Twenty years ago, the old man had a battle with a Buddhist monk who didn't know what his name was, and the opponent easily knocked the old man away with ten palms, and he no longer had the ability to fight. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info So from the bottom of my heart, the old man is still a little jealous of the people in Buddhism, after all, in terms of exercises, the martial arts of Buddhism itself engraves his exercises, so when he sees the young man now, a trace of jealousy flashed in the corners of his eyes, but more is suspicious.

People in Buddhism eat fasting and recite Buddha, and their temperament is still different from that of the laity, but the young man in front of him obviously does not have the temperament of a monk.

But where does this Buddha power come from?

After thinking about it for a long time, the old man found that he couldn't come up with a reason, but fortunately, he was watching his disciple cope with it.

The disciple has been following him for more than ten years, just to test his strength, if the enemy can't be beaten, this kind of disciple can be kept.

Shen Qingting's eyes were like torches, and he knew that the master was taking a step back, and the master was going to test himself.

It's okay to try your current strength.

After thinking about it, Shen Qingting had already put the flute into his mouth, and his fingers pressed lightly, but there was no sound, but the aperture of the flute revealed a faint black aura.

Wu Haotian's eyes flashed with a hint of suspicion, it seemed that the man was not playing a flute, it should be some kind of magic weapon, otherwise there would not be no sound, but a black mist would appear. The black fog is getting bigger and bigger, floating and sinking above the hall, but it makes Wu Haotian unable to see the man's appearance clearly, the black fog is weird, and gradually transforms into a certain shape, Wu Haotian looks at it, the shape is a bit like a black wolf with three heads, each mouth of the three heads of the black wolf has huge fangs, and sticky saliva is constantly dripping from the fangs.

Ugly, ugly to the extreme.

But it is fierce to the extreme.

The three wolves were originally black mist, looming, but as Shen Qingting continued to play, the black mist became more and more, which made the three wolves turn into entities.

It's weird to the extreme.

Wu Haotian stood not far away, naturally feeling the bursts of strange magic aura coming out of the three murderers, and he knew that this giant wolf was not so easy to deal with.

As a result, Wu Haotian also found that the people and things of Nanyun were not as simple as he imagined.

It is estimated that there will obviously be more strange people on the road to the Uninhabited Valley, and all kinds of strange things will be encountered.

It's okay, these two people are not a good thing at first glance, so he will erase these two people today.

It's just that the only thing Wu Haotian is afraid of is the old man standing next to him, and he can't see through the strength.

In a moment, Shen Qingting waved his flute, and the three murderers seemed to have received some prompt, and directly rushed towards Wu Haotian like a tiger, their huge bodies and the faint demonic qi flowing from their bodies were quite deterrent, if they were ordinary people, they would have been frightened and scattered.

Just when the three murderers were about to pounce in front of Wu Haotian, they suddenly opened their mouths, and Wu Haotian saw that a burst of black gas suddenly gushed out of the mouths of the three murderers, and a compelling coercion surged, and the black gas was like a giant snake, extremely fast, and instantly came to Wu Haotian's face.

Wu Haotian's reflexes now are not as good as they were back then, and this kind of carving insect skill can't get into his eyes at all.

I saw Wu Haotian's figure jump and disappear in place.

The black gas fell into the air, and instantly hit the ground, forming a huge deep pit.

Such a gaseous substance can also have substantial power, which made Wu Haotian a little interested.

The three wolves obviously didn't have much intelligence, and when they saw the loss of their target, the three fierce heads flashed with a hint of doubt.

Between doubts, Wu Haotian stepped down, and he had a thousand catties of power! One foot fell like a boulder, flashing with a faint light, but it was in stark contrast to the black mist.

"Get out of here!"

That kick instantly landed on one of the heads of the three murderers, and in an instant, the head was kicked off by Wu Haotian and smashed to the ground, making a loud noise.

