jar of tofu to spend, you can ask him for money." King Xiao Yang hurriedly fled.

"Boy, Hugh go!" The white-faced old Taoist priest finally spoke, and as soon as he spoke, his voice was gloomy.

"Old man, lose money, lose money!" The little brother who sold tofu flowers hurriedly asked the old Taoist priest for money.

"Get out!" hit the yellow-faced Taoist priest who caught up behind him, and directly kicked down the little brother who sold tofu flowers.

Xiao Yang Wang recognized this yellow-faced Taoist priest as a gang with the rugged man called the third uncle. Needless to say, the yellow-faced Taoist priest came to the door this time, in addition to taking revenge on Senior Brother Sun, and more importantly, to recapture the book. It's just that he didn't expect that he also brought an older Taoist priest this time.

The old Taoist priest had a fierce face and continued to kill King Xiang Xiaoyang.

Xiao Yang Wang kept running along the street, and kept grabbing things on the side of the street and hitting the old Taoist priest.

But this old Taoist priest, I don't know what realm of strength he has reached, all the sundries can't hit him, and they are all swept away by the dust in his hands.

"Give Lao Dao a chicken!" Xiao Yang Wang panicked, grabbed the chicken in the cage of a poultry seller on the street, and threw it at the white-faced old Taoist priest.

As soon as the chicken was thrown, although a pair of feet were tied by a rope, it was thrown into the air for Xiao Yang Wang, I don't know if it was frightened, or found the feeling of flying, and immediately fluttered and spread a pair of wings, wanting to fly higher, fly higher. As a result, he didn't fly far before he screamed, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into a puddle of blood and scattered on the street.

The white-faced old Taoist priest, the dust whisk in his hand is simply an artifact of flesh abuse, an artifact of turning blood and water.

The chicken was swept away by him and was directly blown up.

Seeing Lao Dao's murderous hand, the chicken seller's legs trembled, where did he dare to ask Lao Dao for money?

"Boy, come back with me to meet the money clerk." The yellow-faced Taoist priest caught up and grabbed Xiao Yangwang's collar with one hand. Qian Yuanwai didn't say that he was robbing, as long as he brought this kid back. The yellow-faced Taoist priest opened his mouth widely, and in the name of asking the master to come out, he insisted on asking for three hundred taels of silver from the money clerk. asked for so much money, if he didn't catch Xiao Yang Wang back, the yellow-faced Taoist priest would also feel guilty in his heart.

Xiao Yang Wang hurriedly retreated.

The white-faced Taoist priest also grabbed it with one hand, and the speed was faster than the yellow-faced Taoist priest - after he came out later than the apprentice, he caught it first. And this grasp has a force to grasp, which is irresistible.

Seeing that the white-faced Taoist priest was about to grab Xiao Yangwang's collar, at this critical moment-

"Oh ha......"

A strange laugh erupted, and then a golden figure swept in.

"It's that demon monkey," the yellow-faced Taoist priest recognized the voice, his face changed slightly, with a little fear, and quickly reminded the white-faced Taoist priest, "Master, the demon monkey is here." ”

Bang!

As soon as the yellow-faced Taoist priest finished speaking, a monkey fist hit the white-faced Taoist priest's claws.

This punch, Mao Wei's, if the apprentice hadn't explained it in advance, the white-faced Taoist priest would have been startled when he suddenly saw this Mao Wei's punch.

The white-faced Taoist priest grabbed Xiao Yang Wang's collar with one hand, and hit this monkey punch, and suddenly deviated and grabbed empty.

The white-faced Taoist priest turned his head to look, and saw a monkey wearing a phoenix-winged purple gold crown, wearing gold armor, and walking on the lotus silk on his feet. Just now, the monkey fist collided with his paw, and the monkey was shocked back a few steps.

In such a contest, the white-faced Taoist priest probably figured out the strength of this demon monkey, and he was arrogant in his heart, leaving Xiao Yang Wang behind, and rushed straight to the monkey to kill him.

The yellow-faced Taoist priest praised his worth, and asked the money clerk for a sky-high price of three hundred taels of silver, so that he could come out to deal with this demon monkey. Now that this demon monkey has finally appeared, there is no reason why he should not work hard.

Sun Monkey stopped retreating, and when he saw the white-faced Taoist priest pounce up, the sound of floating ground force was heard between the dust and sweeping. Sun Monkey knew that this old Taoist priest was a little powerful, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a broom seller on the street, so he grabbed a handful and kicked the broom head off, leaving only the broom stick in his hand.

"Demon monkey, the poor road wants your life!" The white-faced Taoist priest brushed the dust with his right hand and swept his head towards the monkey.

Shout!

With a stick in hand, the heavily armed monkey became full of spirit.

"Senior Brother Sun, be careful, this white-faced bull-nosed old man is a bit powerful." Xiao Yang Wang recognized that this handsome and high-grade guy turned out to be Sun Monkey, and he was overjoyed. I don't know where this Senior Brother Sun got this style, Xiao Yang Wang also bought him clothes in the tailor shop.

As soon as the white-faced Taoist priest's whisk swept out, the monkey's stick head struck at his wrist first. This is a rear-strike attack that goes straight to the point. This demon monkey knows how to play tactics. The white-faced Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, quickly turned his wrist, threw the dust whisk to his left hand, and swept the dust towards the monkey with his left hand.

Shout!

Sun Monkey's wooden stick suddenly changed direction, and suddenly clicked on the white-faced Taoist's left wrist - it was a backward attack and a direct way to take the key points, but his stick was particularly accurate, and he clicked the white-faced Taoist's left wrist at one point.

The white-faced Taoist priest was stunned, suddenly became angry, and kicked the stick.