The current three murderers have become two murderers, and the neck with the severed head is constantly shaking, and the other two heads are also full of pain.

The two heads of the two wolves instantly burst out with dazzling fierce light, and the touch on their bodies became more and more intense.

Shen Qingting smiled at the corner of his mouth, put the flute on the corner of his mouth again, and moved his fingers slightly, and the head that fell to the ground instantly turned into a cloud of black mist and landed on the broken necks of the two murderous wolves.

In an instant, the wind blew violently, and the black mist was thick to the extreme.

In the next second, the black fog dissipated, and Wu Haotian looked at it: "Good girl, this girl has recovered again." ”

As if another head had grown, the two wolves reverted to their original form and became the three wolves they had before.

"Boom."

There was a strange sound, and the three hideous wolf heads looked even more ferocious.

Wu Haotian didn't want to consume it anymore, so he punched away, and an afterimage appeared.

The fist landed on the three wolves, and the three wolves were instantly knocked out.

That Shen Qingting's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, these three wolves were a relatively low-level species summoned by him, and they seemed to be a little bluffing, but although they were low-level, their strength should not be underestimated, and ordinary martial artists were completely invincible.

He looks like a teenager, he should be a few years younger than himself, how powerful can a person at this age be?

But now it seems that he still underestimated the teenager.

In that case, he will meet him personally.

Shen Qingting turned the flute and held it vertically in his hand, as if holding a sword, quite heroic, and a faint black mist continued to overflow from the various small holes of the flute, instantly making Shen Qingting feel like a cloud. It's just not white clouds, it's dark clouds.

"Boy, seeing that you are not very old, your strength is excellent, you are worthy of my shot."

Lightly spit out these words, Shen Qingting stabbed them away.

It seems to be an extremely random stab, but the momentum contained in it is quite huge.

In the black mist, there was a roaring sound of breaking the air like bursts of thunder, and the jade flute was like a bright sword in the dark night, heading towards Wu Haotian with bursts of light.

Wu Haotian was a little interested in the young man's shot, and the experts knew if there was one or not.

Judging from the young man's moves, he is not only a strange thing, but also a good swordsman.

Will Wu Haotian make a sword?

No, Shen Qingting's strength only knew after trying it, and now his aura is at most in the late stage of the Three Talents Realm, and it is not qualified.

With this sword approaching quickly, Wu Haotian could clearly feel the strange changes on the ground, it seemed that the formation had blessed this young man's tricks, and he must have suppressed his own strength, Wu Haotian frowned, and he didn't dare to be careless, his fingers were the sword, and he walked towards the young man.

Shen Qingting saw that the young man had not shown his weapon from beginning to end, and there was a trace of anger in his heart, although he was not a decent person, but the other party did not show his weapon, obviously looking down on himself.

With a cold snort, he sped up his speed, and the jade flute was shrouded in black mist, and at this moment it was like a giant hand that had been black, and a jade flute was inserted in the palm of the giant hand, and the jade flute was cold and awe-inspiring, quite imposing, and went towards Wu Haotian.

"Demon Spirit Sword Technique! Type 3! ”

Shen Qingting immediately shouted angrily, and the jade flute in his hand had already reached Wu Haotian's heart, as if it would pierce the entire atrium in the next second.

At this moment, Wu Haotian moved, and the double conductor danced and gradually turned into an invisible cold sword, but it flashed with golden light.

"Break it for me!"

In the blink of an eye, the fingers intersected, and to outsiders, it seemed a bit deadlocked.

Wu Haotian was cold in his heart, sure enough, the formation of this room had a suppressive effect on his strength, otherwise Wu Haotian was very confident that he could definitely defeat the person in front of him with one move.

I only heard Shen Qingting roar softly, and in vain, the strength at hand soared again! The black qi of several small holes of the jade flute suddenly burst out, instantly surrounding Wu Haotian, as if countless devilish faces were revealing hideous!

"Boom ......"